All Chapters of Her Stepfather's Crush: Chapter 211 - Chapter 218

By the time I get downstairs, I’m aware of every brush of my clothes against my skin. My breasts are too big for me to go out without a bra, so I feel naked even though I’m fully clothed. And I never leave the house without panties, so that only adds to it. As I enter the garage, I shiver. Daddy has the bay door open and the car running. He takes my backpack and puts it into the back of his SUV. “Nice and warm for you inside the car,” he says. With a nod, I hurry and climb into the passenger seat. The seat is already warm, as is the air blowing over me. Daddy gets into the driver’s seat, buckles in, and backs out. Before we’re even at the end of our block, he’s reaching over and pulling my skirt higher. I shift against the seat, making the leather creak. “I’ve been looking forward to our secret Daddy time,” he says. “Me too. I… I had to keep my hand between my thighs almost all night.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so damned ex­cited in my life. I guess I feel a little bit guilty. I mean, if I woke up with a mouth on me, even if I really wanted the guy, I think I’d probably be really freaked out. I guess it was all a per­fect storm. Daddy, af­ter years of get­ting nothing and feeling lonely, couldn’t resist me as much as he wanted to.I don’t feel nearly as guilty about the way I went about se­duc­ing him as—well, I guess until he sleeps with me it isn’t really se­duc­ing him. What I mean is, I feel a little bit guilty about getting him to accept a blowjob that he really didn’t want to accept. I feel a little bit bad about that. On the other hand, I feel pretty bad about something else.For four years, he’s slept in the guest room and I only know about it now.For all this time he’s just stoically accepted his fate and I’m so self-absorbed I don’t even re­al­ize it until this very moment. I mean, that’s something that makes me feel very guilty

“By God, lit­tle girl,” Daddy says, “You’re going to lis­ten to me!”I don’t think I’ve ever seen my step­ fa­ther this an­gry. I gulp and nod. Hell, I can’t even remember what I was talking about. His tone seems to re­ver­ber­ate through the air and it’s scary as hell. On the other hand, it’s also about the sex­i­est thing imag­in­able.He points to the couch and I go sit down. I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m naked. I re­mem­ber com­ing out and start­ing the con­ver‐sa­tion. I remember that he would screw me silly after I spoke.Now, all I can think about is his tone.He walks up and grabs a throw blanket from the chair. He hands it to me and suddenly I’m grateful as hell for it. I cover up and he says, “No. It isn’t happening. I don’t know how but I learned to accept that you and I have a re­la­tion­ship other peo­ple won’t un­derstand.I learned to accept that I don’t have any choice about lov­ing you. I also learned to accept that you’re an a

“You’re wrong, you know,” Daddy says.It seems a strange thing to say after we’ve made up. It seems a par­tic­u­larly strange thing to say while both of us are in bed, naked again. I feel instantly wary. I mean, af­ter sev­eral months of a re­la‐tion­ ship that al­ways has a level of tense­ness to it sim­ply be­cause of its for­bid­den and taboo na­ture, this whole col­ lege thing was our first fight.I hated that fight.I hate the thought that there will be another.I swallow hard and resolve not to fight. I even resolve to pretend not to be angry if I must. Softly, I ask, “You don’t think I can get a good ed­u­ca­tion on­line?”“That’s not what I mean, lit­tle girl,” he says, “but I’m still go­ing to hold you to your promise. You have to do the lo­cal classes, too.”“Yes, Daddy,” I say. So, what are we going to fight about? “But… what am I… Why am I wrong?”“You said you overheard me talking to my brother. You said you know I stayed here because I