I'm My Stepfather's Babygirl

More Perverted Than I Thought

Kylie's POV

I could not be imagining it could I? But before I could confirm if I was imagining it or not, he pulled away from me. I looked at him a few feet away from me, my eyes unconsciously travelled southwards to the visible bulge in his pants and I hurriedly looked away but not before I caught his eyes, making me blush.

He didn't say a word and the air felt weird. “I should go.” I dashed past him with my bag and rushed up the stairs, trying to keep myself in check but my limbs were throbbing, and I could feel my juice soaking my panties.

He was my stepfather, what is going on? It couldn't be because he touched me that it happened, could it? I wished it.

Snap out of it, Kylie. He is your stepfather, he would never have those kind of feelings towards you.

I stayed in my room all day which strangely didn't change one bit from the day I left it except it was obvious it was cleaned regularly. It was soon time for dinner and I heard a small knock on my door.

I walked out of the bathroom, still in my bathrobe and humming as I headed towards the door. It should probably be the maid since my other bags were yet to be brought up since I decided to avoid Gregory by staying in my room.

“Ye–” My words got stuck in my mouth as I saw Gregory standing there with my bags in his hands. He was casually dressed and I don't know why I found it more attractive than when he was dressed in his suit.

“You left your bags downstairs. It's time for dinner, let's go.” He said, not batting an eye towards me before walking away. I didn't know why I felt heartbroken by that. Maybe I was just imagining things earlier today.

Walking down to the open kitchen, I could see him seated at the table, looking at something on the iPad in front of him. I knew he was a busy man, always busy, so I didn't bother disturbing him and just sat quietly before my food.

The only sound from the room was that of the plate. Gregory didn't look in my direction till he was done with whatever he was doing and then looked at me. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked and I choked.

The question was so sudden and shocking. “S-sorry. I w-was stunned.” I apologized, wiping the corner of my lips while looking up at him. He was looking back at me with his chin resting on his knuckles. And once again, his cold eyes were soft. So soft that it made my insides tingle.

“N-no I don't.” I stuttered, looking down at my fingers while twirling. It felt awkward talking about this and also to a man who was my stepfather and I had feelings for.

“Are you telling me no man asked a beautiful lady like you out? What are they thinking?” He said, this time turning back to his food, eating ever so delicately. Did he just call me beautiful? Today was the first day we've ever had a long conversation during the two years I spent with him before going to college and it doesn't seem like a father daughter conversation anymore.

“Guys at college only want s-s*x, and…” I heard him drop his cutleries roughly, making me look up at him.

“Sorry, I'm listening.” He gave me a sweet smile before picking his cutleries back up. I gulped gently at his brief reaction now. Was he mad that I mentioned that?

“And I don't want that.” I shortly said, not wanting to speak any further. It was embarrassing, saying the reason I didn't want to have a boyfriend. I did try having one back then but whenever I was with him, all I thought about was this hot man in front of me.

The one thing I can't say I entirely regret was watching him back then relieving himself. I don't know if he ever knew I saw him but that was my secret to keep. My mother wasn't always home when he was.

She was either at her social elite parties, or with her friends. Even if she was home for dinner, she left right after dinner while he either locks himself up in his office or just leaves also, leaving me home.

I wanted to ask him a question for the first time that day and I saw his door slightly open and there he was, his huge c**k in his hand as he moaned and stroked himself. I always imagined that huge c**k of his buried deep inside me and how it would feel, even if it was just once, I didn't mind.

“Kylie–” His voice jolted me back to reality. I was already feeling tingly down there from the memories of him I just had. What would he do if he knew the one he saw as his child had actually seen him doing that. “Don't zone out on me.”

“S-sorry. I just had a brief memory.” I laughed nervously, my face all flushed as I returned to my food. More than anything, I wanted to try out all those fantasies I've read about. And I didn't want to try it with anyone else but him.

“Since you didn't have any boyfriend, I'm sure you had fantasies?” Once again I choked, coughing violently this time as I reached out to grab the water before me, but he already handed me one.

“Than–” my words got stuck in my throat as his fingers brushed against mine and I suddenly let go of the cup, making it fall, splashing the water all over me.

What sort of question was that?

“You're being clumsy, Kylie. Here, let me help you.” Before I could refuse, he already grabbed the napkin, wiping the water off my lap and stomach. If he did that, I am very sensitive when it comes to arousal.

“Don't– haa,” I involuntarily let out a moan and I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth. He paused for a few seconds before looking up at me, his blue eyes displaying a look I've never seen in my seven years of knowing him.

“What's wrong, Kylie darling?” he tilted his head to the side. “I was just trying to clean you up. Don't tell me you're getting some ideas?”

“Aaahh, I'm not.” I gasped, covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I felt his touch through my wet clothes. It felt hot, like a warm substance has been placed on my cold body. I couldn't resist the feeling and neither did I want to.

“I didn't know you were this perverted, Kylie darling,” his soft voice was intoxicating and I felt like I was losing myself even though he hadn't done anything to me.

“Stop calling me that…” I gasped as his hands trailed away from the napkin, settling on my lap. His touch was warm and having his hand deliberately on my body drove me insane.

“But you got all hot from me calling you that. It's not like you entirely hate it.” He leaned closer to me, his lips just an inch away from my ear. “A little birdie told me you wished you were the one I called darling instead of Khea.”

What the?! Where did he see that? The only place I remember putting that was in my diary back then. Don't tell me.

He read my diary!!