4.2: Silent Challenge With Stepdad

Lisa’s POV

By the time I arrive home, Nelson, my sweet stepdad, is whipping up pancakes on the dining table even though the kitchen is more than enough to accommodate him. Except that today, he is shirtless.

Wait… shirtless?!

Never have I ever seen him this naked.

He is either in a simple top or an apron… or anything. Not—- shirtless.

The rise and fall of white flour dusts settle on his hairy chest, on the table, creating a mess. His thin firm nipples poke out of the whitish cloud, begging everyone to see that it survived the chaos. The way his muscles stiffen when he continues to whip the mix, makes my eyes wander all over his naked upper body, down to the start of his…

“That hungry?”

His cool bass slices through my head, startling me a bit. I press my eyes firmly, shaking off the few seconds of wildness my screwed-up brain was about to entertain.

‘It depends on the food presented.’ I swallow my response and just give a big smile.

“I— will be upstairs.” I make a swift turn before he even catches the red dots on my cheeks.

“Just like that? No pecks for daddy?” He calls out after me. “By the way, you came home early. Is everything okay? Lisa…”

I shut the door behind him, heart pounding in my chest.

‘What just happened?’

I put my hand to my racing chest as if to still it.

‘I’ll tell you what happened.’ The too-loud voice in my head rants on. ‘You, daddy’s little girl… just unlocked the daddy’s dirty girl feature…’

Stop!

I try to silence it.

‘Those little slutty fingers wanted to run along daddy’s messy chest to flick off dusts and hmmm… stroke this hard peck-up nipples…’

STOP!

I slam both hands to my ears and storm into the bathroom for a cold shower.

It’s as if the cold downpour brings back memories. Bad memories. And no matter how I try to be a superwoman, I love Greg. He was full of blemishes, but he was human, right? One I love at that.

And Erica?

God!

I fucking hate them!

In a moment of pain and anger, I reach for my phone by the stand and make a call across to Greg’s hostel agency. Every second, I’m second-guessing my next action and telling myself to tone it down a bit…

“Hi, Miss Lisa. It’s lovely to hear from you after a while.” Madam Royal’s tone has this rough edge to it.

“Me too,” I try to sound excited. I slam the shower shut and continue speaking. “I want to take Greg’s room.”

“Huh?” She’s shocked as she should be. “You already have it. I mean, you paid for it.”

She’s yet to get my point.

“The thing is— I need to be close to school. I have something going on at home and I don’t want to be here…” I rap like a moron. “And I want to live there. Alone.”

“Uh— It’s big enough to…”

“Alone,” I repeat should she miss it the first time.

There’s a short pause.

We’re already in the middle of a semester, which means it’s nearly impossible for Greg to find a good place so soon. Or, he'd better squat with Erica. As if the mention of her name drives me nuts, I proceed.

“Tomorrow.” I continue, nonchalantly. “I want to move in tomorrow. Please, I need him out before noon.” I end the call before she tries to argue.

Right now, I don’t care if he gets thrown out on the streets. I just fucking hate him. I toss my phone aside, turn on the shower to thoroughly rinse myself up, but instead, I break down, crying like a baby.

“Lisa?” My stepdad’s voice calls from downstairs.

I ignore him.

He doesn’t stop. “Food is ready…” He yaps on.

I manage to put my broken pieces together, slip into my simple Mickey Mouse nightie, and curl up in bed. My eyes are still puffy, heart is still squeezing in pain.

“Lisa?” My stepdad’s voice sounds again, accompanied by a knock.

When I don’t respond, I hear the door push open. I press my eyes shut, pretending that I’m asleep. Good thing that my back is to the door.

“Baby, are you okay?” He murmurs, drawing closer to me.

I expect him to flip me over and mock my pretense or even tickle me as he used to, or stroke my hair, kiss me good night, and let me be… Instead, he slides into bed, next to me!

“Are you okay, love?” He repeats, gently. His firm arms wrap me in a warm embrace, pulling me into himself till our bodies are softly pressed.

Screw that!

Till my arched ass is pushed against his body.

‘No, Lisa. Don't be silly. Dad always hugs you!’ I try to knock myself off the madness.

But I can’t stop the dirty thoughts from streaming in, the sudden heat radiating from our pressed bodies… The realization that beneath this thin nightie, I’m naked. Not even the tiniest thong is protecting my pushed-out ass from… from…

Oh, god.

My heart races hard again. My breath is caught in my throat, and my brain? It’s spiraling at the roughly insane feeling of something big and hard pressed against my butt.

No matter how I try to be decent, I know what it is.

It’s my stepdad’s cock.

And fuck it… I can’t stop myself from imagining the length of it from how my dirty ass measures it. I gulp dryly and push backward, just a tad bit… Just enough to get the whole measurement and satisfy my curiosity. Another silly push sends me to my doom when my legs stupidly part, giving his big cock an entrance to my open ass.

“Lisa?” His voice is oddly low.

Deep.

Dark.