Chapter 3- Pleasuring Myself

~Katherine

"Yes, Kitty. He is, or was, your dad's best friend," Gwen said, making sure I heard every word. She huffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Kitty, act like I raised you right and greet the man."

I rolled my eyes and turned to him. "Hello, Mr..."

He stretched out his hand. "Call me Bruce. It’s nice to see you again, Kitty. You’ve grown up since the last time I saw you." His voice was deep and gravelly, sending a shiver right down my spine.

I had heard stories about him being like a brother to my dad. People said he practically helped raise me when I was a baby. I didn't remember any of that. All I knew was that I just had a sexual encounter with my dad’s best friend.

"So, you guys are getting married!?" I blurted out.

Mum gave me the stink eye. "We’re getting married in a couple of weeks, Kitty. I wanted to tell you so you didn't hear about it in the papers."

This woman never stopped amazing me. "Geez, thanks Mum. Happy married life," I said, dripping with attitude. I turned to head upstairs, feeling a weird, hot jealousy that I couldn't even explain.

"Kitty! Kitty!" she called after me. "Katherine Anne Moncler!"

I stopped. "Yes, Gwen?"

"Come back down here. I’m still talking to you."

"Well, I’m done talking to you."

"You know, I’ve babied you enough," Gwen snapped. "Maybe having siblings will make you less selfish."

My heart dropped. "Woah, woah. You’re pregnant?"

She scoffed. "Of course not!"

"Then..." I looked at her and then at Bruce.

"Bruce’s kids are moving in," Gwen explained.

I didn't know if I felt better or worse. Knowing my mother wasn't bringing a new baby into this mess was a relief, at least.

"I was talking to Dalia, my daughter, earlier," Bruce added. "She and Hudson are flying in the day after tomorrow."

So, he was talking to his daughter on the phone. Not a lover.

I didn't say another word. I turned and ran upstairs while my mum yelled after me, "You’re accompanying him to pick up those kids from the airport!"

I slammed my bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes for a second and all I could see was his face.

"Shit, shit, Kitty. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I whispered to myself.

I could still taste him. I could still feel the weight of his cock in my hands. My pussy was twitching, begging for more. I stumbled into the bathroom and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a wreck. My hair was a mess, my mascara was smeared down my cheeks, and I looked completely disheveled.

Then it hit me. The look on his face when Gwen called my name. He had looked even more shocked than I was.

"He probably thought I was the help," I mumbled, looking at my bar apron and the cheap uniform shirt.

This feeling of being so aroused was totally foreign to me. What was it about this man? My father’s best friend, my future stepfather—why did he turn me on so much?

I stepped into the shower, letting the water hit my skin. I ran a finger over my wet slit, and it felt incredible. I rubbed it again and again, the pleasure growing with every move.

"Yeah, Bruce. Yes, fuck!" I moaned into the steam.

I found my clit and started massaging it in circles. My legs felt weak. "Daddy, yes. Fuck me, daddy," I moaned as the warm water rushed over me.

I kept touching myself, moving faster and harder until a warm liquid pooled down my thighs. My whole body vibrated, and for the first time in my life, I felt the world explode as I finally came. It felt so good.

My legs were still shaking from what had just happened. I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel tightly around myself, and walked back into my bedroom.

The house was completely quiet now. I guessed Bruce and my mother had either gone to bed or left the house entirely. I really hoped it was the latter. I couldn't handle the thought of what they might be doing in the room next door.

I collapsed onto my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My brain was a total mess. Just a few hours ago, I was crying over a breakup text from Marcus. Marcus, the guy I thought was my forever.

I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in my pillow. He was my dad’s best friend. He was going to marry my mother. He was going to be my stepfather. And I had just swallowed his cum in my dad's old bedroom.

"What am I going to do?" I muttered into the mattress.

Worse than that, Gwen said I had to go with him to the airport. How was I going to be in a car with him for hours, pretending like I hadn't been on my knees for him. I didn't know how I was going to look him in the eye again.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his heavy hands on my breasts and his cock in my mouth.