Lahat ng Kabanata ng TOUCH ME MORE, DADDY: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The following days blurred into a carefully maintained facade of normal family . My father and Elizabeth seemed genuinely pleased that Stella and I were getting along so well. They organized barbecues on the back patio where the smell of grilled steaks filled the air and laughter echoed under the summer sky. Movie nights in the living room involved all of us sprawled on the oversized sectional, sharing popcorn and commenting on the latest action film. Outwardly, I played the role of the dutiful stepson perfectly, helping with chores and engaging in conversations about college and future plans. But beneath every polite exchange, a dangerous current pulsed between Stella and me.I could not stop watching her. At dinner, our eyes would lock across the table while our parents discussed their day. I would hold her gaze a moment longer than necessary, letting my stare drift deliberately down to the subtle cleavage revealed by her light summer blouse. She would shift in her seat, a faint blu

Chapter 5: Afterglow and Dangerous DesireThe first light of morning filtered through the curtains of Stella’s room, casting a soft glow over our tangled bodies. I lay there holding her close, my heart still racing from the noise we had heard in the hallway the night before. We had frozen in place, barely breathing, until the footsteps faded away without any confrontation. Nothing was discovered. Relief washed over me like a cool wave, mingled with the lingering bliss of what we had shared. Stella stirred beside me, her dark hair messy against the pillow, her skin marked faintly with the evidence of my passion. I pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder before slipping out of her bed and returning silently to my own room. The house remained quiet, our secret intact for now.As the day began, the normal family routine resumed, but everything felt charged with electricity. At breakfast, Elizabeth and my father chatted about their plans for the day, oblivious to the way Stella and I excha

Chapter 2: The Accidental FindThe familiar creak of the old wooden stairs greeted me as I climbed them late that evening, my overnight bag slung over one shoulder. Family dinner had been the usual chaos of laughter, Dad’s overcooked steaks, and Mom’s endless questions about my “design clients.” I’d smiled through it all, nodding at the right moments, steering conversations away from anything too personal. Jake had been quieter than usual, but I chalked it up to the breakup. He’d always been the strong, silent type when something was eating at him.I pushed open the door to my childhood bedroom and dropped my bag onto the quilted bed. The room still smelled like lavender from the sachets Mom insisted on tucking into drawers. Nothing had changed since I’d moved out posters of old bands on the walls, a string of fairy lights I’d hung years ago, and my old laptop sitting on the desk like a relic. I’d brought my current one for work, of course, but sometimes it was nice to pretend I was

Chapter 4: Tangled EmotionsThe hours after the confrontation blurred into a haze of avoidance and heavy silence. Jake had stormed out of the kitchen that afternoon without another word, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding and my world tilting on its axis. I spent the rest of the day hiding in my room, earbuds in, pretending to work on “design projects” while my mind replayed every accusation, every heated glance. Guilt gnawed at me not for my career, but for the pain I’d clearly caused him. Shame flickered too, uninvited, making me question if hiding it so long had been fair. But beneath it all, a treacherous spark of something else had ignited: the way his eyes had burned when he admitted watching more than one video.By evening, Mom and Dad returned, filling the house with normal chatter that felt like a fragile shield. We all sat through dinner like actors in a play polite smiles, passing dishes, avoiding eye contact across the table. Jake’s knee brushed mine once un

Chapter 1: The CatchI never thought this summer would turn my life upside down. College was finally over for the break, and I was back in the house I’d grown up in since Mom married Max when I was fourteen. He wasn’t my real dad, but he’d been the only father figure I really knew rugged, broad-shouldered, with calloused hands from years on construction sites. At forty-eight, Max still looked like he could bench press twice my weight. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong jaw, and those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to see right through me.Mom was away for a work conference until tomorrow night, leaving just the two of us in the big suburban house. I’d spent the evening alone, restless and horny. The kind of horniness that built up after weeks of crappy dorm showers and no privacy. I locked my bedroom door, dimmed the lights, and opened my laptop.The porn was exactly what I needed two muscular guys, one older, dominating a younger one on his knees. I stripped down, my cock already h