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  I moved away from the window feeling antsy. I picked up a magazine from my travel tote and attempted to focus on the latest celebrity gossip, but my thoughts wandered to Daniel and his body and how the hell I was going to keep my hands away from him.

  I threw the magazine down and rested back against the headboard with a sigh. Maybe the only way I was going to be able to deal with him in real life was to have him in a fantasy one? It was worth a shot.

  So I closed my eyes and let my hand trail down to the warmth of my cleft. I pressed my finger against my nub and felt a tingle rip through my body. Yes, my body almost screamed to me. Let us come. We need it.

  I trailed a path from my bud down into my wetness, then I brought my finger back up again, flicking my clit. I imagined that it was Daniel’s finger that dipped into my core and as I had that thought my pussy blossomed under my fingers. My cream ran thick and coated my digits. Was it taboo to be imagining fucking my stepdad? I reconciled the thought with the fact that this was going to help me relax. I felt the tension in the back of my neck from meeting Parker’s belligerent ass earlier, and if I wasn’t going to end up with a migraine I needed to do something about it. It’s amusing how a dirty mind belonging to a horny body can reconcile any thoughts. I returned to my fantasy of fucking Daniel.

  In my imagination, he was at the end of my bed, laid beside my hip. His hand cupping my mound, telling me how fucking wet I was and how he was going to take me with his huge cock until I could barely walk. I pushed two fingers inside myself and twisted them around while moving them in and out. With my free hand, I pinched my nipples. My breasts were a small handful but oh so responsive. It was like there was a connection between my nipples and my core. I felt like I could come from playing with my tits alone. My fingers continued to tease my clit as I changed my fantasy so that Daniel was between my legs.

  I drew my legs up and let my thighs drop to the side.

  “Oh, yeah. Right there, right there.” I moaned.

  “Put your tongue on my clit and suck it.”

  I put two fingers, one on either side of my nub, and squeezed. I placed a finger from my other hand in my mouth and wet it and then flicked it and moved it over my clit as if it were Daniel’s tongue.

  “Dan,” I murmured. “Oh my God, I need you.”

  I sat up and looked around the room. My fingers weren’t enough to get me off. I really needed to fuck something. I grabbed my pillow and sat astride it. Finally, I saw an advantage to frills. The lace on the pillow tickled my clit as I rubbed my cunt back and forth over it. I was facing the wall and so I put a hand out above the headboard to steady myself, the other holding the pillow in place. I moved back and forth across it, feeling the lace as it rubbed across my heat. I left a large spot of my creamy wetness on the edge of the pillow as I rubbed myself. I didn’t care. That end would be against the headboard tonight and tomorrow I’d buy some new linen. I felt the pressure begin to build inside me and fucked the pillow in a frenzy. “Please, please, now, now. I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me. Please, oh God, please. Now. Now. Oh yeah, right there, right there. Ohhhhhhhhh.”

  I shuddered against the pillow, collapsing face down on the bed with my ass in the air, while the judders subsided. I threw the pillow back to the top of the bed and then turned around quickly, but there was no one there.

  I could have sworn I heard my door click.

  Chapter 4

  Parker

  I wondered whether to stay here or go see a shrink. First up my father dumped me for a whore, then I found the bitch’s daughter wasn’t who I thought she would be. I’ll be honest I had expected some jumped-up, entitled brat, but no, instead I discovered my new stepsister was prime pussy. When she had sassed me I thought my dick was gonna punch through my boxers. It was a shame as I watched her walk away that she had that flouncy sundress on. I didn’t get to check out her ass.

  Now all of a sudden I’d had another idea that might just bring my new step mommy running back to Port Jeff. It would be a gamble but by the sound of it, she didn’t give too much of a damn about her daughter either, but Dan had told me she raised Kayla until she was eighteen before she ditched her, so maybe Patty did have some feelings for her daughter after all. So I planned to seduce Kayla. Get my new stepsister into bed and then I would go tell Mommy. If nothing else it would be great to see the bitch’s smug face fall for once, that was if the botox allowed an expression.

  In the meantime, Dan had given me a roof over my head and I was grateful. I had no problem in working at the gallery in return. I found the place calming, surrounded by all the paintings. It wasn’t hard work, thank fuck, as I had never done anything more than hang out with my friends before. As I had gained some independence I found I really liked it. What I didn’t like was having been cut off from my inheritance while I had learned to stand on my own two feet. She was behind that, the bitch.

  Still, Dan wasn’t charging rent. The guy had a daddy complex, wanting to care for me and by the looks of things for Kayla too. I needed to make sure he didn’t see my attempts to seduce her or I would be out on my ass. I had to be careful.

  After I finished my swim—I was so glad Dan had a pool as I’d swum at home every day to keep my toned physique—I showered in the pool house and then made my way back to the house. I passed Dan, who carried a towel and was going for a dip himself. It was a hot day. I looked up at Kayla’s window and noted the windows were closed. Good job Dan had air conditioning or she would have fainted from the heat. I decided to take her up a glass of iced water. Show her I was a decent guy. Until I wasn’t.

  As I stood outside her door I heard her moan. It sounded like she must be asleep, so it looked like my attempt to get friendly would have to wait. Only then I heard her say, ‘Oh my God I need you,’ followed by the unmistakable moan of a woman about to come. I placed the tumbler of water on the sideboard and moved closer to her door.

  The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed lightly, hoping to God it wouldn’t make a noise. As it opened just a centimeter, I could see Kayla was naked, facing the headboard and sat straddling her pillow. Fuck, my cock hardened like I had a candle down my boxers. It was in danger of setting alight all by itself too. She rubbed herself back and forth across that lucky son of a bitch pillow. Her head was thrown back as she gave herself over to her pleasure.

  ‘Please, please, now, now. I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me. Please, oh God, please. Now. Now. Oh yeah, right there, right there. Ohhhhhhhhh.’

  I watched as my stepsister shuddered against that pillow and then collapsed forward. Her backside was pert and I so wanted to fuck that puckered asshole that winked at me. But I needed to get out of there fast. I needed to not be caught staring at Kayla’s limp, satiated body. Instead, I needed to head to my room RIGHT NOW, and jerk off.

  I closed the door then realised too late that I had closed it completely. So I quickly moved down the landing and into my own room.

  I locked my door. There was no way anyone was interrupting me while I jerked off to the image of Kayla masturbating.

  Lying on my bed face up, head against the pillows, I pulled my shorts and boxers off and threw them on the other side of the bed. My hand curled around my twelve inch dick and I closed my eyes and imagined it was Kayla’s hand. Soon, hopefully, it would be. The next time she masturbated I was going to walk in and catch her. Dirty, filthy Kayla. I held my girth firmly and stroked my hand up and down my shaft. This is what she should have been sitting on. Not that fucking pillow. What a waste, her juices soaking into the cotton when they could have been sliding down my cock. Hell, I thought, I have to get hold of that pillow sometime and smell it. Smell her cum. Fuck, my dick got even harder. Yeah, maybe I would jerk off in her room after I smelled that pillow. Open up the pillowcase and pump my cum into it so that when she went to sleep she smelled my cum. Oh yeah. I pumped faster and faster imagining Kayla had my cock in her mouth. That gorgeous, long red hair falling forward as she bobbed her head up and
down. I would fist her hair in my hand and hit the back of her throat with my dick. Make her choke. Maybe I would hold her neck just a little tight. Nothing dangerous, just a hint to see how dirty she would play for me. My thoughts returned back to the pillow and away from Kayla blowing me. In my mind I was in her room with her pillow in my hand where I opened my eyes, grabbed my shorts and as my balls tightened, I shot my load in a stream of white creamy spunk all over the inside of it. That’s what it would be like, baby. Just like that. With a deep sigh, I wiped myself off and closed my eyes.

  Chapter 5

  Kayla

  I knew I couldn’t stay in my room forever and my stomach had started to rumble so around seven I headed back downstairs. The aroma of food had hit my nostrils as I walked down the stairs and sure enough, as I headed to the kitchen Daniel was making supper.

  “Macaroni and cheese, with salad and some bread. Sound okay?”

  “It smells delicious,” I told him honestly.

  “There’s a bottle of red over on the dining table. It’s had its breathing time, so go ahead and pour yourself a glass.”

  “Thanks.”

  I took a seat at the wooden dining table. I was pleased the chairs were cushioned as I had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and I didn’t want any of my uncovered flesh sticking to the seat because of the heat. Reaching over I lifted the bottle of wine and poured a healthy measure into my glass. Hopefully, it would help to relax me so I could get through a meal with Daniel. Heavy footsteps came from above. I followed the sound as it moved down the stairs until Parker appeared in the kitchen-diner. He immediately went over to the fridge, took out a beer and cracked it open. He was pretty well settled for someone who had only lived here a short time.

  “Hey, big sis.” He winked, sitting down across from me.

  “I’m not your sister. I don’t even know you.” I threw back.

  “Yeah, I was thinking about that,” he said, rubbing his chin with a finger. “If you’re not going to be able to get your mom away from my dad, maybe we should get to know each other better if we’re family.”

  I took a sip of my wine and pondered what he was saying. It couldn’t be easy having been kicked out of the only home you had known for years. Suddenly he had no money and only Daniel for company.

  “Well, I could always use a friend. I don’t have many.”

  “Cool,” he said. It made him sound so young. I had forgotten he was only twenty-one. Yes, I was only three years older but in terms of maturity, it felt like more. Poor Parker was entering a learning curve right now that was for sure.

  The table was already set, but Parker jumped up and grabbed the salad. I followed his lead and brought the basket of bread over. Daniel joined us dropping the mac and cheese onto a mat in the center of the table. It smelled divine.

  “Ladies first.” Daniel nodded at the mac and cheese.

  I loaded my plate adding some salad and bread. When I bit into the mac and cheese the taste was sensational. I moaned as the flavors hit my tongue.

  I pointed at my mouth while I was still chewing, “Daniel, this is so good.” I said, my mouth still half full.

  He looked a little taken aback, maybe no one ever complimented him on his cooking.

  “I’m finding it a little hot,” Parker said. “What about you, Dan?”

  “I’ll get some water,” Daniel replied and got up from the table.

  We ate the rest of our meal mostly in silence. We all seemed really hungry.

  When Daniel had finished eating, he wiped across his mouth with a napkin, setting it to one side.

  “So, Kayla. I thought tomorrow if you wanted, we could head out to see my gallery? You haven’t been there before and Parker will be there. I would like to show you the place. Also, there are lots of stores out there. I know you women like to shop. Maybe we could grab lunch while we were there or one of the famous ice creams from Creamy Delights?

  I wondered what Daniel’s gallery was like and shopping definitely would pass some time. I wasn’t keen on the having lunch with him part, so maybe I could time it so we just did the ice cream?

  “Sounds great,” I replied. “Anything where I see my little stepbro having to bust a nut sounds fun.”

  Parker raised his middle finger at me.

  I raised my glass at him and took another large sip.

  While Parker finished eating I took the time to check him out. He ate like there was no filling him up, taking not just seconds, but thirds. As I had noted before he was heavy built. Back out in Los Angeles, I bet he was quite the lothario. He had the gift of the gab and with his being loaded I had bet the girls had flocked to him. He was going to have to work harder for women’s attention now that he was relatively broke.

  I felt eyes on mine and turned to see Daniel watching me, watching Parker.

  “Would you like some more wine or water?” he asked me.

  “More wine, please. It’s going down well.”

  A smirk appeared at the edge of Parker’s mouth and I realized what I had just said. He was such a juvenile sleaze ball!

  I kicked him under the table and he yelled ‘Ow’ really loudly.

  “Dad,” she kicked me, he winked at Dan.

  Dan choked a little on his water.

  “Sorry, man. I was just messing with you. Only we’re like one fucked-up dysfunctional family, aren’t we?”

  Daniel took a deep breath. “Well, I rather you both saw me as a friend, rather than a father figure. I’m not that much older than either of you.”

  “Eleven years,” I said.

  “Fourteen years.” added Parker.

  “Okay, I got it. I’m an old man at the side of you youngsters.” Daniel got up and started to clear the table. His mood had turned a little sour. I guess we had really upset him with our jokes about his age.

  I shrugged at Dan. “I don’t think he finds it as amusing as we do.”

  “I’ll go help load the dishwasher,” he replied. “Then we’ll take the alcohol out on the deck. That’ll loosen him up. The guy’s too uptight. It’s like he’s always worrying about something, but I can’t work out what it is. He’s financially secure. He has no real dependents, just us two leeches. Perhaps he needs to get laid. Yeah, I’ll bet that’s it!” Parker leaned back and stretched. His tee lifted upwards revealing a dark path of hair from his belly button trailing down and disappearing under his jeans.

  There’s no doubt about it. Parker was hot. Now I had to live with two hot guys who were off limits. This place was going to kill me. His talking about Daniel getting laid wasn’t helping me either. Thank god I had masturbated this afternoon or my shorts would be soaked through.

  **

  Parker had left to start work at the gallery for eleven. I showered, dressed and took breakfast out onto the deck, while Daniel busied himself with loading his truck up with a couple pictures he wanted to take with him. This made me giggle. I guessed that Daniel didn’t trust Parker with transporting his precious paintings.

  His head shot around the door. “Are you about ready to leave?”

  “Sure,” I told him. “I just need to grab my purse and I’ll be there.”

  I followed him out front and climbed into the passenger side of the truck. It was high and Daniel came around and helped me up into the seat by holding my hips. God his hands were only on me for a second but I felt the loss when they were gone. I got dressed in jeans and a tank, with an open shirt, and sneakers today, seeing as I wasn’t sure how big this place was and whether I was going to be doing a fair amount of walking.

  We drove in a companionable silence for a while as we listened to some music on the radio.

  “So, what do you think of Parker?” He asked me.

  I turned to face Daniel, despite the fact he was looking out of the window so we didn’t crash.

  “Well, at first I thought he was an arrogant asshole,” I replied. “Now I think he’s a likeable, arrogant asshole.” I laughed.

  “You like him, huh?” He
asked me. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard and I wondered if there was something I didn’t know about Parker.

  “Yeah, don’t you?”

  “Sure.” He replied.

  “Are you okay?” I asked him. “You seem a little tense.”

  Daniel sighed. “I’m fine. It’s just strange, the three of us all being together. Patty’s still playing her games and messing with my life and we were over years ago.”

  “I’m sorry,” I told him.

  “No,” he looked at me fleetingly then back at the road. “Don’t ever apologize for your mom, Kayla. None of this is on you. You’re as much of a victim as me and Parker.”

  I shook my head. “I’m no victim. My mom can go suck the dicks of wealthy men all she wants. She has no influence on me.”

  Daniel started laughing; Big, hearty guffaws that made his cheeks plump up. “Kayla Jackson, watch your mouth.” Then he laughed again.

  He turned to me as he pulled up at the parking lot. “I wasn’t one of them you know. She never sucked mine. I need to talk to you sometime about me and your mom.”

  He switched off the engine and jumped out of the cab so I didn’t have time to reply. I opened my own door and jumped down, then followed him as he made his way down a sidewalk holding his paintings firmly. The paintings obscured my visual of his face and by the time we entered the gallery the moment had passed, as Parker stood there before us with a grin on his face.

  Chandler Square was a pretty place, with its run of white fronted stores with matching green signs above their doors. There was a coffee shop, the ‘famous’ ice cream parlor, and some vintage style shops selling shabby chic. There was also a small restaurant serving home cooked meals. I gazed out of the doorway at the surrounding buildings until a couple customers left and Daniel had moved the paintings so I could step inside the gallery properly. He had named it simply, Scott’s, his surname. Inside the walls were naturally, covered in paintings but there were also some sculptures too placed on display pedestals. Daniel explained that downstairs were paintings and other art that everyone could buy, while upstairs he had a private gallery that had to be booked by appointment. He added that it didn’t get booked much, but he had a few regulars who purchased mainly his own artwork for private sale or to sell on in their own galleries.