by S. C. Adams
I turn around and see Jane. Next to her is someone eerily familiar, but where do I know her from?
Oh shit.
No way in hell!
This is not happening.
She’s the girl from the club. The one that I touched and savored to my heart’s content.
But how?
I mean the odds that my soon to be stepdaughter is also some random hookup I had just two nights ago are so low.
But here we are.
I don’t even know what possessed me to go to that club. I know it’s one that attracts a lot of the college crowd, something I like to avoid. Typically, I just avoid the whole club scene in general.
But something in me wanted to do it a little different that night. I’d just gotten back from a work trip. I was bored and I thought, “What the hell?” It’s not like anything was going to happen.
But something amazing did happen.
I was on the verge of leaving the dark, sweaty, dank club where the music was too loud. There were too many people and it was just generally too much of a headache. Basically, all of my worst fears about the place were true.
But then this unbelievably cute girl with amazing curves came up to me. She had the shy, sexy librarian thing going for her. The second I saw her approaching me, my cock stiffened.
For the first time, I found myself saying a silent prayer. It was maybe a tad blasphemous to ask God to intervene, but I was desperately hoping this woman was coming up to proposition me. That ended up happening, and more. We somehow got to the point where I dragged her on to my lap and then eased my dick in her ass as she mewled and creamed in my arms.
I know I’m getting married soon, but my set-up with Veronica isn’t exactly conventional. She says that she’s “saving herself” for marriage. It’s a little strange, considering that this is no naïve, blushing virgin. I’m going to be her fourth husband, so she’s been around the block three times already. Yet, I acceded to her requests. No sex until after the ceremony. The problem is that occasionally, I crave a woman’s companionship, and that night at the club, my walls broke down.
Frankly, I’ve never really been one for morals anyway. But now, I have a huge problem. Kylie’s looking at me with horror in her eyes, and everyone’s going to be able to tell if I don’t cover this up fast. I need to compose myself. No one here knows what happened except for me and Kylie, and with some maneuvering, I think we can keep it that way.
“Hi, I’m Tanner.” I offer her my hand. She looks at it like it’s a slimy tentacle I’ve asked her to shake. I know I can keep a low profile, but can she? It wouldn’t be a good look if Kylie just blurted out to everyone here exactly what happened. New York’s upper crust can be pretty vicious, and I don’t need something like this messing with my reputation.
Her aunt lightly nudges her.
“Kylie,” she whispers.
Finally, my almost-stepdaughter raises her hand and shakes mine.
“Hi, I’m Kylie.” She withdraws as soon as possible. My plan for maintaining a stress-free relationship with her just slipped through my fingers. This might just cause huge problems.
“Well,” Veronica interjects, “I’m glad you two finally got to meet one another. Why don’t we go have lunch now?” She suspects nothing, which is good. Maybe she’s just attributing our awkwardness to this being our first time meeting, at least in everyone else’s eyes.
“That’s a great idea,” Jane adds.
We file into the dining area, and of course, Kylie and I are at the same table because we’re soon to be family. She hasn’t made eye contact in a while, and I don’t blame her. I’m feeling a little blown away myself, to be frank.
But as we take our seats, I can’t help but notice that pink scrap she’s wearing. It’s much too small on her up top, and then the bottom is this weird layer-cake of pink frills. Even though it’s a nightmare piece of clothing, I still want to rip it off her and pick right back up where we started.
Shit! Nope, I can’t sleep with her again. Now that I know who she is, it would be absolutely amoral. I pick up my glass of water and down most of it in one sip. I’ll just make conversation.
“Tanner? Weren’t you just telling me your firm is handling the renovation of that library uptown?” Jane asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, in fact. We won the bid, and hopefully, the process will start in about a week. It’s still in the logistics phase.” This is actually the reason I was out of town. I had to meet up with a potential collaborator, and the whole trip ended up being a lot more exhausting than I anticipated. Kylie was a welcome stress release.
“Oh that’s so great,” says Jane with a smile. “I’m sure it’ll turn out to be a wonderful piece of architecture.”
Veronica’s high-pitched laugh breaks through my thoughts. I have zero idea what her and her friends are talking about and don’t bother to listen either. Kylie, meanwhile, is not keeping a level head. It’s pretty obvious. Her plate is still full of food, but it’s all pushed and mushed together so that the peas mix with the salad, and her bread roll is upside down.
I’m going to need her to get better at keeping calm. But when will I have a chance to talk with her alone? It seems pretty impossible, given the litany of wedding events. We’ll be around each other, but always with people surrounding us.
Her eyes pop up and catch mine. We share a quick glance, and then she looks away, her breasts heaving. The attraction from Friday night is clearly still there. Fuck, this is not good. Not that I blame her. She must be all kinds of confused. If I could just get her alone and talk a bit, we could make a plan on how to survive the next couple weeks.
Kylie’s eyes suddenly cut away from me, going to her aunt. She leans over and whispers something to Jane before getting up and heading into another room.
Now’s my chance. I get up but feel a hand on my arm before I can steal away.
“Where are you going?” Veronica’s perfectly manicured claws rest on my suit jacket. I smile to keep her from getting suspicious.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom, and maybe I’ll make a quick call to my assistant.
“Okay, I’ll miss you while you’re gone,” she simpers.
“Sure thing,” I reply. She lets go of me and turns back to her friends. I’m a bit confused by her actions. She’s never been one to get all ‘couple-y’ with me. Maybe it’s because we’re getting closer to the wedding date? And we are a couple, so it’s not that weird, I guess. Either way, it’s not something to worry about. Kylie is the one I need to deal with right now.
I head around the corner and follow the hallway to the bathroom. I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe I made the wrong assumption thinking she’d be coming this way.
“So, your name’s Tanner?” I turn around quickly, a little startled. How did she get behind me? She’s quiet, that’s for sure. The girl is beautiful, even if that pink monstrosity she’s wearing isn’t helping.
“And you’re Kylie.” Her eyes narrow as she crosses her arms over her sizable chest. She’s trying to be all serious, but it’s hard when your breasts are just about to pop out from the vee of your dress. When I smile, her nose wrinkles.
“What is it?” she asks defensively.
“It’s nothing, just… did you choose that dress?” Her outfit on Friday suited her curves a lot more.
“No,” she says quickly, glancing down. “My mom chose it.” She holds out the hem. “I just wore it, so she wouldn’t get upset.” She drops the skirt of the dress and looks back at me. “But this is isn’t about my outfit. You have a lot of explaining to do, Mister!”
“About what?” I shrug.
Her nostrils flare, and she has to look away from me for a second. I had a wholly different plan when I originally came to talk with her. I was going to tell her it would be a good idea to keep our little indiscretion in the past, and it would be in both of our best interests to keep things civil.
But being this close to her again, I want to be with
her again. Why not? As long as we’re careful, nothing should go wrong. Of course, it’s totally amoral, but then again, I’m not known for being a straight shooter.
“You know what I’m talking about. You’re marrying my mother and two days ago you,” she pauses to take a look around and lowers her voice, “well, we made love in a club. What’s going on?”
I shoot her a grin.
“First, I didn’t know you were Veronica’s daughter.”
Kylie rolls her eyes and groans.
“Right, but you’re also an engaged man, so explain that.”
“Kylie,” I start. But there are faint approaching footsteps. I grab the girl and pull her into a nearby bathroom, locking the door behind us. It happens to be a unisex bathroom made for disabled people, so it’s more spacious than the usual public restroom.
“What the?” she resists a little, but I manage to shush her with a hand over her lips. I hold still, waiting to see if whoever it is gets any closer. Meanwhile, she pulls herself away from me.
“What are you doing? Why are you so weird?”
She’s put as much distance between us as possible, even in this small space. Granted, it’s not very far seeing that we’re in a ten by ten white cube.
Taking a step to close the distance, I ask, “Are you okay, Kylie?”
“What do you mean?” Her voice softens.
“You seem angry.”
I take another step forwards.
“That’s because you cheated on my mom.” It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself, and not me.
“Your mom and I have an understanding,” I begin in a slow voice.
“And what is that?” she asks belligerently. I think about telling her, but decide this isn’t the time. There have been enough bombs today already.
“Well?” she demands.
“Listen, let’s just say that Veronica and I have a special type of relationship. It’s atypical, and you wouldn’t believe it if you heard it.”
“Try me,” she says with her bottom lip trembling and her chin jutting out a bit.
I shake my head.
“Not now, sweetheart. There are a ton of people waiting outside, wondering where we are. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Veronica sends a search party soon.”
She contemplates my answer and finally nods.
“Well, you are kind of old to be going after college girls.” She crosses her arms again, making a face like she’s one-upped me. That stings, even if I don’t want to admit it.
“Does my age make you uncomfortable?” is my silky question. Her body deflates a little as her hands drop.
“Well, no. I mean, I guessed you were older than me on Friday, but this whole thing isn’t right!”
I look at her askance.
“Did you not have fun?”
“I had fun, and our connection was really amazing, but …”
We’re now toe-to-toe. The fight has drained from Kylie. She looks up at me, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. I move the hair from her eyes and tuck it behind one ear.
“But you’re getting married to my mom,” she whispers, looking at me with confused eyes.
“I know, sweetheart. But this isn’t the right place to have a long discussion about that. I promise I’ll explain everything to you later.”
She looks at me, her eyes wide, and slowly her chin nods. I growl with approval.
“Why don’t we do something fun instead?” I rasp. “Turn around, baby girl.” Her eyes search mine, but I remain steadfast. I know what I want, and if she’s willing to give it, I’m going to take it.
Silently, she turns, trusting me. Good. The girl knows how I like things to be. She turns and places her hands against the cold tile. I put my hand on the top of her back, pushing her down even further so that she’s leaning forwards somewhat. Her butt pops out, and I’m tempted by the huge size.
“Lift up your dress,” I command. Oh shit, I can’t wait.
She swings her head back, eyes wide.
“But Tanner!”
“Just do it,” I grind out.
Obediently, she complies. Her hands shakily move to the hem and pull her dress the rest of the way up, flipping the material over her back and fully exposing her beautiful ass to me. I’m entranced. She’s round, luscious and so sweet. I want it, even though this is absolutely the wrong time.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper worshipfully.
“You think so?” she asks in a small voice.
“Sweetheart, I know so.”
She sighs with pleasure, and in the mirror, I can see that her eyes are closed as she takes deep breaths. There are so many glorious things I’d love to do to this girl.
I skim my hand over her ass and onto her thigh. My pants are working overtime keeping my erection from breaking through. Fuck! I’ve never been this hard in my life, it’s almost painful.
I run my fingers along the silky edge of her panties. She flinches but keeps her position on the wall.
“You’re drenched, sweetheart.”
“Am I?” she gasps.
Instead of responding, I pull her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the ground with a splat. Friday night was amazing, but I didn’t get a chance to see the ass that I was fucking.
I bring my hand to mouth before taking it to the crease in her bottom. I push my fingers through, finding her tight hole and lubricating it with my saliva.
“Oh my goodness!” Her breath hitches as she balls her fists against the wall. “Tanner, I …”
“Do you want me again?” She hesitates for a second.
“Yes,” she says softly.
That’s all I need to hear.
“Then you can have me.” Three of my digits have wormed their way into her asshole, stretching her out. She grunts as I softly finger her hole.
When she’s sufficiently ready, I remove my hand and go for my belt. Our eyes catch each other in the mirror. She watches me as I remove my pants, pulling them down along with my briefs. I guess this is her first time getting a good look at me too, given that the club was dark. Not a moment too soon because my cock springs out and smacks her in the ass. Her eyes go wide at the sight of me.
“Oh my god, you’re huge,” she gasps, eyes wide.
“I know, sweetheart, but you’ve already done this once before. You can take me again.”
She moans and nods, and as I hold my shaft and position it, Kylie doesn’t avert her gaze. She watches with avid eyes as I push myself into her.
“Oh!” Now, her lids flutter close. My head probes her entrance, doing its best to get inside of her. She’s still tight as sin.
“Kylie, remember you need to relax. It’ll go in easier this way.” To help things along, I lick my palm and lube my rod with sticky saliva. Meanwhile, she nods and takes a deep breath before pushing back against me. This time, she catches my head with her little brown hole, and I sink in just an inch.
“Mmm,” is her delighted moan as she throws her head back with pleasure. “More, Tanner.”
Oh god. She’s eating away at my control. I shouldn’t even be here, much less doing this to my would-be stepdaughter during my own engagement party.
Like that ever mattered.
I slowly bury myself deep inside of her, feelings the walls of her anus massage my shaft. Jesus, I’m not getting out of this unscathed because it feels too damn good. Slowly, I pull back out and find a rhythm that works for both of us. The sounds of slick sex fill up the tiny bathroom, punctuated by my grunts and her breathy moans.
“Tanner, don’t stop!” My name stounds so sweet on her lips. I want her screaming it as she comes, even if it raises the roof. I wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her a bit so I can finger her clit. Her back arches as I draw sensuous circles around her swollen bud.
I grind my pelvis into her enormous ass, feeling every glorious inch moving in and out of her.
“I’m going to…” Kylie trails off as her body contorts against mine. She squeals and then
jerks, her asshole dissolving into a series of hard convulsions. I come right after her, spilling violently into that sweet body. We both moan loudly as I hold her close, not an inch separating us.
Slowly, we recover. Oh shit. Her chest moves up and down as she catches her breath. Her hair is sticking to the sweat on her forehead, so I push it out of the way. Her eyes open up, and too my surprise, she smiles lazily at me.
I feel myself growing uncomfortable because I should be the one in charge. And yet, Kylie looks confident and at ease, while I’m a trembling mess. Slowly, I disentangle our bodies, and to my satisfaction, a huge glob of cum runs out of her ass before trailing down one thick thigh.
“Here sweetheart,” I say, handing her a paper towel.
She smiles again before taking it, and patting herself dry between her legs. Then, she pulls her panties back up and readjusts her dress.
Her big brown eyes look at me with questions and curiosity. Meanwhile, I’m still a mess.
“So, are we going to…?” She holds her breath expectantly. It’s not hard to see where she’s going. It’s not a conversation I want to have now or ever.
“I’m going to head back out to the lunch. You should wait a few minutes before following me.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you out there then.” The casual tone of her her voice unsettles me. Does she know something that I don’t? But I keep my expression blank. I can’t have Kylie getting any expectations because that’s when things start to get really complicated. Especially since she’s young and my future stepdaughter.
With a swift twist of the doorknob, I leave the bathroom and find my way back to the party. It’s still full of mindless chatter. I’m exhausted, and it’s not just from the adventure I just had. All these people are pretending to fawn over my upcoming marriage to Veronica, and their fakeness gets to me. Everyone knows this is her fourth marriage.
I take my seat next to Veronica. She’s giggling while sipping champagne, enjoying every second at the center of attention.
“Tanner, darling. You were gone for sooo long. Is everything okay?” Her hand rubs up and down my arm.
