Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

[AngelEyes1994]

Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

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Julie had barely fallen asleep when she heard the smoke detector in the hallway begin screaming its warning. She popped up straight in her bed, quickly understood what was happening, and jumped out from under the covers to don her robe. She had expected thick gray smoke and flames licking the walls, the result of too many Hollywood tragedy movies. But the smoke alarm had worked as designed, and when Julie emerged into the hallway she found the doily on the lamp table at the end of the hall barely smoking.

Heavy, fast moving foot falls rushed up the stair way, and a moment later Julie's step father was snuffing out the burning cloth. He reassured her that all was good, then directed Julie to hurry down stairs and tell the others that all was well. He gave her a hard look as she passed and growled, "Send your mother up."

"Yes, Daddy," she said. Downstairs, Julie found her mother in the hallway, clutching her 8 year old half-brother whose face was filled with fear. Julie dropped to her knees and took Billy into her arms. "It's okay Billy Bear. There's no fire. The, um ... batteries were dead. Remember...? How it beeps sometimes when the--"

She stopped her protective lie when the boy nodded. She told him she would take him back to bed, then rose to her feet and said with an accusatory tone, "Dad wants to see you ... upstairs."

She turned away and took Billy to his bed. Even before she had him tucked in, she could here the adults arguing loudly. Julie felt a bit sorry for her mom, who had been through a lot in the past few years: losing her job, losing half a million dollars in bad real estate investments, then finding she had cancer, which was now in remission.

But she also felt a bit sorry for her step father. He had been there for his wife all this time, standing with her and even taking a demotion at work to be home more, only to find out that for nearly three years, his wife had been having an affair with a neighbor down the road. Julie had tried to stay out of the domestic dispute, choosing not to take sides. She loved them both too much to gang up on one and abandon the other.

With her brother settled, Julie headed back out into the hallway and looked up to the top of the stairs where the two were continuing to argue about responsibility and respect and other key words that had been at the heart of their recent troubles. To her left, a quick flash of light caught Julie's attention. She looked into her father's den to his laptop, sitting in the middle of his desk and--

Her eyes widened with shocked recognition. The graphics on the screen were familiar, and the realization of which web site they were designed for caused Julie's heart to skip a beat. She looked up to the top of the stairs again and saw no end in sight for the quiet but tense argument. She hurried into the den and up to the computer and--

"Oh God!"

She was right, even though she had hoped she was not. Her step father was on an erotic literature site called Literotica! But he was not on it as just a Guest. Her step father had an ID, too, which meant that he likely had been on the sight many times before.

She looked to the door and listened for a moment, and finding the coast clear, she began reading the page that was currently up on the screen. The thread title was "What Is Your Greatest Fantasy?", and as she scrolled up the page, Julie found post after post about sexual fantasies that ran the gambit. The posts did not particularly surprise Julie: she was no stranger to sexual internet content, and there was nothing here that was terribly new or unknown to her.

That was when she found a post by her step father. As she read it, her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open.



"He wants to have sex with me!"

Julie's best friend stared at her with little show of emotion. Julie had texted Sally that night and demanded that she come to school early for what she called A life or death emergency. Sally snorted, saying, "Well, of course he does. You're a babe, and you're 18, and he's a dirty old man. Every father--"

"Step-father," Julie interrupted.

The friend shook her head lightly. "What ever! Every man fantasizes about fucking every good looking woman or girl he ever sees, even if she's his daughter--"

"Step-daughter!"

"What ever!. It's just human nature to fantasize--"

"No!" Julie cut in. "NO! I mean he really wants to fuck me. I read the posts--"

"Fantasy!"

"NO! Did you hear me? I said posts!"

Some of the cross country team members hurried by on their morning run. When the two were alone again, Julie explained, "After dad went to work this morning, I logged into his account and--"

"You went onto his computer again?"

"Of course not," Julie said. "I used mine."

She explained that her step father used the same password for all his accounts -- electric bill, insurance, Netflix, etc. -- with the current year on the end. "I heard him telling that to my mom once when she needed to check the bank account balance.

"I waited until they were both in bed, mom and dad, then logged into his account and read all of his posts--"

"All of them?"

Julie laughed. "All of them, all eighty-eight of them."

"What else did he write about?"

Julie's eyes widened and her mouth fell open for a moment as if to emphasize her extreme shock. "It was all about me! All of them!

She reached into her backpack and ripped out a dozen sheets of paper, handing them to her friend. They were print screens of various threads, with titles such as "Who Is Your Fantasy Girl" or "The Greatest Ass You Ever Saw" or "Incest is Best" or "If you were on a desert island, who would you want with you".

Julie gave her friend a moment to read the posts from her step father, which she had circled with a high lighter. And as Sally read, her eyes and mouth fell open, too. "My god..."

"I know!" After Sally read some more, Julie asked "What am I going to do about this?"

Sally looked up with a surprised expression. "What do you mean what am I going to do about this?"

Julie stated with slow and deliberate emphasis, "My step father wants to have sex with me!"

"You think he wants to have sex with you," Sally corrected. She flashed the pages to her friend and reminded her, "It's fantasy! You can't convict him of being a pervert on this."

Julie considered her friend's statement, then said, "I have to find out whether this is real or fantasy!"

"Then do it."

"How?"

"Log on," Sally said with a smile. She turned the pages around again and pointed to the step father's ID. "You know who he is ... but he doesn't know who you will be."

"Will be?"

"After you sign up and start chatting with him."

Sally stared at her friend with a sly smirk until, finally, Julie's lips spread in a wide smile as well. She rose up a bit taller and said, "Fine."

 

[Silvert0ngue]

Years of being a fire fighter had honed his reflexes and prepared him for moments just like this one. He had been working for only an hour or two when the smoke detector’s alarm screeched the warning of impending doom. His wife had thought him out of his mind when he had insisted that they put in extra smoke detectors. Yet it had paid off this night; a fact he was planning to bring up to her later when he reamed her ass about setting the house on fire! Not even bothering with a shirt his hard footfalls had him out of bed and into the hall. Fucking candles, AGAIN! He didn’t even bother getting anything to protect his hand, the callouses of working with his hands all his life were more than sufficient for the few embers that had singed his wife’s doily. A quick Whap and the fire had been extinguished.

He stood up and snuffed out the candle just as he caught sight of his step daughter surveying the scene. He was glad the illumination had been low, he didn’t really feel like she needed to see him in nothing but a pair of lose fitting shorts. It wasn’t like he was hard, but seeing her in nothing but a slim robe certainly made that a serious possibility. That threat, on top of his surging adrenaline made his normally warm gaze steel as he growled out “Send your mother up.” There was a very hard NOW implied there.

She spoke softly in return ‘Yes Daddy’ and he felt his anger fizzle. She was a good girl and didn’t deserve that. Not to mention the way she said that sent goose bumps racing down the back of his neck. So as she went down stairs to do as he told her he called back. “Thank you darlin’”

That little hint of a drawl had been what her mother had first noticed about him when they met. He remembered how much she loved to hear him growl in her ear, as he was plunging deep into her. The sex had been fantastic, and they had such a spark that it didn’t take long for them to start living together. It was then that he fell in love with her kids and the idea of marriage really cemented itself in his head. He had never been married, he had been the wild roaming type most of his life. Truly he had been about to move on when he met Julie’s mother. She had roped him in and they had made a real life together.

Then she got cancer and it all changed. He put all of his needs aside for her when the diagnosis came. He stopped running into burning buildings for one, the thing he had a real passion for. He started driving the pumper tanker instead. It just wasn’t the same thing as having the flames rolling over your head, death hovering just above your head and spitting in his face. He had done this and more for the ungrateful wretch and she ended up fucking one of his best friends.

After the cancer diagnosis she took it as a reason to just let him do everything. He helped the kids with their homework, she didn’t go back to work, barely did any of the cleaning, or cooking. If it had not been for the kids he might have just walked out. Then again that led to a strange complication of its own.

Julie had been a total superstar when her mother was sick. She stepped up to help around the house as much as she could, even stepped up in doing the shopping and the coupon clipping. He hated that crap, and with his demotion and her not having a job they were barely out of the red. They bonded and she had really seemed to have a soft spot for the older man, and he did for her. That much was apparent when his feelings for her became something less… normal.

He had forgotten that his computer was open and on and when Julie escorted her brother to bed he snatched his wife by the arm and dragged her into their bedroom. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?” He growled. “How many times you gotta nearly burn the house down before this shit stops?”

Her tone was ice, so were her eyes. Now that her secret was out she had even stopped pretending to care about him. Honestly he thought she was trying to push him out the door, and it was working. “I forgot about it Johnathan. I was busy.”

“Busy?” His voice was like the sound of a blade being slid out of the sheath. “While you were busy phone fucking another man the house was on fire. I don’t care if you don’t love me, but show some respect for the kids sake, and some responsibility wouldn’t hurt either.”

“Don’t speak to me that way. I will not tolerate it in my house. If you keep that up than you can just-“

“Just what Janice? Want me to leave? You want to explain to the kids how you chased away the second father figure of their life? Or better yet how you can’t pay the bills now that you completely froze me out. No, the house may be in your name, but remember that I pay the bills. A snap of my fingers and the kids are mine, the house is mine and you are out on your ass, which happens to be surrendering the fight to gravity by the way.”

Yeah he was being nasty now, she had pushed him too far, but he had her in a corner. By not filing for divorce, he was sitting on a time bomb that he could detonate any time he wished.

She realized it too. She had overstepped and now she was trying to save the situation. She put both hands on his broad, bare shoulders, and worked them down his chest. Dragging her nails lower as she peered up into his eyes. “Listen. I’m sorry. You know the chemo messed me up, sometimes I forget just how important you are to this family and that is my fault. Let me make it up to you?” She cooed quietly, her hand slipping over his shorts. His manhood quickly jerked to life despite his rage. It had been so long since she had touched him, and now she was using it as a weapon.

He jerked back from her, his face contorted in anger. “You have nothing to offer me anymore. Get out. I’m going to bed. Tomorrow I am throwing out every candle in the house.”

“Oh? Nothing you say? Someone doesn’t think so.” She closed the distance, closing her lips around his earlobe. He sprang to full hardness as she moaned into his ears. “Want me to suck you off? We could play like we used too. Remember how I used to get you off with just one word? Well it was more two. Please, Daddy?”

He growled, this time it wasn’t rage. Every nerve ending in his entire body lit on fire, and his length twitched violently. He had to clench his muscles to keep from having an orgasm on the spot. He pushed her away, this time it didn’t have the anger in it anymore.

She giggled and turned on her heels, strolling out of the room, like the cat who caught the canary.

He slammed the door behind her, and ripped off his clothing. He turned on the shower and stood under the water. Violently he moved his hand up and down his hardened erection. It only took seconds and he spilled his hot seed hard, to the point where his knees almost buckled. ‘Please, Daddy?” playing over and over in his head, but it wasn’t her voice saying those words; it was Julies.
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The next day he was in a dark mood all day, the rest of the crew could feel it, though one of the probies was stupid enough to make a smart ass comment about him being ‘full of drama’ and he spent the rest of the shift cleaning the extra large oven with a tooth brush.

Right before he left for home he turned on his phone and scrolled through the familiar blue bars of literotica. He found one of the threats he posted in every once in a while 'What phrases do you like to hear during sex?' He added to the long list of phrases "Please, Daddy? Cum on my tits!" He was hoping the post would be cathartic, and for the moment it was. He got in his truck and made his way home.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Please, Daddy? Cum on my tits!"

Julie looked up from her phone after reading her step father's most recent post, her eyes wide and mouth dropped open. "Oh ... my ... GOD!"

"Seriously?" Sally asked cynically. "Richie does that to me at least once a weekend--"

"But Richie's your boyfriend!" Julie mocked her, "And he's not your dad!"

"Listen, you still don't know he's doing anything more than fantasizing about you. Hell! It might not even be about you. Maybe it's about your mom, you know ... like 'Who's your daddy?, you know?"

Julie was already typing into her phone, ignoring her friend, certain that her dad was a freak.

"What are you writing?" Sally asked, leaning as if trying to see the screen. "Are you posting a reply to his post?"

Julie did not answer, instead continuing to tap away.

"Oh!" Sally chimed in again excited. "What screen name did you choose?"

Julie turned the phone around and slid it across the lunch room table to her friend.

"MagicLips1998?" Sally laughed. "What the hell?"

"Magic lips, like ... for blow jobs," Julie said, justifying her choice. "And 1998, the year I was born. That should tempt him by giving the impression that I am only 18."

"You are only 18."

Julie shrugged, laughing. "See...? It's already working." She jabbed a finger at the phone, saying, "Read it."

"'I am curious...'" Sally began, "'...about whether you only fantasize about your daughter'--" She stopped to point out, "Step daughter."

"I may only be his step daughter, but in the posts he calls me his daughter. That's even worse!"

Sally continued, "'...whether you only fantasize about your daughter or whether you had actually tried to fuck her.' Crude, but I get the point." She went back to the message, "'I ask because I am having a sexual affair with my step dad, and I am so happy I--' Really, Julie? Are you going to say that?"

"Yes, I am," Julie said, snatching her phone back. "I want to know whether he is only fantasizing or wants me, really." She found where her friend left off. "'...I am so happy I am fucking him. He is a kind lover like I would have expected my father to be and at the same time he is a conscientious, considerate, and energetic lover who always ensures I cum and cum again--"

"Oh my god, Julie."

"I need to know if he intends on making a move, beech!" She laughed, and Sally did, too. "If he thinks other men and their daughters are fucking, then if he intends to try, this will push him to do it."

"Aren't you afraid that you will influence him to try," Sally asked with obvious concern, "when he wasn't going to do anything to begin with?"

"I already think he is!" Julie cut in, hitting Submit Message. "You're the one who only thinks it's a fantasy."

Julie pocketed the phone and snatched up her bags. She looked down at her friend with a confident air. "We'll find out soon, won't we?"

"What exactly do you think he's gonna do?" Sally waited for an answer, but Julie only stood there and stared off toward the distant foot ball field where the school's team was practicing. With concern in her voice, Sally asked, "Aren't you afraid your dad might actually do what you think he is fantasizing about. Jules, listen ... I read some of those posts, too. How do you know he won't just walk into your room naked one night and slide into your bed?"

Julie looked to her friend for a moment, then said with confidence, "He wouldn't do that."

"How do you know?"

"Because the only reason John stills live with us," Julie went on, "if because he is the good parent. My mom is a waste these days. I mean, I love her to death. But her life is a mess, and -- with the exception of the cancer -- it's all her own fault. John is the one holding this family together. John is the one who takes care of us. Without him, we'd be fucked. He's not going to mess that up -- mess us up -- by coming to my room and fucking me."

"And yet ... you think he does want to fuck you," Sally reminded her.

"Wanting to," Julie said, turning to leave, "is not doing!"



At home, she went through her after school chores and did her minimal homework before going upstairs to her lap top to check her Lit posts...

 

[Silvert0ngue]

The day was finally over. Not for the rest of the crew, but it was for him. The normal 3 on 2 off 12 hour shifts just didn’t work when his wife had been sick. He had changed the entire heartbeat of the fire house just to accommodate her. Now he kept to that schedule because she was a complete waste and never around, the kids needed someone there the keep things in order. He heard his phone beep, and looked down to see that he had an e-mail. He pursed his lips thoughtfully and unlocked his phone. After a moment he glanced at the e-mail’s contents, and with an irritated flick he swiped to his browser. He hated the e-mail client, it was so fucking small.

“MagicLips1998 huh?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the screen name. The noise was deep, warm, almost primal. He continued reading the message and his eyebrows nearly fled off his brow; he raised them so high. His grey eyes focused on the text and he felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy, and another twinge in his pants. This girl was really having an affair with her step dad? This could be a prank, or someone just trolling him as the kids called it. Either way, it caught his attention. He could easily see his relationship with Julie going that route if he actually pursued it. There was already a connection between the two of them, a definite spark, well he thought so anyway. He had always loved the girl, but things had been different. He had been different.

He let his truck idle in the car as he began to type out his reply.

He started to type out “Dear MagicLips” and then quickly erased it, that was just so damn cheesy and felt weird. Felt like some 18 year old cock sure kid trying to pick up a girl. He scrapped the greeting all together. “I am happy that you have pursued your heart and feelings in this manner and that it is everything you hoped for. My daughter is actually my step daughter as well, so I suppose my situation is somewhat similar to your step father’s on the surface anyway. Unfortunately even if I thought my baby girl had any feelings for me in this way I couldn’t chase this. She needs me to be her father, not her friend, not her lover. So I keep my feelings close to my chest, and vent them here, where it is safe and healthy for her, even if it is harder on me. In the end a real parent always puts his kids first. I am not saying your father didn’t, it sounds like he did. However our circumstances just don’t follow the same parallel. I wish you all the best in love and life. – Heat 77”

He hit send and then took a moment to compose himself. He rarely shared intimate thoughts like that on here, it was usually light hearted good natured fun. Getting serious and opening up to someone like that hurt.

After a moment he ran his large hand through his dark brown hair, which was slashed with a few bits of grey. He had not bothered to color it like some guys had, he figured that would just be lying to everyone. He always had embraced life for what it was, and he encouraged his kids to do the right thing and accept things for how they were, the scars and bruises too. He had to set the example however, so even subtle things like vanity had to be checked.

He pocketed his keys and strode in the door. Wincing as it squeaked in complaint at his entrance. Note to self, lube the door. His attention was drawn to the kitchen table, where Billy was happily humming to himself as he worked on his homework. The kid was not like his old man at all. Smart as a whip, but he didn’t seem to have that solid inner core that his father did. That worried him more than he admitted. Life was not easy, and the boy had to be prepared for the real world. Still he was only 8 years old, there was plenty of time to toughen him up and prepare him. For now, let him be a kid.

“Daddy!’ The child bounced up from the chair and leaped through the air, where John caught him with a laugh. “Hey there little bear. How was school?”

The boy squealed with delight as he was spun around the room. “It was fun! We did art class today! I drew a picture of you! Wanna see?”

“Sure little man. Let’s see what you got!”

The child wiggled free and bounded over to the table. He held up a crude drawing where the most distinguishable parts were a fire hate, and a hose, oh and lots of red which he imagined was fire. A little line and big letters that said ‘DAD!111’

Well the boy had gotten excited and turned exclamation points into 1s, but it was just a child’s picture. He took the picture and took in an exaggerated breath. “That is wonderful little bear. Can I have it? I want to show all the guys at the station, if that’s okay with you.” And he would too, his locker was filled with drawings and pictures. His family really was his life, outside of his work. The child nodded and then he frowned. “I drew one for mommy, but she isn’t home. I don’t think she likes me dad.”

Hearing those words come out of his little boys mouth broke his heart. He sat down in a chair and pulled Billy into his lap. “Now son, that isn’t true. She just has a lot on her mind lately. You remember when she got sick?” The boy nodded emphatically. John continued “She was really scared, and really sad. Sometimes when a person is feeling those things it takes them a long time to get over them. All we can do is be patient and hope and pray she bounces back. Oh, and love her.”

The child looked as if he understood and he hopped down, after hugging his father. “Thanks dad!” John smiled and ruffled his hair. “Any time Buba. Have you seen your sister?” He nodded and went back to his homework. Absentmindedly “She’s in her room”

He kissed the child on the head and walked toward the upstairs. His footfalls were heavy on the stairs and he made his way to her room and knocked. She had by this time had plenty of time to read what he had written, even though he had no idea who it was he was corresponding with. “Hey baby girl. Can I talk to you for a sec? It’s about last night. I know you heard some of what was said and I’m sorry. I really am.” It was in his voice, he didn’t want to put her in the middle of a fight, it tore him up. “I just wanted to thank you for stepping up and helping with Billy. So if you want to, I’ll give you some cash, you can take Sally out to a movie or something. You can even take my wheels if you want.”

He sounded tired, and he was. In a lot of ways.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Julie was sitting in the corner window dormer of her second floor bedroom when she saw her step dad's car pull into the driveway. She had been trying to do her homework, but her mind was racked with the fact that John had not responded to her private message. If he was going to reply, it would be later this evening, from him laptop, which only added to the disappointment as she had a study group she had to attend and one of their guiding principles was that smart phones were a distraction, therefore she would have to leave hers at home or simply turn it off, which was as good as leaving it at home.

She dismissed her concerns over the issue and again tried to concentrate on her homework. She was so deeply involved that it never occurred to her that John had not left the garage and entered the house, something she would know about because of that God-awful squeal that the garage door made.

Then, surprisingly, the ring tone she had assigned to the Yahoo account she had created specifically for her MagicLips1998 Lit' account chimed, telling her that someone had sent her a private message. She snatched up her phone and opened the link with great excitement, only to find out that it was someone trying to interest her in a role play. She deleted the private message without response and returned to her work.

Several minutes later, her phone's instant notification alerted her again. This time it was him, her step father, the man she had considered her real father for as long as she could remember. She began reading his post, expecting some nasty, gross, inappropriate reply describing either how he would continue to lust for his daughter -- Me! Julie reminded herself -- forever, trying on occasion to peep on her when she was in the shower or out in the pool; or a step by step plan on how he eventually -- possibly soon -- was going to part his daughter's thighs and finally fulfill his fantasy.

Instead, what she read was his vow that he was not going to be doing anything more than fantasizing about her -- about her, Julie, the real her. I couldn’t chase this ... She needs me to be her father ... I keep my feelings close to my chest ... vent them here ... Heat 77”

Julie sat back in the dormer and stared out at the cityscape where the sun had just fallen behind the nearby foothills, casting a dark red-brown hue as far as the eye could see. She had not expected this. For the past 20 hours, she'd been certain that her step father was a pervert who wanted to fuck her -- in the words of his many posts -- long and hard ... in every position ever contemplated by man ... 'til she screams so loud she wakes the neighborhood...

She slammed a fist down into the thick pad upon which she sat, chastising herself for ever thinking that John would try something with her. He was not the pervert: she was. She returned to staring out into the deepening darkness, contemplating her situation when a knock came to the door.

“Hey baby girl," John began. He talked to her about the previous nights incident, finishing with an offer to pay for a bit of fun for her and her half-brother, John's child in this family.

"Thanks, dad," she said. She always called him that to his face, calling him only John when she was talking to friends of hers who had known actually known her now absent father. "Tomorrow."

After he left, Julie hopped up and rushed to the door to say something more to him. But instead, she simply watched him walk slowly to the stairs and descend them. She studied him all the way to the first floor and then was struck with a thought that made her stomach turn over with sharp pains.

She suddenly came to the realization that she was disappointed ... disappointed that he had no intention of ever making a play for her. She turned and closed her door, her eyes wide with shock at the thoughts rushing through her head. No! You don't really believe that! Do you? You can't fuck John. He's your dad. You DON'T fuck your own dad.

Julie rushed to her phone, pressed the speed dial for Sally, and -- even before the friend answered -- ended the call. What the fuck are you doing? You can't tell Sally! A moment later the phone rang, Sally's image appearing on the screen. Julie swiped her finger up to reveal the options for rejecting a call, then typed in "butt dialed sorry." A moment later, a text from Sally only said "Ok".

She tossed her phone aside and began pacing the floor of her room. What the hell? What the HELL? The situation had been so much clearer for Julie when she had thought her step father was a freakish pervert who wanted to fuck her. And her response to that situation had been so much clearer too. She would have told him he was a freak and told him to stay the hell away from her.

But now ... Oh God! I would have... Would I have...? I WOULD have! Julie was beginning to realize that if her step father had come to her bed one night, she might very well have parted her legs and invited him inside. Really? Would I? She was so confused, and she was beginning to wear a groove in the carpet between the window and door.

She needed to talk to someone, so she retrieved her phone again. This time, though, she did not dial Sally. She tapped the icon for the internet, went to Lit', and sent Heat77 another private message:

"I lied to you. I am not fucking my step dad. But I want to fuck him. And I think he wants to fuck me. He is in a bad place and needs some comfort. He needs to have some one treat him like the real man he is. But how do I make this happen? What would make you change your mind about fucking your step daughter?"

She was about to press "Submit Reply" when she read the post again. It was not as ... sensitive as she had wanted it to be. Too many fucks and fucking. She went back and replaced all of the "F" words with making love to or with and liked the way it looked. She sent the message.

Then, she went to the bathroom that was hers alone, stripped out of her clothes, got under a hot stream of water, and masturbated to the fantasy of John fucking her in the dormer.

 

[Silvert0ngue]

She sounded distracted. Mental note, make sure she takes you up on that offer. There is too much on that girl’s shoulders. She deserves better. He descended the stairs and checked the time. Only four? Good, he had time to put something in the slow cooker and take some time to himself to decompress. He was still feeling the stress from last night, and he was just completely exhausted. He had barely slept that night, and it was starting to wear on him.

Soon enough he was in the kitchen, chopping up the ingredients for a large batch of chilli. It was a simple recipe, and one he had perfected after years of overnight shifts. He had to adjust the recipe a little because Billy couldn’t handle anything too spicy. Other than that it was the same. It was a good thing that he had learned to cook at the fire house because otherwise the kids would have been up a creek without a paddle.

He checked the fridge, there was still some lettuce he could chop up for a salad, and some rice he planned to make to go along with the chili. He cleaned up his mess, loaded up the dish washer and fired it up. He was glad to see that Julie had gotten all of her chores done, but to be honest he would have given her a pass after last night. He was tough on the kids, but not overbearing or unfair. He still spanked when it was called for, but never out of anger. He hadn’t really had to discipline Julie for years. She was a solid kid, with a good head on her shoulders. He had even tried to stumble through the sex talk with her, and she had laughed at him until they were both laughing and out of breath. He had concluded “just make good choices, think with your head. I know you, and I’m always gonna have your back no matter what, and I trust you to make good choices.” Honestly he couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.

He settled down into the chair with a long sigh and turned on the TV. He was just going to take a few moments to relax before sending Billy out to play. The boy played too many video games and he needed to go our and scrape his knees, fall off his bike, climb a tree! Up until she got sick, his mother had babied the child far too much, and now there was a lot of damage to undo. She made it harder, when she was home she tried to treat him like he was still an infant. It grated on his nerves. A boy does not learn how to become a proper man tied to his mother’s apron strings. Especially if they were stained with the neighbors semen! Ugh. He was stressing himself into a circle.

His phone chirped at him and he saw he had another literotica PM. Before he bothered to look at it he sent Julie a text. “Hey baby girl. Dinner will be around 8:30. So it’ll be here waiting for you when you get done with study group. Chili, rice, a salad. If you want anything else, let me know.”

Then he went to check this PM. It was another one from MagicLips. Huh, sure chatty isn’t she for someone who is so over the moon for another man. Then he saw why. ”I lied…I want to… He is in a bad place and needs some comfort. What would make you change your mind?”

Oh balls. This was an emotional mine field waiting to be discovered. He thought about not replying at all, but then he calmed down a little. If she wanted help, he would try to help. “Well this is a tricky situation. First off it sounds like your heart is in the right place, but you need to be really sure where your feelings are coming from. Do you really want this, or do you just feel bad for him because you love him and he is suffering? It is easy to make the wrong choice when you care about someone and you see them hurting. If you are anything like my daughter you have a heart of gold, and that makes this an easy place to slip up. If my daughter knew how I felt I’d be terrified she would try something like this just to soothe me.”

He paused there, feeling a little guilty talking about Julie in any real aspect. On the other hand he couldn’t think of any other way to explain it. “As to how to go about changing his mind? That is hard to say. Every man is different. Some men just think with their package. Flash a little skin, figure out what gets his motor revving and that’s all it takes. A more rare breed, of which I fall into the category works a different way. My feelings don’t stem just from the fact that my daughter is ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ she is these things, but it is so much more. I honestly and truly love her. I am proud of her, of the woman she has grown into. She stepped up and helped me in a big way when she didn’t have to, and most kids her age would have crumbled under the weight. She kept me sane without ever knowing it. She became the woman I rely on for damn near everything when I need a helping hand. My feelings for her just sort of progressed naturally. I have never had a relationship with a woman as healthy as the one I have with her.”

“For me to change my mind about her, I would have to know this was something she wanted, and not just sex. I want more for my daughter than a fuck buddy. I want her to have a man who cares for her, and respects her. Anything less and I’ll beat the little punks ass myself.”

“ I don’t know if I answered your question, but I hope I did. If you still need to talk I’m here.”

He hit send and sat back in the chair, rolling his shoulders, trying to work the stiffness out of them. He remembered when Julie used to rub his shoulders for him, she had seemed to really enjoy it. The memory brought a smile to his face.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Julie read her step father's message a second time, then a third. She smiled at the wonderful things he had said about her, filling with pride. A moment later, she easily convinced herself, Now, I HAVE to fuck John.

Things were quickly moving beyond whether or not her step father had fantasies about her. The man who had raised her since she was a 2nd grader, who had taken over care of the family when his wife got sick, and who continued to take care of the family even after that wife began fucking the ass down the street had just paid the greatest compliment possible to the girl he had fantasies about and professed that he would never act on those fantasies because it could possibly hurt her horribly.

How could Julie not give him what he wanted. He deserved her.

And to strengthen her resolve even further, she was quickly beginning to realize that she wanted him, too. She never had, of course. Julie knew a lot of girls who fantasized about their fathers, step fathers, uncles, cousins. She even knew a few who had had sex with relatives, and not all of them male either. Hell, Sally herself had given her brother his first blow job in exchange for his tickets to a Lady Gaga concert in New York City.

She looked at John's message again. “For me to change my mind about her, I would have to know this was something she wanted, and not just sex.

Julie definitely wanted this. She wanted this because John wanted this or, at least, fantasized about this. He fantasized about Julie. And now Julie fantasized about him. How had this developed so fast? As she stared out into the darkening suburban night, she began to wonder whether it had. Had she always had a yearning for her step father but simply not known it? Did finding his Lit' messages only open the door to her secret fantasies?

She looked to the last line in his message, "I don’t know if I answered your question, but I hope I did. If you still need to talk I’m here.” He had, and she did. She snatched up her phone and quickly typed a message to him:

"I don't know you and you don't know me, but I think we have a lot in common. And one of the things I think we have in common is a need to KNOW whether the person we fantasize about -- my father, your daughter -- feels the same way about us. How do we know the feelings aren't mutual if we don't ask. I'm not saying you need to walk up to your daughter and ask "Yo, you wanna fuck?" But I think you should spend more time with her, learn more about her, test the waters, and see what happens. I plan to do the same on my end. Wish me luck."

Julie tapped "Submit Reply", stuffed her phone into her purse, and went down the hall to gather her brother for the trip to the ice cream shop that John had suggested for her. Billy jumped from his bed where he'd been reading comics and headed for the door.

"Wait!" Julie called, waving him back. When he asked why they were waiting, she said, "Dad might be coming with us. We just ... we just have to wait a minute to see if he'd busy ... reading."

Julie had no idea whether John's instant notification was on, or even if it was, whether or not he would immediately read the message, of even if he did, whether or not he would act on it by trying to join them. But she was willing to give the man five minutes to make a decision ... and make a move.

 

[Silvert0ngue]

If only John had known the circles his daughter was thinking herself into, he might have put a stop to the whole thing right then, right there. This was the sort of dangerous thought process he had warned ‘HotLips98’ about. It was a good thing she didn’t just blurt out her identity right there. We would never have known how things would have gone. Yet she did not, so he felt his pocket chirp at him and blinked. No way it was that girl again, was it? He pulled out of phone, and saw the notification. He felt a small moment of sickening fear that made him worry. Was this girl getting a crush on him? Was he reminding her too much about the father she desired?

He read through her message and saw this was not quite the case. He read her message and let out a sigh of relief. Okay, that was one fire he didn’t have to put out. Now on to what she proposed. Could it really be that simple? He supposed it could be. Just get out there and test the water, but such a thing could also be really dangerous. He didn’t know this girl’s circumstances, but the worst that could happen would be that daddy dearest she was mooning over could figure out what was going on and instead of being flattered, bolt like a spooked horse.

On his end? The consequences could include jail time, and that was the still not the worst case scenario. “The train wreck” as he referred to Janice when out of earshot of the kids could decide to take the kids, and be on alimony for the rest of her life. She would have him ass up over a barrel then. Gambling all of that on the slim chance that his daughter returned his feelings? Well he wasn’t a gambler, but he wouldn’t choose those odds. Still what could it hurt to take at least part of her suggestion? He certainly didn’t need an excuse to spend more time with her.

First though, reply. “Well that is a hell of a risky move, be cautious huh? I’d not want to see you get hurt over this in ways you can’t even conceive of. I know the risk for me is huge, so I may have quite a “feeling out” process, but I am going to take you up on one part, spend some more time with her if she will let me. Best of luck to you, HotLips “

He hit send.Wow that felt so fucking cheesy, whatever, he was in a good mood, and the sooner they cleared out of the house the better the chance that everyone avoided Janice coming home. He stood up to go ask her if she wanted to do something and them promptly sat back down. She had already turned down his offer to do something, even with sweetening the pot of taking his car, and she had her study group tonight. Well that idea just went tits up.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

(OOC: I think you misunderstood. Julie was waiting for John to join them to go. I am going to begin as if the three did.)

Julie was conflicted about how to feel about the change in the evening's plans. Originally, she was to simply take her half-brother Billy out for ice cream. Then she decided to invite John to go with them. Then she decided they should go to the local Wonderland Pizza & Games, where she knew that she could fill Billy Bear's hands with quarters and send him off to play the arcade games, leaving her alone with the man she wanted to fuck, her step father.

No! Inside her whirling mind, Julie reminded herself that although she was not the fruit of John's loins, as Billy was, the man was now and always had been more father to her than step father. She only stressed that deep in her conscious because she wanted to remember the significance of what she was trying to do: fuck the man who had raised her since 2nd grade.

She watched as he returned with the pizza, eying him, studying him as she sucked -- a bit too long, a bit too suggestively -- on the end of the straw in her tall glass of unsweetened tea. He dished up slices for all three of them, just in time for the 8 year old to suddenly appear, snatch his plate, and again disappear, leaving the adults alone with one another again.

Julie nibbled at her slice -- plain cheese with pineapple slices -- with her eyes almost constantly on her step father, studying him. He glanced at her occasionally, and while Julie had always thought she was good at reading people, particularly her family members, she could not for the life of her figure out what was going on inside her step father's head.

For the hour and a half it had taken them to get here and get served, Julie had been contemplating how to begin a conversation that would lead ultimately to her showing her appreciation to her step father, for his hard work in keeping the family going, and in his loving care of his wife, his step daughter, and his son. And she had come up with nothing.

"How's work?" she pulled out of thin air, bored with the silence.

She gave him the opportunity to tell about his new situation at the department, then followed up with, "YMCA's starting their basketball season next week. You playing this year?"

While she had never fantasized fucking her step father until just the past 24 hours or so, Julie had always had an appreciation for how he looked in a pair of tight fitting gym shorts, shirtless, with his rippling fire man muscles gleaming in a coat of sweat. As he talked and she remembered, she suddenly realized You HAVE fantasized about fucking John, oh my god! All those times that she had viewed him and then quickly contemplated the jocks at school who also yearned her, Julie ... had she actually been dreaming of her step father, where the thoughts often began.

Billy Bear's sudden appearance and disappearance for yet another slice of pizza and handful of quarters led to another uncomfortable silence. Julie studied her step father again, then -- quite bluntly -- asked with a calm, easy tone, "Do you miss sex?"

She registered his reaction, then followed up quickly, still calm, cool, and at ease, "I mean, you and mom aren't doing it anymore, so ... I was just wondering."

 

[Silvert0ngue]

(OOC: Fair enough, I’ll edit my other post later for continuity)

So off to wonderland eh? Inwardly he grimaced at the idea. The place was sheer chaos of screaming kids, flashing lights, and games making the most obnoxious sounds in the world. Then again he knew he had to do his time, he had something like that when he was a kid too, and his parents put up with it. He was surprised that Julie suggested it at first, then he thought it through. She had taken Billy off, by the time he made it upstairs he was calm, but the incident could have rattled him more than his father had been aware. On the way there he turned to look at Julie a few times, and he had a warm smile on his face. Damn proud of that girl

They got a table and Julie agreed to watch the little bear while he ran off to try and get the food. It was taking forever, and by the time he finally made it back he was half irate. An hour for a damned pizza? They needed to step up their service, but of course they wouldn’t because they were the only place in town. He did however make a few mental notes to bring to his buddy who was now a fire inspector. Fire exits blocked with crates, overloaded power supplies, and the place was so jammed with tables and video games that even if the fire exits were NOT blocked, no one could find them. Yeah, that was all vengeful, but next time learn to make a pizza in less time than it takes him to grow a beard!

The truth was he noticed the fire code violations every time he was here. He noticed them everywhere. Young fire fighters don’t become old firefighters without making sure to case the scene to the best of their ability before and during an entry and search and rescue. That is a sort of survival instinct you can’t just turn off.

When he finally made it there with the pizza he saw his step daughter taking a long pull from her unsweetened tea. She was looking into his eyes while she did it, and if he didn’t know any better he saw a little flick of her tongue along the straw. What the hell? Were his fantasies bleeding into reality now? Or maybe he was just really tired.

“How’s work” His daughter asked after an extended period of silence. By silence of course that was between the two of them, not the chaos raining down around them. He worked on the bite in his mouth for a moment, and then after he had cleared it, he took a quick sip of water to clear his mouth and began. “It’s alright. We have a new guy who doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, but he will learn that. He is still wet behind the ears. Just out of the academy and thinks he is hot stuff. Other than that not much out of the norm. We had a 3 alarm today, and I thought we were going to lose the place. Some squatters inside started a fire, everyone made it out with only minor smoke inhalation, and all the crew and the mutual aid made it out unscathed, so that is a win. Structure still might have to be demoed though. I don’t think the building has insurance anymore. It is that old abandoned factory out on Jackson.”

“Hmmm I don’t know if I will join the team. With things being like they are right now, I may skip it. Might be better if I was home more to be with you guys. Can’t really afford child chare for little bear, and that would leave more responsibility on you. That isn’t fair, just so I can go get my butt kicked on the court. Only way to make that happen would be to hire someone to come help out, and to do that I’d have to cut your mo-“ He stopped dead. He had forgotten he was talking to his daughter. He made it a point to never bash her mom in front of her and he almost tripped over the line. He felt comfortable with her. He cleared his throat, inwardly his mind a stormcloud. “To cut back expenses somehow.”

He glanced at her a couple times after Billy came charging through for more food, but let the silence linger. His grey eyes were dark as he inwardly chastised himself for becoming too relaxed around her. Truth was it was partly because she was a young woman, not just his daughter, and his feelings complicated the whole thing so much! So many times he felt the lines blurring, and he was pretty sure he was not the only one. Then she asked him the question that made his eyes go big as saucers.

“I don’t think we should be-“

He cut himself off. No, she asked, and she is an adult. If she wanted to know then he would tell her, some of the basics anyway. After she clarified the question he felt better about answering. He squared his jaw line like he was preparing for battle, he even drew a deep breath, and then let it out and laughed.

“Man. Sometimes I forget how grown up you are. Which is weird because I am usually very aware of it. I shield you from things as best I can, but I can’t sneak it past you can I? I guess your old man isn’t a very good liar. Alright baby girl. Truth time. Of course I miss it. I can’t say I miss your mother, because there are some things you do, you just can’t come back from, ya know? If she showed me she was sorry, maybe we could fix things, but she isn’t. So yeah, I miss it, and it isn’t just the physical aspect of it. There is a lot to it that goes well beyond the physical. It is an opportunity for two people to be together and share a connection that is deep and profound. You’ll find that out some day; in your thirties; when your old man is too old to knock out the little punks that will come sniffing around.”

He laughed away the joke and took her hand in his. He brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Giving it a loving squeeze in his large, strong one he smiled looking into her eyes. “I know you are worried, but it’s fine darlin’. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. Once I get Billy through college, we will see what we see. By then I’ll be too old anyway, so it likely won’t matter. It’s not a big deal.”

He couldn’t sell the lie, and he knew it immediately after it left his lips. Still, no going back now. So he decided to shift the subject. “So tell me about you. Any boys around that I should be worried about?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

It was obvious to Julie that her step father was uncomfortable with the topic at hand, because he quickly changed the subject: “So tell me about you. Any boys around that I should be worried about?”

Her lips spread in a while smile as she thought, Yeah. You!

She was not nearly ready to let go of the previous topic though. John had answered her question without the slightest level of discomfort, so ... why not push forward?

She again drew the straw into her mouth with just a little too much conspicuous tongue action, sucked just a bit of cola, cocked her head, and with the slightest bit of a smirk on her lips asked, "How come you don't find someone to have sex with...? Or--" Her smirk widened conspicuously as she added, "--have you already?"

 

[Silvert0ngue]

Okay, this time he didn’t imagine it! She smiled wide and he watched, transfixed as she toyed with the straw, sucking it sensually and dragging her tongue along it. He couldn’t help it, his breath caught in his throat. Those grey eyes changed in a way she had never seen before, they glittered with desire.

His mind was reeling from the whole thing and so he answered her question without thinking. “I haven’t. I’ve thought about it before, a lot actually, but sex is not what I’m after, it is the whole package. Someone I could lean on, someone who I could share things with. Sex is only a fraction of the equation, but it would be nice…”

His voice was just a touch breathy, and he finally raised his eyes to meet hers. His hand casually drifted under the table, his keys jingled with a telltale sound. He just adjusted his pants. His hand casually drifted back up.

It was enough time for him to push the surging lust down, but his eyes still shone with heat. “Baby gi-“ He began, then changed his mind. “Julie, why are you so interested in my sex life?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Oh my god...!

Julie knew what her step father had done under the table, despite his attempt to make it inconspicuous. She would have loved to have asked, Problem? But the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him.

He asked, “Julie, why are you so interested in my sex life?”

"I'm not!" she said quickly, lying of course. She diverted her eyes for a moment, yet again toying with the straw seeing how it seemed so obviously to be affecting him. When she looked back at her step father, she wore a bit of a devilish expression. "Okay, so ... maybe I'm a little interested. It's just that ... well ... I care about you. You are always talking about how you want me and Billy Bear to be happy. What about you...? I hear all the time that guys gotta have ... you know ... release."

She hesitated just a bit to see his reaction, giggled, then continued, "I mean, they say it's not healthy for a man to keep it all in."

She laughed again, blushing before turning away. By keep it all in she had meant unfilled sexual frustration, not ... semen! Though, for all she knew about Sex Ed -- she'd skipped those two weeks of Health Class, claiming it was against her family's religion to discuss such things in public -- if a man did not unload some of that building cum, his balls might just explode one day and sent a wave of sticking stuff all over the bedroom ... or fire station!

Without looking immediately back at him, she finished, "I'm just ... concerned." She did look back when -- wearing that same devilish smirk -- she asked, "I mean, do you ... you know...?"

She curled her fingers, touching the end of her index finger to the end of her thumb and made a jerking gesture. That was probably going to far and certainly had not been part of her plan, but it had just come to and from her before she realized how inappropriate it was.

 

[Silvert0ngue]

He was totally floored. She started talking about how she was concerned about him, and it was bad for him to ‘keep it all in’ and he didn’t know how to reply. She toyed with her straw again. There was no little gasp this time, but damn if unseen under the table if his manhood didn’t twitch jealously.

“I don’t even know wh-“

He started again. “I’m thankful that you are concerned for me, and all but I don’t think this is something that I need to be sharing with you.” Oh the things I want to share with you baby girl. His eyes flickered away guiltily, but then he forced them back to her, not wanting to give her any more reason to push. “I know you are a woman now, but I dunno. Shouldn’t the idea of me and my release gross you out or something?” FUCK! He should have found better phrasing. He hadn’t intended to go fishing with his statement, he was trying to stop the conversation, but his nether regions were starting to steer this boat.

She asked him about masturbation without actually saying it just as he had started to take a drink. When her slender fingers circled his thick index finger and she began stroking him. He almost choked on the liquid. Swallowing hard, he used the time to think of how to reply. Honesty? Lie? He was starting to feel something though, the back of his neck was tingling, the fine little hairs standing up. Was she just asking, or was she…curious?

“Sure I do, doesn’t just about everyone?”

Okay, he nailed nonchalant in tone, unfortunately with her fingers sliding up and down his in that oh so wicked stroking motion he was white knuckle gripping his glass. He would have broke it if it had not been plastic.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Sure I do," John answered in response to Julie's question about whether he masturbated. "Doesn’t just about everyone?”

She studied him for just a moment, wondering how to continue forward when she heard Billy Bear call her name from the game room. She had pushed her step father just about as far as she though she could without scaring him away, so she decided that for just a moment, perhaps she should turn the conversation and make John contemplate her as much as she had been him.

She waved to her half brother and rose to go to him. Then, looking into John's eyes for a moment and allowing a devilish smirk to light spread her lips, she answered John's question with a very personal, "Yes ... everyone does."

 

[Silvert0ngue]

She did not immediately reply to his words. She seemed to be thinking about something while looking at him very intently. What was going on behind those beautiful eyes? He would have paid handsomely to know. They had talked before, many times before, but this time there was sexual tension between both of them. It was unreal. He may have been out of the game for a while, but he wasn’t so rusty that he did not recognize a woman hitting on him when it stared him in the face.

Just when she seemed to be on the verge of saying something, Billy called her over to the gaming area. She turned, waved and stood to go see what he wanted. Then she shot him a look that made goose bumps ripple down the back of his neck. She replied to his words with emphasis. ”Yes…everyone does.” That was it. She went to follow Billy and see what he was up to.

He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until just then. The good news is she was far enough out of ear shot, he let out a low whistle. Oh hell. This was a new development. So now what to do about it? It wasn’t like he hadn’t plucked his share of hot 18 year olds in his day, before he got married. They were usually more eager than they were skilled and he did a lot of teaching, it was even fun, for both of them.

This though? This was his daughter. Sure there was a step in there somewhere, but he rarely thought with the prefix. Oh his fantasies had been running wild, for a long time now, but he never intended to actually chase this. Now though, all of a sudden she was coming on to him. Could that be his fault? Was he being too obvious? Or was she just picking up on the change in his attitude and forming her own attraction?

He watched her go, and he really watched. Damn she was gorgeous. He almost thought to follow them, but then realized that was not an option. It was not that he wouldn’t be welcomed; it was because of the raging hard on in his pants. Yeah, waving that around in a children’s play haven was a sure way to end up on the sex offenders list. So instead he just watched her, with those smoky grey eyes. Taking a long pull of his drink.

“So now what, you old fool? The thing you have been craving for years might be within your reach. Do you break every rule in the book to take it?”

He was staring at her, fuck it, let her see. If she wanted to play games, to stoke the fire, let her get a good look at what she was getting herself into. Maybe that would stop the whole thing. Or maybe it will encourage her, and that is what you really want, isn’t it?

A thought trickled into his mind. He picked up his phone and tapped away at the keys and clicked send. Julies phone rang out with a text message alert. “Hey darlin’. I have been thinking. You wanna renew an old custom? It’s been years since you and I have been able to just hang out and have fun without Billy, or your mom. I always loved our little Daddy/daughter date nights. Think Sally would be willing to watch Billy tomorrow night while we catch a movie? That is, if you don’t mind hanging out with your old man.”

Simple, to the point, not terribly suggestive, and it gave her an out. Perfect for testing the waters.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Julie's phone vibrated against the firm young cheek behind the pocket in which the device was stored. She pulled it, read the text from her step dad, and sent a simple reply, "You bet!"

She returned to playing with Billy but all the while was sneaking back glances at John. When she was certain she was in a position where he could not see her, she tapped the internet icon and type another message, this one to Heat77:

"I know it has only been a few hours since we last 'talked', but I was wondering. Have you considered what I said, about making an effort to discover whether your step daughter would be open to a sexual relationship with you?"

Julie did not know whether John's phone had instant notification, but when she returned to playing with her brother out in the open, she occasionally glanced her step father's direction to see if he was reading ... and maybe writing, too.

 

[Silvert0ngue]

”You bet”

He stared at the text for a solid thirty seconds before texting back. “Great. I’ll talk to Sally, and you pick the movie. Depending on how things go, maybe we can have dinner. I think we both deserve a night of fun.”

Just as he hit send he got an instant notification from lit. HotLips again. He read it over and raised a brow. He felt just a tickle of something off. He could not put his finger on it just yet, but it just felt strange.

He began tapping on his phone to make his reply. “I have given it some thought. Really I have an inkling she might feel something. I’m going to take her out tomorrow to just spend some time together, see how things go. How about you? Have you had any success?”

He hit reply and pondered that moment of suspicion. Was he just being overly paranoid? He looked up and locked eyes with his daughter, one look into those gorgeous eyes and all thoughts of suspicion fled. He flashed a smile her way.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Julie caught John looking her way, giving her a fatherly smile. She could see the guilt in his eyes, recognizable to her only because she was partly responsible for it. She felt her phone again vibrate in her back pocket. She waited for John to look her way again, then lifted a hand and pointed, mouthing Bathroom. She nodded to Billy, mouthed Watch him, and headed for the ladies room.

In a stall, she read Heat77's message and responded:

"I have not, but then I have not yet tried. Will tho. Be honest. Be bold, but be honest. If you see an opening, take it. Life is too short to let opportunities pass. She is an adult. She will understand if it is not what she wants. She will forgive. I would. BE BOLD!"

She hit submit, then took a moment to contemplate his response to her very forward suggestion. Then, unable to resist the thoughts running through her mind, she flushed the toilet, then reached her hands to her groin and masturbated herself to orgasm, struggling with great effort to keep her cries muted to below the loud playful music coming out of the ceiling speakers.

(OOC: Read your pm before posting.)

 

[Silvert0ngue]

He was watching her, so catching his eye was not really hard. When she mouthed bathroom and to watch him he just nodded his head. He rose slowly and walked toward little Billy. The child roared his excitement and began showing his dad how good he was doing at whack-a-mole. John cheered his son on as he managed to hit a couple of them as they popped up. He took the boy by the hand after gathering his tickets.

Julie returned from the ladies room, looking a little flushed. He gave her a questioning look, tilting his head, but then just shrugged and asked her to box up what was left of the pizza. While she was doing that he took Billy bear up front to get his prize. He only had enough tickets for a little packet of green plastic army guys. The kid was happy though, and that was what really mattered. The car ride home was full of little green army men and “Pew pew pew” sounds. John couldn’t help but chuckle.

He occasionally stole little glances at Julie, there was no conversation to be had really, not over Billy. Then the loud chirp of his pager filled the cabin of the crew cab. He turned it down a little, but pulled it up to his ear as he listened. The muffled dispatchers voice came through the beat up speaker. “Rescue 85, Truck 86, Tanker 102 Ambulance . Please respond to a call for mutual aid. 1028 Orchard grove. Structure fire, multiple involved structure, multiple casualties.” He turned the pager down, and looked at the kids.

He gave Julie a hard look and mouthed “So sorry.” Then he turned back to Billy. “Hey little Bear? Daddy has to go to work for a little while. Can you do me a favor and be good for your sister? Make sure you get your homework done. Okay?”

”Sure dad. Do we get to use the siren?!?” John grinned. Leaned over to kiss Julie on the cheek and whisper “I’ll be home asap. Sorry about this.” Then he flicked on the light overhead, and turned on the modest siren. He picked up speed and dropped the kids at home. He sped off to the fire house knowing they did not have the staff to respond to the call without him.

He pulled in and came running. “Lets move it ladies. All hands on deck! This is a big one!” He slipped off his shoes, stomped his feet into the steel bunker boots and slid the bunker pants over his clothes. Normally he was thinking about the scene when he was mounting up, but all he could think about was tomorrow night.
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By the time they got to the scene it was an absolute mess. The first building had went into flash over and the bail out was called for. They pulled up next to another truck and the men began scrambling with the 4 inch hoses to hook up to the hydrant. He hopped out and began working on the controls, watching the pressure as others started pulling out hose line and heading toward the second involved structure. The first was lost, but they might still be able to save the others with the additional personnel.

The engine roared like some great beast as it worked to pull the water from the hydrant, into the tank, and out through the smaller lines. He was keeping a close eye on the hydraulic pressure when he saw the tree above the involved house go up. He picked up his radio and growled “Crawford to command. Who the hell is on exposure? 1026’s tree just went up!” he watched the old tree burn. That was a huge branch hanging over the house. If it went down it would take the roof with it and kill all the men inside.

They didn’t have anyone else to take a hose line over there, he could see the whole thing falling apart. The radio started to recall the crews that just went in. He spit with irritation and leapt up the ladder. He channeled some of the flow to the water cannon on top of the tanker, estimated the distance and let it flow. The roof hadn’t been vented yet, so this would keep the water from falling down on the men’s heads. His aim was off just a touch, he adjusted and the powerful cannon extinguished the blaze quickly, and the water pounded the tree for a few more seconds before cutting off.

The radio went off again, cancelling the retreat. “Fucking idiots. Learn to manage your scene!” He grumbled to himself.
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He lingered at the station, finally getting a chance to read MagicLips’ message. Be bold hmmm? His adrenaline was still pumping and even after the chaos of the night he could not stop thinking about Julie. It was almost 9. He opened the web browser and replied. “I may just do that. I’ll let you know how tomorrow goes. Right now I’m exhausted. Long day at work, and I hurt everywhere. Best of luck to you.”

He didn’t bother signing it, he was wiped out. He texted Julie. “All is well baby girl. I’m omw home.”

The drive home was consumed with thoughts of her. He could not stop thinking about what that girl said. Be bold. On the way home he called Sally. “Hey Sally, it’s John, Julies dad. I was wondering if you could do me a favor? Tomorrow night could you watch Billy? I’ll pay you of course. You will? Thanks a bunch. I’ll have Julie fill you in with the details tomorrow at school.”

He walked in, his body smelling like smoke, sooth dashed across his face and in his hair, sweat mingled with the smell of smoke. “I’m home guys!” He called, and then wandered upstairs to take a shower. He let the hot water wash away the day, and then masturbated until he was spent thinking of his baby girl, and what tomorrow might bring. He dried, mostly, put on a pair of tight fitting boxer briefs and some sleeping pants that didn’t do a whole lot to hide his length beneath the thin fabric. He didn’t bother with a shirt, he walked over to Julies room and knocked. Drops of water still sheeted from his hair down over his sun darkened muscles. “Hey sweetheart. How’d it go?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Julie's phone chirped at her with a text from Sally: "John asked me to sit Bear. Rem'd I have plans. Can you cover?"

Julie responded: "Cannot. John taking me to dinner. Reason for needing you."

She press send, set the phone aside, lifted both hands, and started lifting fingers, one per second. She had told Sally that she was going to pressure her step father to prove one way or the other that he would or would not fuck her, but then she had let the topic die.

She was just lifting her seventh finger when her phone rang, Sally's pic filling the screen. She answered with a drawn out, "Ye-e-e-e-e-s...?"

By the time Julie reached the ssss sound, Sally was hollering into her own phone with shock, "Oh my god, Julie! What the hell are you doing?"

Julie just smiled and said in a calm voice, "Why, Sally, I do not have the slightest ide--"

"Oh my god!" the blonde cut in. "You're gonna fuck him, aren't you?"

"Of course not," Julie said, her tone insincere. "He's my father--"

"He's your step father!" Sally reminded, although that point was really irrelevant to the decision as to whether it was right or wrong. "What are you doing?"

"Listen ... Sally ... it's late, and I have homework, so--"

Suddenly, John was at the door asking, “Hey sweetheart. How’d it go?”

Julie left the phone close to her mouth for her friend to hear, holding it away from her step dad, as she said, "Hey dad. Going to bed?"

He confirmed her question and told her very briefly about the fire. She cut him off saying, "I'm excited about dinner tomorrow. It'll be nice to have a night just the two of us again ... without Billy..." She changed her tone to be slightly suggestive, for both John's and Sally's benefit. "Without mom."

Julie heard her friend moan, "Oh fuck, what are you doing?"

John spoke his piece about tomorrow night, told her good night, and departed. As he walked away, Julie hopped up quickly and ran to the door, watching the man's muscular ass as he walked away to the stairs, then his muscular chest as he turned to head down the stairs. She murmured into the phone to Sally, "Wow ... I never really realized how fucking hot my dad was."

"Julie!"

"I'm gonna enjoy having that cock in my--"

Sally screamed on the other end of the phone.

Julie turned back toward the dormer, laughing hysterically. When she calmed a bit, she lied to her friend, "C'm'on, Sally! Really? I'm not gonna fuck my father. I'm over that. I don't care whether he fantasizes about me or not. And I'm sure that he doesn't actually want me. It was just fantasies."

"Really?" Sally asked, doubtful.

Julie laughed again, then began telling a tale about how she had tested her father and discovered -- "Beyond a doubt!" she promised Sally -- that John never had and never would have any inkling to, as Julie put it, part my thighs.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow," Julie said, making her farewells and hanging up.

She slouched back in the window seat and looked out into the darkness. She began considering ways to get John to not just want her but actually take her. Suddenly, with a smile, she discovered that way.



The next day, just after last period, MagicLips1998 sent Heat77 another message: "OH MY GOD! Heat you will not believe this. This morning my step dad accidentally walked in on my while I was naked in bathroom. He was embarrassed but I told him do not worry about it. He hesitated. I could tell he did not want to leave. I said You can look if you want. He did. Before I knew it we were kissing. I think it would have gone more but mom was near. I am so happy. I think he is too. Wish me luck."

 

[Silvert0ngue]

She asked him if he was going to bed. Must have been obvious how tired he was. “Yeah honey. I just wanted to check up on you, make sure Billy was good for you. It was a long night. A nice change of pace though.”

He went into the details a little, and she clipped in front of him talking about how excited she was about dinner. That bright a bright smile to his face. “So am I baby, so am I.” Then she changed her tone and added the bit about not having the train wreck around. He could feel the sultry heat in her tone, and tired and spent though he was, his length twitched in those thin pants. There was no way she missed it. His voice took on a deeper texture, rougher. His words were almost a growl, but softer. “Me too baby. I’m looking forward to spending time with you.”
Then he let her finish her phone conversation and said goodnight. Bed came quickly, he was too exhausted to even act on her suggestive tone.
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The sound of the alarm was unwelcomed. He sat up with a groan and slapped at the alarm irritably. His whole body was sore, he had clearly not had enough sleep to recover from last nights events. Still, the soreness was nothing new. He had a feeling elevated stress levels were keeping him from getting solid sleep. And sleeping alone. And thoughts of your step daughter. Get your head on straight! He glanced at his phone with bleary eyes and noticed he had another message.

Trying to milk any time he could out of this situation and having to get up and be responsible he glanced at the message from MagicLips. Then his eyes flickered open wide and he re-read it. Whoa, this escalated quickly! I mean really quickly! Then again was it a whole lot different than his situation with Julie? They had gone from warm conversations to her stroking his finger and talking about his sex life and masturbation.

Oh fuck, connecting those two dots was not what he needed first thing in the morning. He glanced next to him and made a noise of irritation, but not shock. The whore never even came home last night. The bed hadn’t been disturbed except where he slept, the room was the same as it had been when he turned off the light. He didn’t know what to say, or how to respond.

“Wow, that is an intense situation. I’m surprised either of you had the wherewithal to stop. I don’t know if I could have if I were in his place. Best of luck to you. Heat77”

Then he lay in bed, in nothing but his boxer briefs. He didn’t masturbate, but he did lay there for some time, idly running his hand over the undersides of his semi-hard manhood until he felt it harden. He imagined it was her fingers, her tongue, and he let out a low groan of pleasure. He just teased himself like this for several minutes, until it was time to get up and get rolling.

He put on a robe to hide what he had done, but nothing else. As he walked by the upstairs bathroom he heard the water running, and he knew it was Julie. A brief moment of intense longing to open that door nearly overwhelmed him. To the point where his hand was on the knob and he turned it, and was surprised when the door fell open. Normally she was religious about locking the door so people didn’t walk In on her. He could see her outline through the thick glass, he could see her skin. He was instantly rock hard. Her features were distorted by the wavy texture of the glass, and the solid painted patterns, but he could see just enough to make him want to see more.

His voice had that same low sexy growl in it, but there was an edge of intensity in it. “Fuck. Sorry honey. I am not quite awake yet. I’ll come back when your done.” He didn’t even really have to be in here, he had just started to walk in overcome by impulse and reading her report first thing in the morning.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Fuck..."

That first word from her step father shocked Julie, who -- behind the minimal privacy of the translucent glass door -- had been touching herself in ways she would not have wanted John to see. Or ... maybe would have.

"Sorry honey," he apologized. "I am not quite awake yet. I’ll come back when your done.”

Julie knew that her dad's interruption had been anything but accidental. John and the bitch had their own bathroom downstairs, one that was even more spacious and better equipped than this upstairs one. No, if he had walked in on Julie here, it would not have been because he was only just not quite awake but it would have been because he was sleep walking instead.

"Wait!" she called to him, anxious for him not to leave quite yet but uncertain of what she was going to do with him now that he had remained in the door. "I forgot my razor on the counter, John. Can you hand it to me?"

Through the glass, Julie could see the dark form that was her step father at the door, unmoving for a moment. Then finally he told her Sure and moved tentatively into the bathroom. Julie turned to face the door, moving close enough that her breasts touched the glass. She smiled, knowing that her dark nipples would likely be all to visible through the wavy surface and that lower, the shadowed triangle of where her thighs met her lower belly might also be distinguishable to hungry eyes.

She opened the door just enough to get her arm out, waggling her fingers eagerly for the blade. She could not show her face to her step father as she was smiling from ear to ear and not wanting him to understand that this was all to intentional on her part.

 

[Silvert0ngue]

Warning bells were going off, but what was he going to do? Tell her no? They had come so far, and she was his daughter after all. If she needed something he wanted to be there for her. Doesn’t hurt that you can get a cheap thrill in the process does it? Damn that internal voice, usually right too!

When she asked him to get her razor he came into the room. He pushed the door closed out of reflex alone. Then he realized that may have not been the brightest idea. He turned to the sink to grab her razor and when he turned what he saw made him freeze and suck in a sharp breath. Holy fuck! If only he had known she had read all of his fantasies, if only he had known she was trying to push him; he may have expected this. Even then though, it would have done serious damage.

He felt his length twitch eagerly in his pants. She read his fantasies and the details about how much he loved sex in the shower, and how much he loved female curves covered in the glistening sheen of water, oil, your cum his brain added. Here he was staring at his step daughters full breasts pressed against the glass, he could clearly see the outline of her nipple.

He wasn’t sure if she could hear it over the water, but he just stood there frozen and transfixed, breathing heavily; panting really. It was taking every ounce of will power for him to not just undress right then, right there, and push her up against the wall and pound the space between her thighs until they were both sated and late for school and work respectively.

He put his hand on the handle of the door and opened it just a crack more. He brazenly peeked inside just enough to get a good look at her body as he handed her the razor. It was a good thing she wasn’t looking at him, because she would have seen that look of ferocious desire in his eyes, and it might have even frightened her a little.

He stepped back and let out a chuckle to break the silence. It was awkward and forced. It gave him time to get a little control of his voice, but even with that his voice still had an underlying bedroom tone in it. “I suppose I will wait for later to get my thank you kiss. Seeing as the whole naked thing.” The thank you kiss being one of the ways they had bonded when she was young. Every time she asked him for a favor, he demanded a soft peck on the cheek for services rendered. “I’ll see you after school baby, let me know what we are going to see, eh?” Then he turned and walked out of the room, pulling the door closed gently. Every never in his body was on fire, demanding he go back in there and claim her, make her his.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“I suppose I will wait for later to get my thank you kiss," he called from just beyond the glass. "Seeing as the whole naked thing.”

"If you think that's best, dad," Julie said before laughing aloud. She was trying to recall the title of the thread from which she had stolen that particular tease: "Have you ever fucked in the shower? or "Where is your favorite place for sex? or ... which one? When he asked her about the movie she had picked out -- it was always Julie's choice when it was just the two of them -- she quickly called to him, "Oh! There's a new feature at the MacDonald. 'Sposed to be good. I don't know anything about it, but Sally says she saw it with her boyfriend and loved it. If you get a chance, check out the trailer on YouTube today, but make sure you look for spoiler alerts. I know you hate those."

After John departed, Julie couldn't help but giggle to herself. You're such a naughty girl, so naughty.

(OOC PM coming at ya.)