Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 10:30:09 -0600
From: LH
Subject: "Loving My Stepdad" installment 1

I was sitting texting my friends and he walked in. His long, sexy legs were
covered by jeans and I could barely look at him without getting an instant
hard-on.

I had seen pictures of his body before. Seeing his slim, hairy torso was
easy since he had a few shirtless pictures on Facebook. But snooping around
on his computer had given me much more pleasure. I found pictures of him
fucking my mom. I ignored any that had a lot more of my mom than I wanted
to see, but it was hard not to stare at the photos of his tongue deep
inside her. His eyes were closed and I could only imagine how amazing my
mom must have felt in those moments with him. Another photo revealed a
blurry photo of his hard cock. It was the first time I had seen it. His
hand was wrapped around it and the head was sticking straight at the
camera. His pubes and tan, hairy stomach were in focus and I could see
hints of a muffin top.

He used to be a very big man, and he had lost a ton of weight. He is very
fit. Lean, but not muscular. I used to run with him. He wore his baggy gym
shorts and I would fall behind on purpose just to watch his his curvy legs
and see that ass jiggle.

There were other pictures. Ones of him fingering her and several photos
gave me a great view of his butt. With clothes on, I would never say he has
a nice ass. I would say it was flat, actually. But seeing it like this,
naked, made me cum. I jerked off to these pictures multiple times. I was
always so happy to hear I would be alone in the house and would be able to
invade his privacy some more.

Then there were the videos. An old iPhone that had been left in the garage
held the most glorious sex tape I had ever seen. He was holding the phone
during the taping of it. His cock slid in and out of my mom and they both
grunted and said "I love you" over and over again. They were doing it
doggy-style. It took me a second to realize that they were doing anal. My
heart was racing as the video ended and I went to the next one. This time
my mom was holding the phone. She and my step dad were laying with their
legs in a sort of vertical-angles position. He jerked himself until my mom
said "Let me see it.." and he leaned up and came onto her pubes and
stomach. I came with him.

So, you can see why I would get a hard-on just from him walking into the
room. I see him and I see those pictures. I see that video of him cumming
and I want him. I want him so badly.

"Hey," he greeted me as he walked in from the garage. He was holding a Diet
Dr. Pepper and his computer bag was hanging from his right shoulder.

"Hi." I sound short. I always do, with him. I don't mean to, it just comes
out wrong.

"Who are ya texting?" he asked with a smile. I told him I was having a
selfie war with my friend and he laughed. Ugh, his laugh. My hard-on was
persistent. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah," I replied half-heartedly. "Yeah, it was okay."

He went into the other room to relieve himself of his computer bag. He
walked even further away from me, into his bathroom to pee and then into
the backyard to have a smoke.

I hate the smell of smoke. It makes my skin crawl and I want to puke. But
this time when he walks back in and sits next to me, I enjoy it. I breathe
in deeply and smell him. I want to be with him.

"Hey," I say to get his attention. He looks up and sees that I have my
front camera on my phone facing both of us. He gives the camera a silly
smirk and I mirror him. We laugh at the stupid selfie and I send it to my
friend.

"Your skin is looking good," he mentions to me. I have pretty bad acne but
it has been clearing up lately.

"Thanks. I don't notice it," I lie.

"Really? I think you look more handsome every time I see you."

I was shocked by what he said but I played it cool.

"Well I don't think I'd ever say I was handsome. At least, not until I look
a little more like you."

He laughs and takes a sip of his soda. I watch his lips and I am jealous of
the can. I am jealous of a can of soda.

We watch some Dancing With The Stars and I become very tired. It's Friday
but I am used to going to sleep early during the week. I think about
getting up and leaving and just letting him ask me if I'm going to bed, but
I brainstorm a better idea.

I slap my hand onto his thigh and say "Alright" like I'm about to leave.
But I don't continue with my sentence. I wait a quick second and then turn
to look at him. His face is that of a person who is waiting for someone to
say something comical. But I stand my ground; I stare into his eyes and I
try hard not to just rip off his pants right there. His smirk slowly fades
as he realized what I am doing. I lean in and smell him as I get closer and
closer to his scruffy face. I am staring at his lips and my heart feels
like it could burst at any moment. I put my lips on his and he doesn't
move. I back up slowly and whisper "I'm going to bed. Come up in a second."