THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

SUMMER HEAT WITH DADDY 2

LANA

Mom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.

“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said, and I nodded and closed the door behind her.

I pulled out my phone and texted Dad: “Landed safe. At Mom’s now. Love you.” I hit send, then tossed the phone on the bed. The room was cool from the AC but my skin still felt hot. I kept seeing Dominic in my head. Shirtless. Those sweatpants hanging low. The way his eyes moved over my body like he was sizing me up. I shook my head hard and went into the attached bathroom to freshen up.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed out of my travel clothes. I picked a light pajama set, thin white tank top and matching shorts. The top was kind of tight and my boobs looked big and heavy in it. I told myself it was because it was hot, but deep down I knew that wasn’t the full truth. After what my ex said about me being boring, some part of me wanted to feel wanted. Even if it was dangerous.

My mind wouldn’t leave Dominic alone. I kept picturing his chest, the sweat on his skin, the hard smack he gave Mom’s ass. Every time the image came back my p***y clenched. I was getting wet again just standing there. This was crazy. He was my stepdad. I splashed more cold water on my face and went downstairs.

Dinner was warm and smelled good. Mom had made chicken, rice, and some vegetables. She was smiling the whole time, talking and laughing, clearly happy to have both of us at the table. Dominic sat across from me. He had put on a black T-shirt, but it still clung to his chest. His eyes kept coming back to me. Not just my face. They dropped to my chest again and again, staring at the way my boobs moved when I breathed or reached for something. I felt my n*****s get hard under the thin fabric. I crossed my arms once but that only made it worse.

“So Lana,” Dominic said, his voice deep and calm while he cut his chicken. “You got a boyfriend back home?”

I almost choked on my rice. I coughed hard, grabbing my water glass. Mom laughed and patted my back gently.

“Easy there,” she said, still smiling. “She’s nineteen, Dominic. I won’t be mad if she has a boyfriend. I was her age once too.”

I took a slow breath and set my glass down. My face was burning. “I… I actually broke up with my boyfriend a month ago. It’s over.”

I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t tell them he called me boring in bed. I didn’t tell them how much that still hurt. Mom gave me a soft look but didn’t push. Dominic just nodded slowly, his eyes still on me. That intense stare made my thighs press together under the table. I could feel myself getting wetter. My c**t was throbbing. I needed to get out of there.

As soon as we finished eating I stood up fast. “Thanks for dinner, Mom. I’m really tired from the flight. I’m going to bed early.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I rushed upstairs, closed my door, and leaned against it. My heart was pounding. My body felt electric. I lay into bed but I couldn’t relax. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Dominic’s face, his bare chest, the way he looked at my t**s like he wanted to rip my top off.

Around ten o’clock my throat felt dry. I needed water. The house was quiet now. I crept downstairs in my light pajamas, trying not to make noise. I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard it.

“Ahh…”

A loud moan came from Mom and Dominic’s bedroom. The door wasn’t fully closed.

“Yes… oh f**k… Dom… ahh…”

My feet stopped moving. I stood frozen in the hallway. Mom’s voice was getting louder, breathy and desperate. Then I heard Dominic’s deep voice, rough and commanding.

“You like when I f**k you like this, huh?”

My knees almost gave out. The words hit me straight between my legs. I pictured him saying that to me. His big body over mine, his thick c**k pushing inside me while he growled those same words. My p***y was soaked. I could feel my juices starting to run down my inner thigh. I knew I should move. I knew I was disrespecting my own mom by standing there listening, but my body wouldn’t listen. My hand pressed against the wall to keep myself steady. I was breathing fast and shallow.

The moans kept coming. Wet slapping sounds mixed in. Mom was crying out louder. Dominic’s low grunts mixed with her voice. I couldn’t stop imagining it was me he was f*****g so hard. My n*****s ached. My c**t was swollen and pulsing. I had never been this turned on in my entire life. Not even with the so-called boyfriend that called me boring.

Then the bedroom door opened.

Dominic stepped out. He was completely naked, c**k still half-hard and shining with wetness. Sweat covered his chest and stomach. His eyes landed right on me standing there in the dark hallway. For a second we just stared at each other. My heart slammed so hard I thought I might pass out.

I turned and ran. I forgot all about the water. I sprinted back up the stairs as quietly as I could, slipped into my room, and shut the door fast. I pressed my back against it, breathing like I had just run a mile. My whole body was shaking.

I climbed into bed but sleep wouldn’t come. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Dominic’s smirk from earlier. I heard Mom’s moans. I heard his voice saying those dirty words. My hand slipped between my legs without me meaning to. I was dripping wet. I rubbed my c**t slowly but stopped myself. This was wrong. So wrong.

I turned onto my side. Then my stomach. Then my back again. The sheets felt too hot. My n*****s rubbed against the thin tank top every time I moved. I kept hearing his voice in my head: “You like when I f**k you like this, huh?”

I was still tossing and turning when I heard the door to my room open.