Katie

I met Jenna when I was 30. She was four years older than me and had been on her own since she was 18. A frat boy had gotten her pregnant. She wanted the child, he didn’t. Unsurprisingly, he disappeared.

As for me, I’d come out of a relationship three years before. I was still recovering. Family gatherings, I discovered, are awkward when your former fiancé is married to your brother.

I tried to move on. I coped with the anger, hurt and betrayal by dating women I liked to at. This was by design. I’d raised defenses. My theory was that you can’t get hurt if you don’t care. It made me an asshole, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t work.

The wife of a co-worker had decided that I was her special project. She was going to save me from myself. Oh yeah, The office thought it was fucking hilarious.

I did not.

I repeatedly brushed off her subtle match making attempts. Finally, she thrust a name and number into my hand. “Call her,” she said with fierce insistence. I started to give my standard, “no thanks,” but she wasn’t having it. We were with the gang and quite drunk.

“All right,” I told her. I took the number. She gave me a menacing look until I said, “I promise to call her.” We then did a shot and the rest of the night was a blur.

I kept my word and called a few days later. We had a friendly chat, and made our plans. I liked her which made me a bit nervous. I decided that I would do this one right. It was going to be the perfect date. I meticulously planned it so that nothing could go wrong.

unfortunately, fate had different ideas.

The date was an absolute disaster. I was late, the restaurant didn’t have my reservation, and I just felt uncomfortable in my jacket and tie. It had nothing to do with Jenna; she’s a beautiful woman with dark blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and remained composed, warm and elegant.

Frankly, I knew that she was too beautiful and classy for the likes of me. I was impressed if not intimidated. She was raising a kid on her own while earning her Bachelor’s and Master’s degree. All of this while having a full time job.

It was strange- I was used to being the most impressive one at the table. I was fit, played sports, and was the go to guy for whenever my firm hit a snag. I was the golden boy.

My accomplishments seemed trivial when I looked into Jenna’s eyes. I was an awkward teen again. I blushed and commented on the most obvious things, as if i was making some profound observation. To cap it off, I spilled a glass of red wine. I was mortified as it poured into Jenna’s lap, staining her lovely lavender dress.

At the end of the night, I didn’t even try to kiss her. I walked her to the door and started to say, “Look, I’m really sorry-”

But Jenna cut me off. “Shut up. Kiss me,” she whispered. I’m not stupid. I obeyed. I expected it to be a soft, sweet kiss. I was correct at first. But then the kiss slowly built with passion and desire. It was becoming primal, as if we were starved for one another.

We continued, indifferent to the fact we were standing on her front porch. She felt me get hard and whispered, “Oh my.” I pulled her close. I’d never wanted anyone more than I wanted her.

We heard a car door slam behind us. We broke apart and straightened ourselves just as a girl rushed by. “Gross,” she said with disgust as she whisked by us. The door quickly opened and closed. Just like that, the blonde blur had disappeared.

Jenna blushed. “That’s my daughter Katie,” she said. “I’m going to catch an earful.” We both laughed. Jenna quietly explained that Katie was 16 and hated it whenever Jenna went on a date. “Why can’t she be like other teens and break curfew?” Jenna asked in a conspiratorial whisper.

“Kids…” I said awkwardly. Yeah, it was stupid. I was trying to arrange myself so that my hardon wasn’t so obvious.

Jenna caught me and gave me a wicked smile. “At least we’ll both be frustrated tonight.” I burst out laughing; both of us did. The awkwardness evaporated. Jenna looked me in the eye and said, “I’m going to be honest: The date sucked and you ruined my dress.”

“I’ll buy you a new one-” She raised her hand, and I shut up.

“On the other hand, I was told you were an arrogant prick. But you’re not. You’re something else.”

I needed to have a talk with the match maker. “What is that?”

“You’re a bit of a dork,” Jenna said. “And kind of cute.”

With uncertainty, I said, “Thank you?” I figured that I wasn’t going to get a second date. After this fiasco, I didnt blame her.

“You’re welcome,” Jenna said. She then surprised me by asking, “When are you going to ask me out again?”

“Pardon?” I said. I caught myself and asked, “Can I take you on another date. Next Friday?”

“No. Saturday,” Jenna countered. I had plans but would cancel. “This time, don’t try so hard. Relax. I like you and I can tell that you like me.” Her hand brushed against my still hard cock.

“Fair,” I said. I then realized I needed to be the man, and told her, “Wear some jeans. We’ll go to a bar I know. We’ll play some pool. I suck.”

“I suck too,” Jenna said coyly. i blushed a bit and laughed.

“I’d like to see that for myself.” This time, it was Jenna who blushed.

She then took my hand and pulled it up under the hem of her dress. I touched her panties, and they were wet. “I like you too.” I gave her a soft kiss and she went inside. I drove home, hard as steel.

I checked my phone as I undressed. i saw that Jenna had texted me: “I just came thinking about you. Want to see it for real. Gn.” Wow! I texted her back. I told her that I was about to do the same and that she would most definitely see, “it” for real.

The next date was great. We had a few drinks and played pool. I told her about my former fiancé and wreck of a love life. She told me about Katie and the one boyfriend she’d had. I discovered that we had a lot in common and realized I was falling in love. I pushed the thought aside. That was impossible.

I drove her home. Before I could kiss her, she invited me in. “What about Katie?” I asked. The kid wasn’t going to like me, and so I resolved to avoid her.

“Sleeping over at her friends.” That was good enough for me. We were soon inside.

Clothes flew off. We made love on the kitchen table, the couch and her bed. It was amazing. We teased each other and frankly, I have no idea how many times we came. It was that perfect mix of erotic, loving and passionate sex. We both understood that this was different.

The next morning, Jenna kissed me and told me to get dressed. Katie was on her way home. I hurriedly got up and gave her a long, lingering kiss. “Can I take you out again?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes, slapped my ass and said, “Go. I don’t want to get busted.”

#

We were soon a couple. I was around the house more and would sometimes spend the night. I did my best to befriend Katie, but she was unresponsive at best, but usually downright surly.

Jenna tried to talk to Katie, but the girl wasn’t having it. She hated me. Jenna and I were in love and talked marriage. We both wanted it.

Katie, on the other hand, did not. Whenever the topic was broached, there would be a fight. Doors would slam with shouting and tears.

I was tearing them apart. I suggested I back off, but Jenna said no. “It’s my life. I have a right to be happy.” I smiled and gave her the engagement ring I’d purchased months before. “You ass,” she said with tears welling in her eyes. “That’s the lamest proposal ever,” she said. “I love it.”

After that, there were no more fights. Katie became icy to me, but warmed up to her mom. Jenna explained that Katie decided that I didn’t exist. I was cool with that.

Neither of us wanted to make a big deal out of the wedding. We agreed on a quiet ceremony with just a few friends. Katie swore she wouldn’t go, but relented. She had just turned 18 that October and was still pretty fucking pissed. The girl was even more furious when I took her mom to Hawaii for a two week honeymoon, which by the way, was awesome.

I’d long stopped trying to make peace with the kid. Instead, I went the opposite route. When Katie pushed, I pushed back. Jenna tried to act angry, but failed. She’d laugh whenever Katie or I delivered a clever zinger.

The cycle was pretty standard: Katie would make a snide remark, I’d retaliate. It either continued or we’d ignore each other. We’d all then go to bed. Jenna and I would either cuddle or have sex. Correction: The cuddling always led to sex

, so same difference, right?

What was really cruel, I guess, was that Jenna just couldn’t control herself when we fucked, especially when I talked dirty to her. It was such a turn on to watch her petite body with C cup breasts bounce as she rode my cock while rubbing her clit.

I’d grab her hair and tell her what a naughty little slut she was. That would always make her moan loud. Jenna always thought that she was being quiet. But no, she wasn’t,especially after a glass or two of wine. One night, she lost it and shouted, “You’re cock feels so fucking good!” I was pretty sure the neighborhood heard that.

There was a spiteful part of me that enjoyed it. The house was big, but not that big. I’d smile a dark smile knowing that Katie could hear us fucking. I imagined her jaw clenching with irritation.

I know. That’s immature, but I’d reached the stage of, “Fuck you you spoiled little brat,” long ago. Needless to say, Katie would glare at me with hate in her eyes each morning. I’d just smile. She’d be off to college soon enough. Good ridda

As happens with relationships, Jenna and I slowly cooled off. We went from sex every day, to most days, to just two or three times a week. It wasn’t that our passion had cooled. We’d both been promoted, and often had opposite schedules.

Katie of course, noticed, and took delight in needling me. During her spring break from school, Katie was in the kitchen as I got coffee. Her mom had already left.

The girl, I couldn’t deny, was beautiful. She was a dishwater blondes like her mom. She had an athletic build, with large breasts. My experienced eye put her at a 34d, not that I tried checking her out.

With a smug look, Katie said, “Well handsome,”- her mom calls me that- “You must be starting to get a bit frustrated there.”

I gave her a cool look as we both sipped our coffee. I was annoyed because she was right. I came home after Jenna fell asleep. She was up and gone before I woke up. This had been going on for a month.

I know I shouldn’t have said it, but I did: “You must be too. Now you’ve got nothing to get off to.” To my surprise, she blushed. One thing that makes me good at my job is being able to read people. She really does get off to that, I thought with amazement.

“Fuck you you perv,” Katie said heatedly. She tried to regain the initiative by threatening, “I can’t wait to tell Mom what you said.”

“Go for it. She’ll love to know you get off to hearing us at night,” I countered. “That won’t be awkward at all.” Katie glared at me, then stormed off to her room. Point for me, I thought.

I did my best to get home early. I was going to jump Jenna her moan. But I got stuck at work again and came in close to midnight. Katie saw me, and called from the living room. “Mom’s asleep. Don’t wake her.” The smile on Katie’s face looked so innocent, but she knew. Point for you.

I didn’t say anything. I was angry and frustrated. I couldn’t sleep, so I got up to pour a drink. As I walked by Katie’s room, I heard something: the low sound of moaning. Is she playing? I thought. She was! I felt my cock stiffen a bit. I looked down, feeling betrayed. That’s not sexy! But no, it was. I should have kept moving, but my feet wouldn’t move. I was glued to the beautiful hardwood floor.

I heard Katie moan again, and my cock got harder. I then realized I was rubbing myself through my scrub pants. My stepdaughter was turning me on! What the fuck! I screamed in my head. My entire body was in rebellion. My hand, my feet and worst of all, my hard shaft.

But still, I didn’t move. I listened to her whimpers and sighs. My cock was out and I was stroking it. Damn it! I hadn’t been laid in ages and my balls were aching. And then I lost it as Katie rasped, “Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” Over and over again. She sounded just like Jenna.

The girl was cumming and so was I. My sperm shot out and went an impressive distance down the hallway. in a low tone exactly like Jenna, I knew she was cumming.

I am a pervert, I thought. Embarrassment and shame replaced the sexual desire. What the fuck is wrong with you? I hurried to the kitchen, grabbed some paper towels and returned to clean up the mess. Just as I was finishing, Katie’s door opened.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Katie for once, seemed confused, as opposed to her normal tone of addressing an idiot.

“Go back to bed. I spilled my drink,” I told her. Katie looked at me skeptically.

When I stood up, I looked at her. Katie just looked different. She really was stunning. in a different light. Katie was wearing a t-shirt that didn’t quite cover her ass. I wondered if she was wearing panties, and cursed myself for the thought.

The shirt was too small. Her ample breasts were straining against the fabric. I could make out the form of her nipples, and they looked hard.

Katie wasn’t petite like her mom, but had Had Jenna’s hair and eyes. Her curves were more obvious too. The two, I realized, could have passed for sisters. Oh good, I thought, Now you can justify yourself for being a creep. Lovely.

I noticed that Katie was looking at me funny. “What?” I asked. I watched her eyes move down to my crotch. My cock was growing again. Checking my step daughter out might have been a bad idea. I was mortified.

“Wait, did you…” her voice trailed off. “Oh my God, you did,” she whispered. “You heard me.”

“What? No. What are you talking about?” I said unconvincingly. I then took the paper towel filled with my semen and threw it away. When I came back, intending to go back to bed, Katie was still standing in the doorway. If anything, her nipples were harder. I caught myself looking, but not before she did. her nipples still hard.

Katie smiled at me. It was genuine. There was no disdain, which made me nervous. “What?” I asked defensively.

“Nothing,” Katie said, her tone now one I’d never heard before. It sounded sultry. My cock refused to behave and got harder. “Glad I didn’t put my panties back on. I need a second round. Feel free to listen.” I looked at her skeptically, but my cock continued to get harder. “Don’t believe me?” I didn’t.

Katie then quickly lifted up her shirt. I saw her naked ass; now I believed her. The door closed. I then heard her moan louder than she had earlier. My cock was fully hard. I wanted to stay, but common sense prevailed. I retreated to bed and had a restless night trying to sleep. What the fuck just happened?

#

After that, something was very different. Hell, everything was different. Before, I’d just seen Katie as a surly teen looking for a fight. Peaceful coexistence was the best I could hope for.

But now, I couldn’t unsee her hard nipples and tight round ass. I couldn’t forget the thought of her rubbing her pussy, of her doing it knowing that I could hear. To make matters worse, she took to wearing thin tight shirts and only panties that week.

But it wasn’t just her breasts that caught my attention. Her thin, angular face with high cheekbones, matched with the dirty blonde hair was just sexy. She didn’t look like a fashion model. No, Katie was that cute all American girl from next door.

Like her mom and I, Katie was athletic. Her mom was faster, but damn it, both were sexy when they came back from a run.

With that said, My relationship with Jenna was solid. I loved her and she loved me. Work continued to get in the way, but neither of us ever gave up. The frequency continued to drop and we were both frustrated.

And of course, Katie noticed. Even though I thought she was sexy, we continued to wage our cold war. But then again, that changed too. It evolved from open hostility to us making fun of one another. “Did you have to clean up the hall again last night?” She asked one morning. There had been no moans or squeaking coming from the bedroom in days.

“No,” i shot back with a pleasant smile. “I was trying to fall asleep but the moans from your room kept me awake. You might have a ghost.” I knew I score a point as Katie blushed.

My victory was short-lived. I felt my cock stiffen a little. I couldn’t ignore the tight thin pink shirt or the outline of her nipples. Look away, I told myself. But I didn’t. And don’t get hard. But I was. Katie glanced at the bulge and quietly laughed. Point for her.

My phone dinged, and I checked it. Jenna had messaged me: “I love you baby. I’ll take care of you tonight. I’ll stay up for you. I promise.” I smiled, feeling hopeful.

Katie noticed my goofy grin. “Don’t get your hopes up handsome,” she said. I gave her a hard look. “It’s not my fault! You know I’m right. We’re like twins. I mean c’mon, we’re on our own.”

The girl was grinning wickedly. I continued to glare but suspected that she was right. That knowledge didn’t help. Katie left. She showered and was now dressed for school.

“I’m off,” she told me. I didn’t answer, but raised my coffee mug to her. At the door she stopped and looked at me. “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ireplied. But I did.

Katie’s smile grew absolutely devious. She set her backpack down. “Maybe this will help you later.” The girl was wearing a sleeveless dark blue dress that went to her knees. To my shock, she lifted up the hem and flashed her ass. She was wearing a black thong.

“Katie!” I said, trying to sound like a disciplinarian, but she didn’t buy it.

“You like it. Don’t lie,” She replied. The girl was right. I did.

I tried to play it off and said, “Whatever. Maybe I would if you weren’t wearing anything under.” Katie paused and looked at me as if she were in deep thought. “Go,” I said. “You’ll be late.” But then, in one swift move, she reached under her dress with both hands, pulled off her panties and threw them at me.

I caught them. “If you use them, just toss them in my hamper.” I didn’t know what to say. My cock stiffened more. Katie watched, and laughed. She lifted her pack and opened the door. Before stepping through, the girl said, “You know, fucking with you is more fun than hating you. Bye perv.” The door closed.

I could feel myself blush, feeling embarrassed and bemused. I really was a perv. I preferred it when we just hated each other. But it was my fault, I guess. I’d started it. I’d made Jenna moan. I never tried to quiet her.At the time, I thought it was just embarrassing to Katie. The truth, it now occurred to me, was that she’d been teased as bad as she was teasing me.

“Payback’s a bitch,” I whispered. I then noticed that the crotch of her panties felt a little damp. Shed gotten herself horny while teasing me. I couldn’t help but to smile. That was a game changer.

My balls ached. I checked the time. There was no time. I tossed the underwear in the hamper. As I commuted in, Jenna and Katie competed for my attention, for my dirty thoughts. Concentrating was going to be difficult.

I threw myself into my work and kept both women out of my mind. A late afternoon emergency kept me at the office. I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t get laid.

When I got home, Katie was still in her blue dress. She was sitting on the couch, her feet under her, watching something on Netflix. “You’re home kind of late,” she observed.

“Busy day,” I told her.

“It’s too bad. Mom tried to wait up, but passed out an hour ago.”

“Yeah,” I said. I opened a beer and sat in the love seat, which was at a 90 degree angle to Katie.

“I guess you must still be feeling it,” Katie said, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

I was about to deny it, but then I remembered: the way to deal with her was to meet force with force. “Who says I didn’t take care of it?”

“You didn’t,” Katie said confidently. “I checked the hamper.”

“You have more than one pair of panties,” I observed confidently.

“Bullshit,” the girl said, not sounding as confident.

“I like the satin ones,” I said, bluffining. I had no idea what was in her underwear drawer. Katie’s mocking look disappeared. She believed me, so I pressed home the attack: “Oh yeah, right after you left, I took off all my clothes, and rubbed my thick hard cock with your soft satin panties. It felt amazing.”

“You didn’t,” Katie whispered, staring at me, her face starting to flush. I guessed she’d removed her bra since I could see her nipples were now pressing against the dress.

I only enjoyed the victory for a moment. I succeeded in making her horny, but now, so was I. My cock was growing hard. I didn’t bother to hide it. There was no point. Her eyes were locked on to my bulge.

“Oh, but I did,” I said, my voice low. “Want to know what I was thinking about?” Katie didn’t answer, her mouth slightly open. Her hand was slowly rubbing her leg through the fabric of the dress. I don’t even think she noticed, but it was getting dangerously close to her pussy.

I should have stopped there. I could have laughed and told her I got her. But I didn’t. Actually, I couldn’t. I was losses in the moment and continued: “I was thinking about you. The way you moaned when I listened that night. The way you took off your panties this morning. I thought of you rubbing your clit and cumming, thinking of my cock.”

Katie didn’t say anything. I was mesmerized as her hand kept sliding closerto her pussy. Was she going to touch herself in front of me? My cock was straining against my pants. “You really did,” she breathed. I nodded. “Holy fuck,” she whispered. And then just before her hand reached her pussy, she caught herself. “Fuck,” she said, and then popped up, walked by me in a hurry and went to her room. I heard the door close.

I couldn’t help but to smile. “Fire with fire,” I said to myself. I was very turned on, but figured I should just pour a drink and relax. I’d won. That was good enough.

But then the devil on my shoulder said, “Do it.’ The angel apparently agreed, so I walked down the hall. I didn’t even try to be quiet. I stopped in front of Katie’s room and listened. I thought I could hear soft moans as I approached. When I stopped, so did Katie.

Fuck, I thought. I wanted her to cum. I was about to move on and cum myself, but then Katie started to moan again, except now it was louder. She knew I was listening and it turned her on.

I couldn’t resist. I rubbed my cock through my pants as I heard her whimper and say, “Fuck! Oh fuck! So good!” I wanted to pull my cock out, but there was just no way to do it without making a quick getaway. I then heard her give a long low moan, just like Jenna. She’d

That was amazing. I could hear Katie breathing heavily as I continued down the hall to the master. I wanted to cum, but damn it, I was tired. I fell asleep. I woke when Jenna kissed me good morning and goodbye.

I was rock hard. I kicked off my boxers stripped and began to stroke my cock. It felt so good that I groaned a bit. I thought I heard something and looked at the door. The hallway light was on while my room remained dark. I could see her blocking some of the light.

I smiled. Katie was doing what I’d done. What can I say? That turned me on. Fuck it, I thought. I groaned louder and then, to really get to her, I said fairly loud, “Oh Katie.”

That got to her. I heard her shift in the hallway. I wondered if she was horny and rubbing her pussy. Either way, it didn’t matter: I started to imagine she was, and soon came. It hit my chest and arm. As I lay there, I saw the shadow behind the door disappear. Who won? I wondered. I then decided that we both had.

After cleaning up, I changed into more comfortable clothes. Katie’s door was closed. I knocked on it and asked, “Do you want some breakfast?”

“That’d be great,” Katie called back. The angry girl was gone; so was the one who mocked me. Her voice sounded cheerful- a first. I’d put on a T-shirt and thin shorts. I wasn’t done teasing her just yet. I mean, we weren’t going to fuck, right? She was my step daughter. But walking it to the edge was kind of fun.

When Katie came into the kitchen, I saw that she must have had the same idea. She was wearing another old shirt that was too tight and just barely covered her ass. It might have fit her in the sixth grade, but I doubted it.

There were holes in various spots. Her large breasts strained against the worn cotton. Game on, I thought. Neither of us spoke about what had just happened- because it kind of didn’t- as I finished scrambling the eggs. “Thank you,” she said as she reached by me for her plate. I felt her breasts brush against my back. “Oops,” she said. I laughed.

“What?” Katie asked innocently, her nipples having grown hard again.

“Nothing,” I said. Yup. Game on.

We ate at the dining room table. We listened to the news. She then asked if I’d be working late again. “I’m sorry,” Katie said, meaning it.

“I appreciate that,” I told her. It was almost 7. “I guess we should get moving.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. I stood and noticed that she was sitting like she often does- with one leg under her. It always struck me as uncomfortable, but I’d never paid it any attention. That is, until now.

I truly believe this was an accident. Without realizing it, the shirt rode up. From where I stood, I could see her shaved pussy. It looked so soft and pretty. I wanted to taste her, to touch.

“Did you hear me?” Katie asked. No, I had not. She looked at me curiously. Her eyes went to my boxers. It looked like a circus tent. She then saw where my eyes were looking. “Shit!” She cried out. “I’m sorry, that was an accident!” The girl was blushing a bright red as she pulled her legs together.

“I don’t think I mind,” I whispered. The words came out before I could stop them.

There was a long silence. I stood like a statue, still stunned, still hard.

“You liked seeing?” Katie finally asked. I shook my head, trying to say that I couldn’t answer that. But Katie knew. With casual ease, she said, “we’ve got time for another cup,of coffee as she put her leg back under her ass.

I looked at her. The girl was so fucking sexy. I wanted to throw her on the table and fuck her. But instead, without shifting my gaze, I took her empty cup.

When I returned, Katie said, “Im really enjoying having coffee with you.” Her smile was seductive. She’d pushed the shirt up a bit. I could see everything.

“Im enjoying it, too,” I said as I sat. I pushed my chair back enough so that I could still see. I started to rub my cock, then stopped. Too far, I thought.

“Don’t,” Katie immediately implored. “Please?” I nodded, and rubbed my aching cock through my boxers. I think I gasps as I watched her fingers slide over her pussy and rub her clit. “Can you see how wet I am?” She asked breathily. I could. She slid a finger into her pussy and gasped.

“That’s…” my voice trailed off, as I watched her fingers caress the folds of her wet, smooth pussy.

“Can I see?”

I looked at Katie. “You really want to?”

Katie slipped another finger inside. She was panting a bit. “Yesss,” she breathed.

Fuck it, I thought. I lifted the waistband of my boxers and pulled the material down. My cock was rock hard, glistening with precum. Katie gave an excited whimper as I began to stroke it. Her shirt had come up above her hips. She now had two fingers in her pussy and was leaning back. With her left hand she was rubbing her clit, as I stroked harder and faster. “You like that,” I whispered.

“Uh huh,” she moaned. “Fucking love it.” We were watching each other, our eyes occasionally locking, but for the most part, my eyes were on her wet pussy, hers on my cock.

“Can you cum baby?” I asked gently.

“Close…”

“Me too,” I whispered. “Tell me when.”

Katie nodded as she rubbed her clit, going faster and harder. Her cunt was so beautiful- Like Jenna’s, I thought. Lust overcame my guilt. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

But no. That was never going to happen.

Katie gasped and grew rigid. I knew she was cumming. She moaned, “fuck,” over and over.

That set me off. I groaned as my cock exploded, sending a stream of cum onto my belly. Katie moaned, as she came again from watching me. I wish guys could do that.

We were both breathing heavily. I was sweaty. Katie was breathing heavily but calming down. She didn’t bother pulling down her shirt. I didn’t bother putting my half hard cock away. I think we both enjoyed seeing the other like this. We were so intimately close but still far enough apart to pretend that this wasn’t, “too far.” We’d crossed a line for sure, but not that line.

“That was unexpected,” I said.

“Very,” Katie said, rubbing her pussy a bit. I could feel my cock getting harder. “I really didn’t mean to…”

“I know. I should have just let you just-”

“No. I loved it.”

“I did too,” I admitted, the words rushed. “We’re not-”

“Definitely not-”

“Because you know-”

“Unless you wanted to,” Katie said, which stopped me.

“You want to?” I asked.

“Only if you do,” she said, a bit embarrassed.

“I’m not opposed,” I admitted. It was getting late. “Maybe tonight,” I added. Shit. I was escalating. The girl smiled. We both got ready and hurried out the door.

Even for me, I was late getting home. The house was dark. I noticed the light was on in Katie’s room. I lightly knocked. I felt like I owed her an apology, which yes, is all kinds of fucked up. I thought I heard her say, “Come in.”

I opened the door. I thought I was done being surprised, but no, Katie got me again. She was naked, rubbing her clit quite fast. I could hear how wet she was and she didn’t stop. “Katie…” I whispered.

“Close the door,” she whispered. I stepped in and shut it. “I’m so fucking horny,” she whined. My cock was aching now.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, my voice sounding almost like a growl.

“You fucking me.”

I loved that. I was rubbing my cock through my trousers. I was so tempted. I wanted to take her, to fuck her. But I was good, I resisted. Correction, I could have been much worse. “Are you a good girl?” I asked in a whisper.

“I am daddy,”she moaned. The, “daddy,” surprised me. I wasn’t her father or dad. That was one of the few things we agreed on. And yes, I know I’m going to hell because I liked it.

“Be a good girl and cum for me.”

“Yes daddy.” Fuck! Why did I like that? Something was wrong with me, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to cum. I told her to imagine different things.

I’m licking your pussy. You’re sucking my cock. Im fucking your sexy pussy from behind. You feel so tight. Rub your clit as you ride my cock…

This lasted a few minutes. She grabbed a pillow and covered her face, and let out a loud moan as she came. “Fuck,” I whispered. “You are such a good girl.”

“Will you kiss me goodnight?” She asked sweetly.

No! I shouted in my head. “Of course.” I walked over and kissed her forehead. She wrapped her arms around me, trying to kiss my lips. I resisted, so she kissed my neck. Damn, it felt good. I pulled away. “Goodnight.” I then closed the door.

When I entered the bedroom, Jenna turned on the light. “Did you just get home?” She asked.

“Yes,” I said, which was mostly true. “What are you doing up?”

“Katie-” Jenna stopped. “She isn’t trying to kill you is she?” I shook my head, obviously confused. “It’s just the three of us are rarely together.”

“We are getting along,” I assured her. “So why are you awake?”

“Well,” Jenna said. “I’m horny. I think I heard Katie masturbating- she’s pretty loud by the way. Have you noticed?” With a straight face I shook my head. Jenna then pulled me close, undid my trousers and said, “It’s been too long. Fuck me baby. It’s been too long.”

I will always remember this as one of the best days of my life.

#

The next morning, Jenna jumped out of bed, hopped in the shower, gave me a kiss and was out the door before 6am. I didn’t need to be in until noon due to training seminars. I hated them and opted to burn half a sick day.

As a senior with just a few weeks left of school, Katie was in a similar situation. So long as she showed her face, she’d be counted as present- or so Katie said. It wasn’t like I’d double check. She had already been accepted to a pretty good school, so Jenna was happy.

Speaking of Jenna, she’d been a maniac the night before. Apparently Jenna had needed me as much as I had been needing her.

I was certain Katie heard us. I wondered if things were going to be weird. The evolution of our relationship had been odd. After making love to Jenna, I knew that Katie and I couldn’t continue. It was reckless, dangerous and potentially hurtful.

I felt good about my decision. Katie would understand.

I got up and made coffee. I pulled out my tablet and watched some news clips on YouTube. “Well that’s lovely,” I whispered after listening to the latest scandal.

“What’s lovely?” Katie asked, causing me to jump. “Do you mean me?” She struck an angelic pose. This was belied by her choice of clothes. She was wearing one of my work shirts, with just the bottom part buttoned.

I started to ask, but stopped myself. It didn’t matter. “Good morning,” I said. “Why are you up?”

“Somebody was very loud last night,” Katie said drily. “I had trouble calming down.”

“I see,” I said, resisting my desire to drink her in. “Sorry about that.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” she replied as she hopped up on to the counter. She was close, just on the edge of my peripheral vision. Her legs occasionally rubbed against me. I ignored her, or at the least, gave that impression.

After a bit, Katie asked, “Can you-”

I cut her off. “No.” She pouted a little, which honestly, was cute. She pointed out I didn’t know what she was going to say. I didn’t care, she then playfully begged until I caved. “Fine. What did you want to ask.”

“Can you tell me what you think of my outfit?”

“It’s nice,” I said without turning.

“You haven’t looked,” Katie pointed out. I sighed and focused on her. I could see the whole of her right boob. “What?” She asked. “You’ve seen everything already.” The girl did have a point.

I scooched my chair to the right. “Oh, come on,” I said, trying to sound annoyed. But I failed. Her legs were parted and of course she wasn’t wearing panties. I could have easily run my finger across her pussy lips.

“Now what?” Katie asked. “You want me completely dressed?”

“Yes.”

“But you like seeing me naked?”

I hesitated. “Yes.” She gave me a triumphant smile. I had to put a stop to this.”Look,” I said, trying to sound mature, “You can’t dress like this. What happened yesterday was a mistake.”

“He doesn’t seem to agree,” Katie said, pointing at my crotch. I didn’t have to look. I knew that I was getting hard. Before I could argue, Katie said, “By the way, listening to you fuck mom last night made me so fucking wet. I came at least four more times.”

“That seems wrong,” I whispered.

“I know, right?” Katie said. “Why did that make my pussy so wet?” She then reached down and touched. “Fuck. Just talking about it is making me wet.”

“Katie…”

“And look at you!” Now I did look down. My cock was fully erect.

“Fuck me,” I said to myself in annoyance.

I should have chosen my words more carefully. “Right now?” She asked. “Okay, pull him out.”

“I love your Mom,” I said.

“Duh. I love her too.”

“So we can’t do this.”

“Why?” Katie asked. “Do you not love mom because of last night?” Katie answered for me: “Of course not.” She continued and asked, “Do I not love mom because of last night? No, that’s stupid.”

“That’s beside the point,” I argued. Katie took a sip of coffee as her legs parted wider. I could see the gentle folds and the soft pink lips of her pussy. The hint of wetness glistened in the kitchen light.

My cock staged a coup, overthrew all common sense.

“No it’s not. If I was trying to steal you from her, that’d be one thing,” Katie argued. “But I’m not. You have a really nice cock, I know you like my pussy and boobs, and we’re both horny as fuck.”

“Really?” I asked, a bit surprised. Oddly, in this surreal conversation, that’s what caught my attention.

“Yeah, like I need to get off twice a day at least or I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

“I thought that was just guys,” I said.

“Dude, were you born in the fifties? I watch porn all the time. If you see anything kind of straight and hard,” Katie said, “guess where that’s been!”

“You’ve got to be joking,” I said. I was now staring at her pussy. She was rubbing it a little. I then found myself rubbing my cock. I made no attempt to stop myself.

“Yes, but only a little. I watch porn, but actually just use my hairbrush,” Katie said. “The handle,” she clarified.

I’d pulled my cock out and was stroking it as I watched Katie slide one, then two fingers into her pussy. “I don’t know,” I whispered. My hand and cock apparently did.

“Did you think of me while fucking mom?” Katie asked, her fingers going a little harder, my hand going faster to match her rhythm.

Yes, of course I had. Part of me wanted to deny it. Another part wanted me to exaggerate. I should just tell the truth, which was that I thought of her at random moments. It was sexy, to be sure, but I wanted to drive the girl insane.

“I imagined I was fucking you,” I said in a low hungry tone. “I imagined how tight and wet you were as you pulled into you.”

Katie started to go faste. In a halting gait, she asked, “You… Thought… of me?” She was breathing heavily making her breast sway and dance.

“Of filling your pussy,” I said I pressed on in a low sexy voice. What are you doing!?

“Of… fucking my… tight cunt,” I nodded slowly. Katie then gave out a long moan. She was cumming and that set me off. Cum poured from my cock. Katie watch in fascination. “Was that for me.

“Oh yes,” I said. There was no embellishment this time.

As we wiped ourselves off, Katie asked, “so handsome, do you love mom any less?”

“No,” I conceded.

“So I’m right,” She said. “Admit it.”

“You’re right,” I told her. I put my cock back into my scrubs and asked, “Are you going to get dressed now?”

“Nope,” She said, giggling as she left the kitchen. Of course not. I was flummoxed and losing control.

I sat at the kitchen table for a bit. I cleared my head and smacked myself in the balls for getting hard. “Ouch,” I whispered to myself. The whack had been a good one. It took me a second to recover. This had to stop, like seriously.

Once the nausea passed, I walked down the hallway. She’s asleep, I thought. You know why? Because I’m an idiot. That’s why.

Katie’s door was open, a rarity. I peeked in. The small lamp by her bed was on. And of course, Katie was awake, which was good. She was also naked, playing with her phone and rubbing her clit, which was bad. And of course, my cock started to get hard, which was much worse.

I decided to ignore it as best I could. Katie and I needed to talk. “Sweetheart,” I said, getting her attention.

“Hey,” she said, putting the phone down, but continuing to rub her clit.

“Katie we can’t do this. There’s just no way.”

She rolled her eyes. “We talked about it. Besides, you’re getting hard again. If you see me playing you just can’t resist.” The girl was right. I didn’t know what to say. “But I want more.”

“More? Like playing?”

“No…” Katie’s voice trailed off. I looked at her curiously. It was kind of hard to concentrate with one hand caressing her large pink nipples, while the other slowly swirled around her clit. “Fuck, I need to cum again,” She said.