Teach Me, Step-Daddy (8)It was another slow, quiet afternoon. The kind of day where the house felt impossibly large and eerily empty.Vanessa had gone into town that morning. She said she needed to pick up a few things from the pharmacy and maybe stop by the dry cleaner.I asked Rebecca if she would be going with her. She didn’t answer with words, only with a look that made my chest tighten.It was the look she’d been using more lately. The one that said she knew I was trying to keep my distance and found it amusing.She stayed behind. She claimed she had a headache and wanted to lie out by the pool.I didn’t argue. I understood more than I wanted to admit.I spent nearly an hour in the garage, pretending to fix the edge trimmer. Every movement was deliberate, a way to avoid walking through the house and seeing her.The sun pressed down on me through the garage windows. It made the metal tools hot under my fingers and my skin sticky with sweat.Eventually, I gave up. I wiped my hands
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (7)It had been three days since the kitchen.Three long days of avoiding her eyes, her voice, her laugh drifting down the hallway like it didn't burn me from the inside out. I'd kept my head down, tried to pretend like I wasn’t counting the minutes. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Legs spread on my kitchen counter. Breathing hard. Looking right at me like she wanted me to ruin her.I hadn’t touched her since. Not because I didn’t want to. God knows I wanted to. But because I was starting to lose the last bit of control I had.It was just past noon when I heard her mother’s voice outside. Laughing on a call, stretched out on one of the loungers in the backyard, probably with sunglasses on and her work phone pressed to her ear. I figured I was safe. I figured I could breathe for a few hours without Rebecca coming around the corner and ruining the grip I had on myself.I was wrong.I heard the sliding door before I saw her. Bare feet on the hardwood. Slo
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (6)I didn’t even look back as I left the kitchen.My legs felt unsteady. It was like I had been walking on water instead of tile. Every step wobbled and every breath caught in my chest. I didn’t know what Cal saw when he looked at me just now.But I knew what I felt.How easily I had let him spread me open. How quickly I had leaned in. How I had begged with my eyes without saying a word.And the worst part? I wanted more.I didn’t go upstairs. I didn’t go far at all. I ducked into the hallway bathroom and locked the door. My hand shook as I turned the knob. The latch clicked and it sounded impossibly loud.I could hear my mom’s voice from the living room. She was laughing lightly. She sounded professional. She sounded like someone pretending to enjoy a meeting. She had no idea what had almost happened on the other side of the wall.I stared at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were red. My lips looked swollen. My eyes were bright. There was no hiding it. If she saw
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (5)Rebecca’s POVHis voice was low, and his hands gripped my hips like he owned me. “I’m going to eat your pussy right here.”The words hit me harder than I was ready for. My legs tensed where they dangled off the kitchen counter. My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse thundered in my ears.I wanted to answer, but he didn’t give me the chance.His hands slid under my shirt, dragging the soft fabric upward until it bunched under my arms. My nipples were already stiff from the cool air, but when his thumbs brushed over them, I whimpered. Panic flashed through me. I slapped a hand over my mouth, terrified the sound had carried. My mother was just across the hall, in the living room, talking on her call.“That’s it,” Cal murmured, staring at my chest with a quiet hunger that made my thighs clench. “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me. You can do that, can’t you, baby?”I nodded quickly. His lips curled in a slow grin, and then he leaned forward to kiss my stoma
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (4)Rebecca's POVThe call ended with a soft beep, and Cal just stared at the phone in his hand like it had delivered a sentence. I stood there, half-naked, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. His breathing was heavy, and he rubbed a hand across his jaw before finally meeting my eyes."She's coming home tomorrow morning," he said.My stomach dropped.Tomorrow.I took a step back, my bare feet cool against the tiled floor. “Right,” I whispered.He looked at me for a long time. His shirt was still undone, his belt was loose, and he hadn’t tucked himself back in yet. His cock was softening now, but I couldn’t look away from it. It was the first one I had ever seen up close. The first one I had ever taken into my mouth.And it belonged to my mother’s husband.I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly too aware of how naked I felt. I should have been ashamed. I was ashamed. But not enough to stop the ache between my thighs or the way my nipples hardened when
Cal’s POVI shouldn’t have walked into her room that night.I told myself I had a reason. I even tried to believe it. I convinced myself that I needed to talk, to set limits, to clear the air before this thing between us spun any further out of control. But I knew the truth the moment my hand touched her doorknob. I'd already crossed the line hours ago, back in that kitchen when she looked at me like I was the only man she’d ever wanted, and I let her.She was sitting on the edge of the bed when I stepped inside, her knees drawn slightly together, her hands resting in her lap. That little sleep shirt she wore was barely long enough to cover anything. Her thighs were smooth and bare, soft skin catching the low light. Her breath was uneven and her chest kept rising and falling in shallow pulls. She was nervous. And still, she didn’t look away.“I shouldn’t be in here,” I said, voice low, rough.“I know,” she whispered. “But I want you here.”I sat on the bed beside her, not touching her