Chapter 4

Maeve’s POV

I climbed from the pool and dried herself off slightly with a towel. I laid down one of the lounge chairs before lying face down onto it. I felt comfortable enough that no one would see that I had untied her top and dropped it onto the deck beside her. Most girls that I had seen as the cheerleaders all had a nice tan and for the first time in my life I thought why not?

The sun felt nice on her skin, and the heat hadn't become too unbearable. I sighed as I crossed her arms beside my head and closed my eyes. It was probably only ten minutes later when the door opened, and my eyes snapped open.

Brian had gone back inside the house while I swam and I thought that he was giving me my privacy and honestly, I had been glad about it.

Brian was standing at the door with a bottle of sunscreen. He smiled at her and said, "I didn't want you to burn. Thought I would give this to you."

I blushed, realising that I was lying half-naked before my step-father. I nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr Peters. That was thoughtful."

Brian smiled and placed the sunscreen on the ground beside my lounger.

“You don’t need to call me Mr. Peters. We are family now. You can call me Brian if you are not to comfortable to call me Daddy.”

I did not know how I was supposed to react to that particular statement but something happened to me.

"I'm not sure how I will reach my back," I said. I really didn’t want to get up and let him see me topless. No matter how much he thought he was familiar with me, I knew he was not my father at all.

Brian glanced between her and the sunscreen and then said, "If you wanted, I could do it for you."

I was slightly shocked by the offer. I gasped but didn’t say anything.

"I made you uncomfortable; I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offered." Brian backed away.

I shook her head. "No, I was just surprised. It's fine. I would appreciate the help."

Brian's smile returned, and he stepped forward again. He took a seat on the edge of the lounge, his thigh resting against mine and squirted some of the sunscreens into his hands.

Lying back down, I tried not to tense when I felt Brian's hands touch her back. His fingers started on my lower back, rubbing in circles before sliding high up. The sensation felt nice, and my body relaxed into the chair. A small sigh left my mouth.

"Feel nice?" asked Brian.

I smiled. "It does, actually."

"I'm glad."

His hands moved to her sides, rubbing along the curve of her body. His fingers reached just below the edge of her breasts, and for a moment, I panicked. She thought he was going to touch her breasts, but he didn't. His fingers slid back down and then up to her shoulders. She clenched her eyes closed and let out a breath. His hands massaged her shoulders and the tops of her arms.

"You feel a little tense," said Brian.

"Really?"

"Yeah." His hands rubbed her shoulders again. "A young girl like you should be relaxed, not tense."

I sighed. "I suppose that with all the reading that I have to catch up on in the next two weeks is stressing me out."

"Well, maybe you need to find a way to relieve some tension," he said.

I couldn't agree more. But I was not going to tell him that!

"Maybe I could help you with that?" he offered.

"That sounds great. What do you suggest?" she asked.

Brian's hands left my shoulders and were back to rubbing her sides. His fingertips grew dangerously close to my breasts. "A massage is always the first place I would start." The pressure of his hands deepened, and they slid further around her. His fingers moved down her sides and beneath her to move across her stomach.

I frowned; she didn't know if she should tell him to stop; it felt good, and he wasn't making her uncomfortable; at least, she didn't think he was.

Brian's fingers moved high and higher.

I swallowed nervously.

His hands reached just beneath her breasts, and the tips of his fingers brushed against the underside of each of them.

A shiver shot through me. Goosebumps rose along my skin.

Brian let out a low chuckle. "Your breasts are sensitive, aren't they."

I blushed. I couldn't answer that.

Brian's hands moved up and cupped my breasts.

I gasped; from shock or delight, I had no clue. "Wh-what a-a-are you doing?"

His thumb ran over her nipple and squeezed. "So soft and perky." His fingers pinched and rubbed.

It felt good. I moaned and found herself lifting my body to give him room to move.

Brian shifted on the chair; he moved to kneel on the lounge, his knees pushing my legs open so that he could sit between them. He leant forward and pressed his mouth to her shoulder.

"It seems that no one has been giving you enough attention." Brian pulled I's body up, his hands gripping her breasts; he pressed her back against his chest and forced her to bring up her knees to hold herself up.

My mind was racing. My new step father was playing with my bare breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples, sending sensations through her body and heating the fire in her belly. I knew that if he explored her lower half, my folds would be wet by now. I didn't know why I wasn't telling him to stop; I should be.

Brian released one breast from his grip and lifted his hand to grasp her chin. He turned her head so that I was looking at him. He smiled at her, his handsome face telling me that this had been his plan. He had lured her in like a fish, and now she was on his hook.

"Watching you in my house has been an absolute blessing. But I know that you never had a strong male figure in your life. No one to protect you. You don’t even have a boyfriend, no one to show you pleasure," Brian's fingers clamped down hard on her nipple.

I cried out.

Brian leant forward and dove his tongue into her open mouth. He ravished her tongue with his, stealing her breath and tasting every inch of her. He released her nipple and slid his fingers along her stomach down to her bikini bottoms.

He broke the kiss and said, "When was the last time you touched yourself down here?" He slid his finger beneath the material and over her bare mound. He smirked. "Freshly shaven. How lovely." His fingers slid across the lips of my folds, and he chuckled as he found her opening moist. "So needy."

I whimpered. I should protest, tell Brian to stop. But I couldn't seem to make words form.

Brian's finger pushed into her centre and stroked the inside of her walls.

"Ahhh!" I cried.

"I think I should give you what you've been craving," said Brian. He pulled his hand from her bottoms and tugged at the laces keeping the material in place. He pulled it away and dropped it onto the ground. "Would you like that?" Brian thrust his hips forward, and a hard bulge pressed into her ass.

I had seen male cock, since I was a med student. But the hard monster that was straining in the confines of Brian's jeans had to be bigger.

"Tell me, Maeve." Brian kissed her chin. He reached down and started to undo his own pants.

I gasped when she felt the heat of Brian's cock slap against his bare ass.

"I think you want me to." Brian guided his hard cock between her legs, the length rubbed against her bare centre.

"I—I—" I tried to speak, but I couldn't.

Brian smirked. "So needy that you can barely speak." He rocked his hips, his cock rubbed against her folds. But before he could go any further we both heard the sound of the car coming in through the gate.