IN LOVE WITH MY STEPSON

4. Daddy's trip

WILLIAMS

Watching Sasha and Dad in their romantic moment irritated me, yet I found myself doing it over and over. I didn’t know why. It wasn’t out of obligation, but somehow, it gave me pleasure.

I had bumped into them kissing by the gate after an intense gym session. Later, I found myself staring at them from the window upstairs. The estate was quiet, and their voices echoed softly. Dad was going away for a day or two, leaving Sasha and me at home. Harriet, the maid, had gone to nurse her sick husband.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, baby. Williams is the best person to take care of you whenever I’m away,” Dad said, patting her on the back.

Damn it! Dad’s knowledge was phenomenal. How did he know I was truly the best person to trust Sasha with?

I grinned and laughed quietly. I knew Sasha wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but Dad kept assuring her I was ever loving.

“Don’t worry, Sugar. You’ll love it here with him. Besides, he’s going to be your stepson soon. Why don’t you take this as an opportunity to bond with him?” Dad told her.

I let out a soft sigh, hearing how Dad tried to convince her I was all that.

“You should go catch your flight already. She’s totally aware of everything,” I heard Dad say, and I wondered how much Sasha really knew.

I told myself, “I shouldn’t be doing this.” After the incident in the car, I promised I wouldn’t let it happen again. But why was I grinning and excited that Dad was going away for a few days?

“Come off it, Williams! She’ll be your step mum soon,” I muttered, drawing the curtains and dabbing at my sweaty face with a towel.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed but with a strange excitement I couldn’t explain.

As I stepped out of my room, I noticed the room opposite mine was open. Curiosity took over, and I walked in like I didn’t know it was Sasha’s.

“Damn it!” I muttered as I saw her. She lay wrapped in a blanket, revealing part of her right tit while she snored heavily. Her legs were spread wide, covered by thin clothing. I stood there, stunned.

“f**k!” I cursed roughly. Why was this happening? I had promised myself not to let Sasha get to me anymore, but here she was, tossing and rolling like a princess unaware of the damage she caused. My gaze slowly moved down to my c**k, fully erect. I placed my hand on it. It was hard, and my gym session was ruined.

The thought of waking her and shutting her with my c**k struck me immediately, but nothing came of it. Staring at her only tortured me more, so I took a step back to leave.

“Hmmm,” she murmured as she tossed in her sleep. I froze, wondering if she did that to get my attention, but she was still fast asleep.

It was the devil calling, and I had to flee. The soap and bottle of lube in my bathroom would have to salvage the situation. It was the better option.

I had to stop filling my head with crazy thoughts. It was so awkward to think of having my father’s woman in my bed, even if she was my ex.

Exiting the room for my bathroom, I promised myself not to entertain those ideas anymore.

“f**k!” I gasped while wanking my c**k. The soap wasn’t giving me the satisfaction I needed. After trying different bars and liquids, I was left with empty containers and chunks of soap scattered on the floor.

I had to c*m, even if the soap wasn’t helping. My pace increased as my need did, and I wanked harder with my hand covered in lather.

“Pufff!” I growled, throwing my head back and wanking vigorously. My c**k was rock hard, and I was on the edge of releasing.

“Yes! Oh! Sa...sha!” I moaned subconsciously. I knew I promised not to think about her, but I couldn’t help it.

“Just this once!” I groaned, jerking off. Maybe I needed to picture her one last time.

“Agggh!” I threw my gaze down as c*m spilled on the floor. I sighed in relief, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and disgust.

Suddenly, I heard a faint noise outside the bathroom—a soft creak.

I froze and listened.

Another sound like quiet footsteps.

I wanted to ignore it. I told myself I had to focus on finishing and getting relief.

But the noise didn’t stop.

My heart started to race.

I wasn’t sure if I should check or pretend I didn’t hear anything.

I closed my eyes and tried to push the noise away, but it stayed in my mind, louder than before.