One.

~Olivia~

Summer was here, and college had closed for the mean time. It was supposed to be the perfect thing but now it was something I dreaded at this moment. Because of one person.

I hadn’t seen him since I was ten.

That thought repeated itself like a gentle drumbeat the entire drive up the long, winding road leading to my mother and stepfather’s house. The summer air was I deep and warm, the kind that made me feel safe.

I was nineteen now. Supposedly grown. Supposedly over that childish crush.

Legally Fuckable.

But the universe apparently hated me, because I was about to see him again — tonight — at a family dinner my mother had been excitedly preparing all week. “He’s finally back in town,” she had said. “You’ll be so happy to see him.”

No, I absolutely would not. Not if the embarrassing flutter in my chest meat anything, Or the suddenly heat that curls up my thigh when I think of him.

“Liv!” Diane, my stepfather's daughter— technically my step-cousin— barreled out the front door, nearly tripping over the welcome mat more different than I remembered.“I missed you so much!”

I barely had time to breathe before she hugged me up in a warm hug. I hugged her back, grateful for the sudden tightness in my throat.

“I missed you too,” I whispered back.

She pulled back, grinning.“You've really grown boobs.... haven't you??” She taunted playfully bouncing my boobs inside my bra.

I pulled away, my face certainly crimson red now.“Yeah, what did you expect. Guess you have competition now.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. “Like— at least you won't be feeling anxious about wearing a bikini anymore.”

She pulled me in.“Wait till you see him. He looks… different.”

Fantastic.

Just what my pathetic heart needed.

Inside, the house buzzed with the warmth of a summer evening. Aromas of roasted chicken and pepper stew filled the air, pots clattered in the kitchen, and my mother was humming. Every thing felt normal.... except me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Would he remember me?

Would he recognise me?

My mother, Mirabel came out of the kitchen just as I was putting my bag down. “Ah, there you are! You’ve grown.”

I chuckled, before I could reply, the front door opened.

I felt it before I saw him — like the air shifted, stretching thin.

A presence.

I turned.

He stepped inside.

He looked like nothing like the man in my memories. He was broader now, shoulders filling the doorway, wearing a simple dark shirt that did nothing to hide the abs beneath it. His fucking jaw was sharper— tempting that you would want to trace it without being cut, hair darker, Ocean Blue eyes colder.

I wonder how big his fucking cock would be. Maybe ten inches long— veiny, standing strong and proud.

I suddenly felt wet, the light fabric of my panties damp sticking to my already swollen pussy. “Fuck, Liv.” I cussed silently, trying to ignore the throbbing ache between my thighs.

My step-daddy.

Lucian.

His eyes met mine, paused, and something unreadable flickered across his face.

“Olivia?” His voice was low— deeper than I remembered. “You’re... not a kid anymore.”

My pulse jumped painfully. Oh God his voice, it was doing things to me, things a normal being wouldn’t think of.

“No,” I managed. “I’m not.”

For a moment we only stared at each other, the sounds of the house fading like someone had closed the door over them. I felt like that ten-year-old again — small, awkward, nervous — except now it was different. Sharper. Confusing.

“I— I’ll be in my room.” I croaked, already walking away feeling the burn of his stare on me.

When I had stepped inside, My hands instinctively reached for my panties.

Painfully wet.

A full proof of whatever damage he did to me.

I just wanted him to fuck me.

Make me scream his name.

Ruin me.

Break me.

Use me.

And the painful truth. I’d let him.

Willingly. Stupidly. Gladly.

Slowly, I shoved aside my panties slipped a finger. Finger fucking myself in a slow, pace.

I didn’t move fast.

I wanted to feel it.

Then shoved another, then another.

Three fingers fully inside my cunt.

The pace increased, I slammed in and out. Mouth wide opened, eyes bulging out of their socket.

With my other hand, I pulled out my tit. Nipples hard and pointed as the breeze slapped them, sucking and nibbling, rolling my tongue on it.

It felt good.

Call me crazy.

Call me a slut.

But I was going crazy, obsessed with my stepdad.

My mother's husband.

But I never saw him as family.

I called him Daddy.

I sucked. Bit. Fucked myself, But it was’t enough it was never enough.

I wanted to cum, spill my juice all over the floor. Sounds of skin clashing skin filled the room, I could smell my aurosal covering me like a gust of wind.

Heat. Desire and Shame mixed together.

Three fingers was not enough, so I shoved another slamming it even Faster. Quicker. Demanding.

“Daddy!” I moaned shamelessly.

My knees buckled.

Wave and wave of estasy wash over me, Cum spilled to the floor gushing out in lines and lines of milky strands.

Staining my legs. Face. The walls. The ground. Even the bed.

My breaths was in uneven gasps, hair ruffled, cheeks flushed, breast swollen and red.

“Liv! you in there?”

My heart sank.

Why now of all the time.

“Uh— Yeah give me a second.” I blurted, trying to clean up the floor that was already a dripping mess.

“Just come over, before dinner gets cold.” Diane’s voice floated through the door.

After making sure everything was in order except the damn smell. I ran out trying to look composed ignoring the fact that I just finished masturbating.

I took a seat across from Lucian— completely by accident, I swear— but now I couldn’t look anywhere without meeting his eyes. The table felt too small.

I really wished I took my vibrator with me— My legs were tangled under the table. Trying to surpress the persistent ache between my legs.

Diane nudged me under the table whispering, “What were you doing in there earlier?”

I nearly choked on my water. Forcing a smile.

“Nothing.”

Nothing?

Really, Liv. After the hell of the mess you did in there.

Diane nodded,“We have a lot to catch up on, sis. You are going to love what I have planned tomorrow.”

Surprises with Diane weren't exactly normal but I smiled anyway.

My eyes met Lucian’s.

His fucking ice frost eyes.

My grip tightened around my fork, knuckles white.

Jesus Christ.

The pain was unbearable, I wanted him to filp me over.

Pull my skirt up and fuck me.

Right now, Right here.

With everyone watching.

I would’t mind.

But of course, the universe laughed at me again.

Because when I was alone, washing the dishes.

He was behind me.

Just the two of us.

I didn’t hear him come in— I just felt it, that prickle down my spine. When I turned, he was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching me with a look that made me a dripping mess.

It wasn’t anger.

Nor happiness.

“You’ve changed,” He said quietly.

I swallowed in nothing.

Did he mean it in a good way or bad way.

“Yeah, Nineteen years now.” I muttered rubbing my legs together.

He didn’t smile. Not even a hint.

A small glint flashed in his eyes.

Then he left.

Leaning against the sink for support, I let out a deep breath.

One thing was for sure, this summer was going to be a hell of a ride. And I couldn't wait.