Chapter 2 #2
“Hey Haley,” I managed to croak out. “You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Wheaton. You can call me Chase.”
“Or how about “Daddy”?” my daughter interjected, rolling her eyes while smiling. “That would be so funny. You’d be “Dad” to me, and “Daddy” to Haley. Wouldn’t that be hysterical?”
“Daddy,” Haley tried out in a soft tone, rolling the word on her tongue. “How does it sound, Mr. Wheaton? I think it’s cute.”
Holy fuck! Just hearing the word “Daddy” on those glossy pink lips made my cock jerk.
My stiffie literally hardened to iron and let out a spurt of pre-cum in the depths of my pants, unable to contain itself at the tantalizing sound of Haley’s soft voice.
Fuck fuck fuck! How do I get myself out of this mess?
Mumbling like a fool, I made some excuse about having to jump on a Zoom call and quickly rushed out of the kitchen. I could hear the girls giggling behind me, and my stepdaughter even called out, “But what about your sandwich, Mr. Wheaton? I think you forgot it.”
Goddamn the sandwich. Goddamn teenage girls and the radiance emanating from my stepdaughter’s body, as if she were sunlight personified.
Goddamn the gleam of her golden hair, and the unspeakable lushness behind that tiny cheerleading outfit.
I wanted to ravage the young woman, and to make her moan and cry out my name.
I wanted to hear her murmur “Daddy” a thousand times before I pressed a kiss to those pink lips, and then to cry out “Daddy!” as I drove my cock deep into the wetness of her tight pink snatch.
But these thoughts were wrong and I swore that I would control myself.
Haley was probably only sixteen at the time, and as a result, I promised myself that I’d be nothing but a respectful father around the house.
Yet, I couldn’t help but see because Haley seemed to be everywhere after that incident.
She was at the breakfast table, helping herself to a bowl of Lucky Charms while shooting me a winsome smile with her blonde hair mussed and dressed in nothing but a tiny pajama top with matching short-shorts.
She was sunning herself by the pool, wearing a purple string bikini which made me have visions of pushing the triangles off her big breasts before sucking tenderly at a pink nipple.
She was at the grand piano, dressed in a floaty white thing that made her look like an angel as her small fingers flew magically over the keys.
So I fought an internal battle against my attraction, and became grumpy and withdrawn as a result.
I tried my best to act normal but it was tough going, and I know I came off like a bear most days.
Even worse, Brenda thought it was her fault.
Of course, my wife and I were no longer having sex because of her medical condition, but she thought that I hated her because of her new body, when it actually had nothing to do with the weight she’d gained.
The problem was I was attracted to her daughter, and nothing could shake the magnetic pull that Haley had on me.
I battled with myself. I gave myself many stern dressings-down, and took cold showers while praying to be absolved of my sins.
But shit hit the fan one night when I passed by the bathroom on the second floor.
I’d come home late from work, and was grumpy and tired, not to mention exhausted from a work trip earlier that week.
But as I made my way up the stairs, I heard a soft, lilting melody waft down the hall, and my steps slowed.
Could it be... ? What the fuck? The girls’ bedrooms were on the third floor, but there’s a large marble tub in the second floor bathroom, and it was a quiet Friday night.
Was Haley using the peace and quiet to enjoy a hot bath?
I should have turned the other way and skedaddled.
I should have sped up and walked right by the bathroom with my eyes fixed on the floor.
But my self-discipline was worn thin after a rough week, and my steps slowly came to a halt in front of the bathroom.
One hand reached up, and when I pushed the door, sure enough, it inched open just a tiny bit, letting out a waft of humid steam.
Then, I peeked inside and the sight made me harden immediately.
Haley was in the tub, her golden hair piled high on her head and her skin flushed a moist pink from the heat.
She had a distracted smile on those plush lips as she smiled to herself, singing a melodic ditty while reaching up to pop a bobble floating in the air.
That’s when I saw. Her arm came up out of the water, and her torso rose from the white bubbles to reveal huge, glistening breasts.
They had to be at least Double D’s, and were golden and lush with hard pink crests just begging to be sucked.
“Oh diddy, diddy,” Haley hummed to herself before popping the bubble. “See how Liddy takes the diddy.”
Her words were nonsensical and the tune unrecognizable.
But I didn’t give a fuck because another bubble wafted by in the humid bathroom, and this time, Haley reached even higher to pop the iridescent globe.
Her breasts revealed themselves fully this time, huge and luscious, glistening with water as my cock jerked again, desperate to be inside the young woman.
I wanted to pull her out of the tub and bury myself in that tight snatch before worshipping at her breasts.
I wanted to watch as she knelt before me, luscious and gleaming, before pulling down her chin and inserting my dick between those pink lips.
Even worse, I wanted Haley on all fours on my bed, wailing with pleasure as I took her from behind, filling her with loads of virile spunk.
But I couldn’t because I’m the man of the house, and my stepdaughter was underage.
Haley was only sixteen then, and my thoughts were fucked up and depraved.
Don’t get me wrong because they were normal for an alpha male, but there was no way I could act on them without breaking laws and going to jail.
So like a cowardly beta, I scurried off and got into the shower before jacking off with a roar, visions of Haley in my head.
I saw her on my bed, cupping her breasts with her legs parted and a coy smile on those pretty lips.
I saw her bent over my desk, that heart-shaped rear end raised in the air as she reached behind to pull her cheeks apart, revealing her glistening pink slit.
I saw her in every position imaginable, and came like a hurricane, roaring and moaning her name.
Shit should have stopped there. I should have removed myself from the house that night to escape temptation.
But did I do it? Hell no. After a few weeks, I came to the realization that Haley always treats herself to a steamy bubble bath on Friday nights, and I did the most fucked-up thing ever.
My stepdaughter uses a variety of bath oils, and I stole a bottle of that shit on the sly.
The fragrant liquid was rose-scented, and I poured a bit of it out before bringing it with me into the shower and ejaculating hard into the purple canister.
Yes, again, I’m a fucked up dude. It was frankly gross, not to mention unsanitary, but the thought of the young woman coating herself in my spunk later that Friday made me so fucking horny that I did it.
I filled her bottle with a load of my jism, and then watched through a crack in the door a few days later as Haley rubbed the fluid into her skin, moaning softly to myself as she did.
That’s when I knew I was done for because my actions were beyond the pale.
This was too fucked up, even for me, and we couldn’t keep going like this.
As a result, I initiated divorce proceedings, and moved out of the house within the week.
Brenda blames herself, I know. My ex believes that her illness and resulting weight gain made me fall out of love with her, and to some extent, there’s truth to those words.
I wasn’t interested in Brenda physically anymore, but not for the reason she believes.
Instead, I was desperate to be with her daughter, and couldn’t stay married in light of such a fucked-up situation.
So we parted ways, and eventually, everyone vacated the house.
The girls graduated high school, and my daughter decided she wanted to go to LA to become an actress.
Emma’s doing well too. She’s blonde and pretty, with a captivating smile and a love for the work of Tennessee Williams, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to make it big.
After all, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of pretty blonde starlets in LA, all dreaming of hitting the big time.
Meanwhile, I’m not sure what happened to Haley and her mom.
I settled a good amount of money on Brenda after the divorce, and my assumption is that my ex bought a nice condo somewhere while recuperating and rehabilitating her injuries.
Meanwhile, maybe her daughter went to college and is boning wannabe frat boys.
Maybe Haley’s parting her legs for a particularly handsome professor, or making out with a hot TA.
But what I know is that I haven’t been able to get the entrancing young woman out of my head.
I’m obsessed ... and my obsession still rages despite the fact that it’s literally been years.