1. Chapter 1
At thirty-nine years old, I never thought my step-daughter and her newly filled out womanly body would take hold of me this way.
And, Jesus, what a fucking body it is.
Since her eighteenth birthday, I’ve tried to keep my distance. Since I’m a long haul truck driver, it’s been easy to take more routes. Being alone most of the time suited me even before I married.
People have never been important to me but being on the road these last years also kept me away from the big matrimonial mistake I made ten years ago when I married Mina’s mother one drunk night in Vegas. A mistake I’ve been paying for ever since.
Literally, paying for.
I’m the bankroll for her mother’s lifestyle, and that’s about it. I don’t mind, because after the first couple months or so with my shiny new bride, the reality of what she was damn near put my dick into permanent hibernation.
It’s a shit marriage, yeah, but it brought me Mina.
And after I found out how Karen was raising her in one shithole apartment after another, strewn with vodka bottles and a parade of men coming in and out at all hours, no way would I have abandoned her to a life without me to be the buffer and the provider that she deserves.
Only problem is, now she’s becoming an even bigger mistake I’m about to make.
I’m on a route from Cleveland to Connecticut.
The truck’s engine growls like a restless beast as I accelerate to pass a minivan with about a hundred of those little stick figures denoting the parents and their obvious commitment to breeding.
Rain slashes as the wipers fly back and forth, the rain coming down sideways in the headlights.
Mina sits curled in the big passenger seat, bouncing along with the movement of the cab, her legs tucked beneath her, fingers picking nervously at the frayed edge of her denim shorts.
Her golden blonde hair is still wet from running through the downpour from the house to my truck.
The damp mess is piled in a bun that’s come half undone, tendrils sticking to the ivory skin of her neck and the collar of her oversized Mountain Dew tee.
The scent of rain and the Taylor Swift perfume I bought her for her birthday last year clings to the air, sharper than the diesel fumes that are my normal constant scent companion on my long hauls.
“So,” I start, clearing my throat, my voice rough because this conversation is not what I’d choose to talk to her about even on a bad day. “About your mom’s new guy… Jason…”
She nods, cheeks flushing pink in the dim glow of the dash lights. She avoids my gaze, as she has since she hit eighteen and started filling out under those baggy t-shirts and 80’s mom jeans. Now she’s all soft curves I want to trace with my fucking tongue while she squirms beneath me.
I’m a foul, filthy, sin-filled man, but the thought of what I want to do to my daughter terrifies me now, night and day.
“Ugh,” she mutters. “She said he’s a ‘good cook’ or whatever. But you know how she is.” A bitter laugh escapes her, and I feel it in the pit of my stomach where guilt twists. She shrugs on a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Daddy. I shouldn’t tell you stuff like that. She’s your wife.”
That last word has bile tickling at the back of my throat.
“Do not apologize, baby. None of that bothers me except that it should not be happening around you. I took care of your mother the best I could, but it wasn’t about love. You know that, don’t you?” I snap, jaw tight.
“I do. I just, I don’t want to make it worse.”
Make it worse? The only thing my sweet, succulent daughter is making worse is my hard on. I’ve been imagining filling her tight hole with my seed so much lately, I barely think of anything else.
The memory of finding my wife’s newest tryst, Jason, in our shower last week still burns.
But it’s not jealousy. He was fucking naked in my house with my daughter there.
It’s a wonder I didn’t drag him outside and nail his dick to the fence post. My relationship with my stepdaughter over the years has been a source of more fights than I can count, but somehow, I managed to keep my cool and only threaten to drown him if he used my shower again.
I don’t care that Karen has a new man. The divorce has been in the works for months, and Mina’s smart, she didn’t even blink when I sat her down to tell her I was filing the paperwork.
But I’ve kept the bills paid and tried to keep the household stable for Mina’s sake. That shit’s important to me, and it should be for her mother, too.
So when I got a frantic call today from Karen that ‘daddy’s girl’ was causing problems at home, I didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to backtrack two hours down the interstate on my route, pick her up, and take her on the road with me.
Mina packed her stuff into a duffel bag like she was just another item on the divorce checklist, but she has no fucking idea the checklist she’s on in my head.
“I didn’t even do anything, Daddy, I just didn’t like that he was walking around, you know...
Basically naked half the time and I mentioned to mom that I was uncomfortable.
” Mina shrugs, and I nearly tear the steering wheel off the column at the thought of her seeing that.
“She said they wanted privacy. Translated to she doesn’t want her daughter around, cramping her style with her new… You know…”
She reaches over and rests her fingertips on the rock-hard muscle of my forearm, trying to settle me. Her touch sends a spark straight down to my dick, and I shift in my seat, jeans so fucking tight they are about to cut off circulation to my lower extremities.
Her new fuck toy, I think, but it’s like Mina hears my fucking thoughts, her ears turning crimson. She drops her hand like I’ve burned her, which is ironic. Every syllable, every glance she throws my way, fans that flame rising inside me.
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispers, staring out at the storm. “You came, as you always do. Mom said you pay too much attention to me, that’s why I’m so bratty. You spoiled me.”
A surge of rage fills my chest. She’s been through hell since Karen started bringing home strays, and I’ve always been her fallback.
Even if I’m not cut out for fatherhood. Not really.
I had a damn good bank account when I married her mother and I’ve worked my ass off to keep up with Karen’s overspending as well as keeping Mina in the best school in the district.
“Of course I came,” I say gruffly. “That’s what fathers do. ”
She snorts on a sardonic laugh. “You’re not my father.”
“You sure about that?” I snap back, glancing at her chest, seeing those nipples harden as my cock lengthens down the leg of my pants, spurting another round of pre-cum as she arches her back and taunts me.
I close my eyes for a moment, trying to get myself under control, and when I open them, I’m way too fucking close to the car in front of us.
The truck lurches as I brake hard, tires hissing against the rain-slick road. My throat goes dry. Instinct has my right arm flying sideways, pressing my open hand onto Mina’s chest, keeping her safe.
Her tit is in my fucking hand. When the danger is over, I look over to see her lips pressed into a thin line, her fingers curled into her palms.
“Sorry.” I mutter, retracting my hand as she swallows and my guts rearrange themselves because, nothing about me is going to be the same after that.
The softness of her newly formed breast connected to my palm has changed me at a chromosomal level.
Fuck. I’m sweating like a whore in church as I work the rig around the car and count to ten trying to calm myself.
Christ, she’s right. I’m her step-dad, the man who should’ve been happy to watch her grow up from a distance, someone with years of experience hiding this…
this ache she’s created inside me. But eighteen makes her legal on paper, and when she looks at me, all wide eyes and trembling lips, it doesn’t matter how wrong it all is.
That milestone changed things in more than one way. I’d kept my cool with Karen far too long until Mina turned eighteen, no way was I going to take the chance that her mother could take her away. I’d have zero legal right to see her.
I take a deep breath, looking over at the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, like emeralds set in the most beautiful face in the world.
“I’m the closest thing you have, and I’ve always wanted to be that person for you.
” I grit my teeth to keep my voice steady.
Neither of us need to bring up that the sperm donor that created her bailed on her mother as soon as the pregnancy test turned up with two pink lines.
“Just trying to make things easier for you, okay?”
Lies. I’m not just trying to make things easier for her. I’m trying to be close to her. So close, maybe, Jesus, I’m sorry, but my fingers itch to explore every fucking inch of her newly-blossomed body.
I’ve been hard for fucking months. Her mother was pretty enough, but Mina?
She’s fucking stunning. She turned from skinned knees and braces into a fucking wet dream in what seemed like overnight.
But in all honesty, I watched it happen.
Took note when her tits started to fill out her t-shirts, when the little tomboy turned into a fucking fever dream.
We drive another mile as the storm breaks into a deluge.
The wipers are doing nothing to keep the windshield clear as the radio bleats some country ballad about broken trucks and heartbreak, but I’m already itching to pull over.
Rain like this isn’t safe and my concentration isn’t worth shit with her sitting there all virgin fresh and tempting.
“Hey,” she says suddenly, leaning toward me so close the scent of that peppermint she crunched on from the cupholder in the console tickles my flaring nostrils.
“I need snacks.” Her fingers brush my hand for a moment before she’s pointing at a flickering neon sign ahead: Big Rig Stop.
“Can we go in? I bet they have great beef jerky.”
She fucking winks, and I nearly unload in my damn pants.
I don’t know if it’s wishful thinking, but she’s been far more flirtatious and teasing for the last couple months.
I keep telling myself it’s just her coming into her own, understanding that her body is collateral and there is a planet full of men that will bow down just to have a sniff of what she’s cooking in that hot pocket between her legs.
“Nothing big about this place. It’s fucking dinky as hell,” I grumble, pulling into the gravel lot. The truck creaks to a halt beside a row of beat-up semi-trucks and a rusted-out RV.
Like heaven is watching us, the rain suddenly lets up, the sky turning dry as I pop off the ignition and secure the keys in my shirt pocket.
“We better make a run for it before the clouds start pissing all over us again.” She snorts on a giggle, that sweet little girl I’ve known for all these years peeking back through, sending my shame meter into the red.
I open my door and jog around to help her down. My hands span her soft little waist, and my knees nearly buckle when her tits brush my chest, and I swear to fucking Christ, I catch a whiff of that savory pussy scent on the damp air.
She takes off running, and I consider staying in the truck and jerking my cock raw for relief while she grabs her snacks, but no fucking way I’m letting that little curvy piece of jailbait be along in this nowhere truck stop.
I’ve never known jealousy until Mina, but now that it’s sunk its claws into me, any man who even pauses his eyes on my daughter, I want to dislocate his head from his body.
Inside, the store smells like stale coffee and Pine Sol. Mina grabs a basket from by the register, her cut-offs riding up as she bends over. And, fuck, that scrap of fabric can’t hide how round her ass has gotten. I have to grip the doorframe to keep my balance.
“Grab some chips, cheddar and sour cream, pleeeeeease,” she says, shooting me a grin before skipping and bouncing into the candy aisle.
When she comes back, the basket is full.
Reese’s cups, gummy worms, five sticks of beef jerky, soda, and two bottles of that horrible strawberry milk she loves.
Her cheeks are flushed, maybe from running or maybe because I’m staring.
We check out, the cashier giving her a long look when she runs her hand down my chest as I pay.
When we step outside again, a fresh, sudden downpour soaks us within seconds.
“Ugh!” Mina shrieks as the rain drenches her face and chest, dripping from her eyelashes and hair. “Come on, Daddy, run!”
I catch up to her on the last few steps, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she stumbles in a rain-filled pothole in the run-down parking lot.
Her shirt clings to every swell of her body, the fabric translucent enough to see the way her nipples pebble against the cold wind. My cock twitches violently in my jeans.
“Not gonna drive in this,” I grunt as I reach up and open her door, hoisting her and the bag into the passenger seat. “Time to log some off-road time.”
“And get warm.” She nips her bottom lip as the rain coats my face, and I race around to the driver’s door. I reach down and give my dick a hard squeeze before I climb in, trying to use pain to calm the storm in my balls, but it’s no use.
Mina’s already crawled across the cab, opened my door, and is on all fours, her tits hanging down in her soaked t-shirt as she crooks a finger, beckoning me upward.
“Get in, Daddy. You’re gonna be as wet as me.”
This is not going to end the way she might think, because I’m a good man, but I’m about to do some very bad things.