Five.

~Olivia~

I stood there, wet completely drenched. His eyes stared longer than his eyes did..Oh daddy I will let you slip this once then come back without you noticing.

At least now one thing was for sure, My so called stepfather never really saw me as his daughter well stepdaughter but he saw me as a prey. A prey meant to be devoured, chewed on, ruined.

With a frantic turn, I sauntered back to the pool where the mindless teen friends of Diane created chaos and madness... With the silent grace of a predator, I entered back into the swimming pool watching the others like a queen in her own world.

Diane had herself some company, doing a blow-job for a guy whose head was tilted back and back arching off the wall. Without even noticing I suddenly wished it was me at that moment I wanted to be fucked, the one in Diane's place before I lose my fucking mind.

They weren't even ashamed, well shame wasn't really a thing for Diane sometimes I even wonder if she was the oldest or I was the oldest. After a refreshing, yet punishing swim everyone started to leave— Leaving just me and Diane to clean up the fucking mess they had created.

“Well, today was the best day ever.” Diane gasped, cleaning her lip that were already swollen, red and sticky with cum. Scoffing I slapped her playfully “Why wouldn't it be, when you were busy giving some random guy a blow-job.”

She wriggled playfully giving me a sly smile.

“It's not my fault you don't know how to have fun.”

True.

But not of the guys were not my type— not like him. Just young, stupid guys who wouldn't know how to satisfy a woman. “Whatever—let's go inside before you catch a cold.”

*Night - time: 12:00*

That night I decided to sleep in Diane's room hoping that with her inside I would get some sleep without thinking about him. But I was dead wrong, Right now I was sitted up in bed... my eyes tired and hazy.

Diane was sprawled on her bed, mouth wide opened, hair messy, legs apart like she was fucking someone in her dreams. With one silent step I walked to the mirror.

Sliding out of my night gown that dropped with a soft thud to the floor, I stood watching myself in the mirror.

Stark naked.

I didn't bother wearing anything beneath the night gown.

Nipples flushed.

Breast heavy.

Cunt wet.

Legs apart.

I decided to do something different. So grabbing a chair, I sat my skin touching the cold wood. Legs apart that I could see my wet— dripping pussy in the mirror— pathetic right?

I didn't rush, just traced an invisible line on my body from my chest— painfully slow leaving a tingling sensation in their wake, Past my cleavage, past my stomach to where it hurt the most.

MY ACHING PUSSY.

My eyes were locked on the mirror—looking at the woman that stared back— desperate, and needy.

Dirty.

Slutty.

Needy.

Not looking away from the mirror I shoved one finger inside, a breathless gasp escaped from my lips careful enough not to wake Diane up. Before picking the pace, pulling my finger in and out the place I needed Daddy most.

Where I wanted his cock buried, my cunt stretched around him— legs wrapped around his torso as he would brutally ram into my virgin cunt. The more I continued to think about it, the more the pace because faster— my boobs bouncing and giggling with each thrust I made.

My reflection stared back— Flushed— Pathetic— Ruined. Lips parted as I continued to grind on my fingers.

“Daddy.” I moaned, fucking myself continuously. Eyes fluttering

A growl.

Low and needy, I heard it coming from outside the room.

Causing me to stop.

Breathing heavily.

The sound came again.

Like it was calling.

Telling me to come.

I got back in my night gown, rubbing my stained finger on the fabric.

Following the sound to know the source.

My hand grazed the brass knob, leading me to the stairs... Each step I made was cautioned. Controlled. Calculated.

It was coming from the kitchen, I ventured still wanting to satisfy my curiosity.

And they he was.

My Daddy.

Back facing me, body jerking forward brutally. “If you weren't off limits, I would fuck you till my name escape my lips.” He growled, oblivious of my presence.

He was masturbating.

Brutally.

Visciously.

Dangerously.

Heat crept up my neck, legs curled as if I was trying to steady my aching pussy.

Oh God.

I wanted to be the one he was fucking— wanted to take the place of his fist, let him bury himself inside my core. Body tangled in sweat and pleasure.

This was temptation.

My opportunity.

He turned, now fully facing me.

Jesus Christ.

His cock.

It was something else.

Far more better, more real than I imagined it.

Large— Long— calling me.

Buried in his fists, cap peeking— mocking me.

I bit the inside of my mouth to stiffle a shameless moan.

My nipples already felt hard, cramped inside the fabric. Pleading— begging to be sucked with, played with, toyed with captured inside his mouth.

He continued to jerk foward— sweat falling off his forehead— muscle flexing with every movement he made.

“OLIVIA!!”

The way my name rolled of his tongue, made new feel alive— each hair in my body rising to his call.

Then as if on cue he looked up almost locking his gaze on me

I flinched retreating, hoping he didn't see me but on my attempt to do so.

I slipped— my hands tried to grab something, anything that would stop me from hitting the ground. But nothing my fucking hands were slow I fell. Right in front of him.

Dress flanked up.

Exposing every forbidden part to him— Naked, Needy like a sheer sacrifice. My vision blurred darkness slowly engulfing me.

I had crossed the line, and I don't wanted to go back.