Chapter 2

Brian’s POV

Maeve looked up and froze, brush tangled in her hair. She must have been lost in her thoughts. In the mirror, behind her shoulder, the door to her new bedroom was open.

She was in a pale pistachio colour bikini that I had gotten for her and she looked tantalisingly mouth watering in it.

I was standing in the doorway.

For what seemed like an endless moment, we both froze. My eyes flickered down her body. Her bare legs, her beautiful breasts and cleavage and his slowly hardening nipples under my gaze.

Instinctively, she put her hand between her legs and over her chest. "Sorry!" she yelped. She assumed I'd yelp back, utter an apology, scurry away. We'd both feel embarrassed, and we'd never speak of it again.

But that's not what I did. To Maeve, I hardly even seemed fazed. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her with an inscrutable smile. "Didn't realize you weren't decent."

It had been two days that she was here, at my home and yet I had found no time when she was alone with me in this house. My new lovely wife, Maeve’s mother, Rita had taken up all the space it seemed.

Finally it was Saturday afternoon, and Rita had gone to this new book club of all the wives in the nearby golf club library. It was just a better way of saying gossip and kitty-party. And now was the chance to find out what my beautiful step-daughter was doing.

I had filled her wardrobe with clothes that I wanted her to see wearing. There were sexy cute little numbers, bikinis, monokinis and what not. Those clothes which would suit a nineteen year old sexy bombshell much better than my mature wife. Yeah, Rita was sexy and beautiful and she was hungry in bed. She performed just like I wanted her to as well but….Maeve….

Ahhh! The pleasure of ruining a brand new virgin…

I am guessing she still is because from the looks of this girl, she is basically a nerd who had her whole life her nose buried in her books. Somehow, Mother nature had been very gracious in blessing Maeve with a sexy fucking body.

“I…ummm…I thought that I would try out the pool. Mom said that I could use it,” said Maeve as she stood before the mirror with her hands trying to cover up her semi-nakedness. She was shy and awkward and I loved making her squirm.

“Of course you can use the pool anytime you want. You have to understand Maeve, this is your home too.”

She nodded but stood there like an awkward statue and I walked inside the room. I was still smiling, hoping she would take that as a positive sign. Of course she felt seen, I was certainly looking. My eyes roamed openly down her legs. The smile he gave her wasn't paternal; it was appreciative. It wasn't the way a man ought to look at his stepdaughter.

“I guess since we will be living together from now on, we ought to get used to running into each other like this,” I said as I sat back on her bed. She had decorated her room like she wanted to. Filled with books all over and only one picture of her and her mother when they were both younger. Maeve holding an ice cream cone and Rita was laughing at the camera. There was a string of fairy lights above her bed.

Maeve took a step back and said,” Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Not exactly, I just thought that I would come by and see how you are doing. We didn’t exactly have the chance to get acquainted better before.”

She nodded. And kept looking at me expectantly.

"You're very pretty," I said softly, and she blushed. She could almost pretend that was a normal thing for a father figure to say - just building her up, boosting her self-esteem. But it wasn't really that, and we both knew it. Indecent and alone in her bedroom, it took on a different tinge.

"Thanks," she mumbled, and nervousness showed in her voice.

"You're shy," he said. "I've seen pictures of you from high school. You're not used to men looking at you this way, are you?"

In a way it was refreshing just to have a man acknowledge how she'd changed. No one else really talked about it; it was like they thought it was rude to say you got way prettier. It would be even worse if she brought it up herself.

So she blushed but she smiled a little, too. "It's...yeah. I was a late bloomer."

"Worth the wait." I winked. Like it was just banter. "I'm still getting used to sharing my home, but it's nice to be around a pretty girl like you. Especially looking like this." I nodded at her body.

"I don't know." That was definitely inappropriate; more secrets for them to keep. She was getting more shy and I could not help but be a bit more lewd.

“I think you should feel more comfortable with your body, sweetheart. You are a beautiful girl, why don’t you just move your hands away and be like you were before?” I asked her softly. This girl was skittish as a rabbit. If I said anything wrong then the entire game might be ruined.

Many emotions mixed together: trepidation, shame, excitement, guilt. She couldn't process it; almost on their own, her hands moved. Of their own accord or at my request I didn’t know fully but she was beautiful. Of that I had no doubt.

“Why don’t you turn around a little bit?” I asked as her eyes widened and I did not even move so she turned back facing the mirror and the next second I was standing behind her. Not touching her yet.

She could feel the heat of my body when I pressed her back close to my front with a hand on her stomach.

I knew she could feel my hard length now.

“Do you see what you are making me feel? Do you know that you are the one responsible for this?” I whispered.