SINS SO FUCKING DELICIOUS

Affair with my hot stepdaddy (story 1)

Chapter one! 

Iris' pov

A new stepdad 

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"I vow to always adore you, cherish you and love you till I take my last breath."

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience in the ceremony hall following the groom's heartfelt words. 

Many looked excited, and others were like the bride—emotional. And that included me, the bride's daughter. 

However, unlike others, I was being emotional, snuffling and dabbing at my eyelids with an hanky for an entirely different reason. 

And the problem lay with the wedding itself. 

No, it's not like I hated my new stepfather or didn't wish my mother a happy remarriage. 

No, far from it. 

The thing is, my new stepdad is actually a math professor who taught in the University I attended. 

He was a man I loved, not that as a teacher but as a potential lover. 

Gawd, he was hot! 

The very definition of 'Creator's bias'! 

Even through his suit, it couldn't be hidden that he was a muscular man. 

And just look below his waist, even a fool would agree that he must be well-endowed down south. 

Heaven knows the number of times I've had inappropriate dreams about this man. 

Dreams of him positioned between my legs, pinning my wrists above my head to the mattress and fucking me like I stole his family heirloom and threw it in the ocean. 

I would wake up feeling already wet. 

The times I've masturbated in my bed or in the bath tub, desperately calling his name, wishing he'd appear in such moment to fuck me senseless... can't even been counted on my ten fingers and ten toes. 

From the first day he entered the class and introduced himself, I'd decided this man must be mine. 

But thoughts didn't always align with reality. 

And today was the perfect proof of that. 

He was now a married man—wedded to my own dear mother. 

As a daughter, who was I to deny my mother of her happiness? 

She'd been a widow for over a decade. She was still young somewhat. She had a right to be happy. 

I should be happy for her just like everyone else in this hall were. 

But instead I felt pain inside. My crush had now become my stepfather. 

Having romantic feelings for him was now considered a taboo. 

A strict man like that wouldn't tolerate sexual advances from me. 

So, I would just...try to bury my feelings as deep as I could. Abd I would try to act normal around him — like a proper stepdaughter should. 

That was the plan until he showed up in front of my room's door the evening before his planned honeymoon with my mom.

He was dressed in semi formal clothes and notably, his white shirt was stained with mud.

He loved making beautiful pottery in his free time. That I learned while he was still dating my mother.

"Um, I know this is sounds somehow but could I use your bathroom?" 

"What...?"

I thought my ears were tricking me. Yeah, that's right, I must have heard wrong.

"For some reason the heater's not properly working in mine and I really need to shower."

"Um, isn't there the visitor's bathroom too, Dad,"

As soon as those words slipped out of my mouth, I wanted to slap myself.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to perhaps see him shirtless. And I was foolishly throwing that away!

If only I could turn back time.

"Yeah, Iris. There's that too but...it has no bathtub and I don't feel comfortable heading down the stair just to bathe."

I would be a fool to refuse this time.

Whether his reason had logic or not, what was important was that my long-time crush was going to shower in my bathroom!

So I opened the door and let him in.

"Thank you, my dear," he gratefully told me as he entered.

As I turned around, my eyes widened.

Oh my god, why did I forget that my room was a bit messy.

My friends and I had planned on going to a beach and I'd bought seven pairs of sexy bikini and I'd been planning on modelling them before the mirror before my stepfather knocked on my door.

Oh god, this was so embarrassing. 

I rushed forward to pack all the panties and then went to hide them in my wardrobe.

Turning to face him, I saw he was already turning the doorknob of the bathroom.

"T-that..." I stuttered, cheeks flushed with mortification. "Sorry about that,"

"Not a problem," he smilingly said before entering and shutting the door behind him.

But just as I'd sat on the bed, the bathroom door opened again and he peeked out his head.

"Um, Iris, would you mind bathing me?"

I immediately jumped to my feet, "What?"

"I'm sorry for the stress. Please help me fetch my bathrobe, the black one. But if you don't want to, do you have an unused towel perhaps? Please?"

Wait... 

So my ears actually heard wrong? All he asked for was a bathrobe?

My racing heart finally calmed down. 

It was just a bathrobe, I'll go fetch it for him.

Or better still... 

"Dad, I have a fresh towel." I said, going to fetch one of my actual towels.

"Here, Dad," I said, extending my hand which was holding the towel. But I deliberately stood some distance away from the door.

"Please, could you come closer and give it to me?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine where I'm standing. You should come get it yourself."

"Um, that's impossible. I'm actually...naked right now. So please..."

Did he just say...naked?

As in, mother-naked?

Oh my god!

I hadn't expected him to say that. Is it proper for a stepdad to say that to his stepdaughter.

Doesn't he know my mind will go to places that it shouldn't?

"Come on, Iris. Hand it over. I can't step out the way I currently am,"

I decided to look calm and play dumb.

"You're only shirtless, Dad, not handicapped. Come get it yourself," 

"No, I'm naked from neck to toe. You can't expect me to step out without a stitch on. That's not good for your eyes, dear,"

How bold of him to assume my eyes wouldn't rejoice at the prospect of seeing him in the altogether.

I harrumphed and took a few steps back. "I don't believe. You're lying to me, Dad. That's not good,"

I watched him suspire in defeat. "Fine, I'll come get it right now,"

And so, he opened the door and stepped out.