Two~Her Step-daddy's Sweet Sin 2

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon wafting through the house. I stretched, my body still tender from last night's encounter.

The clock on my bedside table read 9:30 AM. I hadn't slept that late in weeks.

I threw on a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt, then made my way downstairs. My stepfather, Kade, was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.

He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair still damp from a shower. He didn't look at me when I entered the room.

"Morning," I said, trying to keep my voice casual.

"Morning," he replied, his tone equally nonchalant.

He slid a plate of bacon and eggs onto the table, then sat down across from me. We ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sound of the soft hum of the refrigerator.

"So," I started, breaking the silence. "About last night..."

Kade put his fork down and looked at me, his expression serious. "We can't talk about it, Mia. It was a mistake."

I felt a pang of hurt but pushed it aside. "Okay," I said, nodding. "I understand."

He stood up and started clearing the plates. I helped him, our hands brushing as we reached for the same plate. He pulled back like he'd been burned.

"I need to go to the store," he said, changing the subject. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good," I replied, stepping back to give him some space.

He nodded and left the room. I leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. Last night had been intense. And now, in the cold light of day, it seemed like Kade wanted to pretend it never happened.

I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house, trying to keep my mind off of last night. But every time I walked into the kitchen, I could still feel his hands on me, his mouth between my legs.

I could still hear his voice, rough and commanding. When Kade came back from the store, he was carrying a bag of groceries and a small box. He put the groceries away without a word, then handed me the box.

"What's this?" I asked, taking it from him.

"It's a new laptop," he said. "I thought it might help you with your writing."

I looked up at him, surprised. "Thank you," I said, touched by the gesture.

He nodded, looking uncomfortable. "I'll be in the garage if you need anything."

I opened the box and pulled out the laptop, running my fingers over the smooth surface. It was a nice one, top of the line. I carried it upstairs to my room and set it up on my desk.

As I was connecting to the Wi-Fi, I noticed an email from my best friend, Lily. The subject line read: "Spill the tea, bitch."

I laughed and opened the email. Lily and I had been best friends since kindergarten, and she knew everything about me. Well, almost everything. I hadn't told her about my feelings for Kade, or about last night.

I started to type out a response, then hesitated. What could I say?

"Hey, Lily, guess who finally got laid last night? Oh, and it was by my stepfather." I shook my head and deleted the message. I couldn't tell her. Not yet. Not until I knew what was happening with Kade.

I opened a new document on the laptop and started to write. I didn't know what else to do. I needed to get this out of my system, to put it down on paper and make sense of it.

I wrote about last night, about the way John's hands felt on my body, about the sound of his voice in the dark kitchen.

I wrote about the way he looked at me, like he was trying to memorize my face. I wrote about the way he made me feel, desired and wanted and alive.

I wrote for hours, until my fingers ached and my eyes were dry from staring at the screen. When I finally finished, I read back over what I'd written. It was raw and intense and real. It was the truth.

I saved the document and closed the laptop. I felt better, lighter, like I'd exorcised some of the demons that had been haunting me since last night.

I went downstairs to find Kade. He was in the garage, working on his motorcycle. He looked up when I entered, his expression guarded.

"I wrote about it," I said, holding up the laptop.

He put down the wrench he was holding and wiped his hands on a rag. "What did you write?"

"The truth," I said. "About last night. About how you made me feel."

He was silent for a moment, then he nodded. "Okay," he said. "But Mia, we can't... we can't do that again. It's not right."

I felt a surge of anger. "Why not?" I demanded. "Because you're my stepfather? Because society says it's wrong? Or because you don't want to?"

He looked at me, his expression pained. "It's not that simple," he said. "You're my responsibility, Mia. I'm supposed to protect you, not... not take advantage of you."

I laughed, a harsh sound. "Take advantage of me? Kade, I wanted it. I wanted you. I still want you."

He closed his eyes for a moment, like he was trying to gather his strength. "I know," he said. "But it's not right. We can't."

I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them back, refusing to let him see me cry. "Fine," I said, my voice cold. "If that's what you want."

I turned and walked out of the garage, leaving him standing there alone. I went back upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me.

I felt like I was going crazy. I wanted him so badly, but he was pushing me away. I didn't know what to do, how to make him see that this was real, that we were real.

I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, trying to block out the world. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't going to give up on this.

On us.

I was going to fight for him, no matter what it took.

I lay on my bed, my body still humming with unspent desire.

I couldn't stop thinking about Kade, about the way he touched me, the way he made me feel. I needed release, something to take the edge off.

I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out my vibrator. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild, picturing Kade's hands on my body, his mouth on my skin. I turned the vibrator on and ran it over my clit, gasping at the sensation.

I was so lost in my own world that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't realize anyone was there until I heard a sharp intake of breath.

My eyes flew open. Kade was standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and desire as he took in the sight of me, completely naked and spread out on the bed, my vibrator still buzzing in my hand.

"Mia, I'm sorry," he stammered, starting to turn away. "I didn't mean to... I should have knocked." I wanted to apologize to you, I shouldn’t have spoken to u in that tone.

"No," I said, my voice breathless. "Don't go."

He hesitated, his hand on the doorknob. "Mia, we can't...we can't do this again."

I sat up, letting the vibrator fall to the bed beside me. "Why not?" I challenged. "Because you say so? Because it's wrong? Kade, I need you. I need this."

He looked at me, his eyes dark and hungry. I could see the struggle in his expression, the war between what he knew was right and what he wanted.

I stood up and walked towards him, completely naked and unashamed. "Please," I said, my voice soft. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop wanting you."

He didn't move as I approached, his eyes locked on mine. I could see the pulse in his throat, the way his chest was rising and falling with each ragged breath.

I stopped in front of him, close enough that our bodies were almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, seeing the way his pupils were dilated with desire.

"Tell me you don't want me," I whispered. "Tell me to stop."

He was silent for a moment, then he groaned and grabbed me, pulling me against him and kissing me hard. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body against his.

He walked me backwards until my legs hit the bed, then he pushed me down onto it. He followed me down, his mouth never leaving mine. I could taste myself on his lips, the evidence of my desire, and it only turned me on more.

He broke the kiss and sat up, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. I reached for the button on his jeans, my fingers shaking with need. He helped me, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one movement and freeing his hard cock.

I reached for it, wrapping my hand around the thick shaft and stroking him slowly. He groaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back.

"Fuck, Mia," he groaned. "You feel so good."

I guided him to my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through my wet folds. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and intense.

"Tell me you want this," he said, his voice rough. "Tell me you want me inside you."

"I want you," I gasped. "I want you so much."

He thrust into me, hard and deep, filling me completely. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he started to move, setting a fast and brutal pace.

He grabbed my legs and pushed them up, opening me even more to him. He fucked me hard, his hips slamming against mine with every thrust.

The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, along with our moans and gasps.

I reached for my vibrator, turning it on and pressing it against my clit.

Kade groaned and watched as I used it on myself, his eyes dark with desire. "Come for me, Mia," he growled. "Come on my cock."

I did, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. I cried out, my body convulsing as Kade kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was gasping and shaking.

He came a moment later, his body tensing as he filled me with his release. He collapsed on top of me, his breath ragged and his heart pounding against my chest.

We lay there for a moment, neither of us speaking. Then Kade rolled off of me and sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Mia, I... I don't know what to say," he said, his voice filled with regret.

I sat up and put a hand on his arm. "Don't say anything," I said. "Just don't leave. Not yet."

He looked at me, his expression softening. He nodded and lay back down, pulling me against him and wrapping his arms around me.

I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat, feeling content and safe in his arms. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't going to give him up without a fight. I was going to fight for us, no matter what