Except one thing. I smirked as I pushed my body up with my arms. Thousands of droplets skipped down my skin, and I could feel Alexander’s eyes following each one’s path. The newspaper was lowered onto his lap. His sunglass-covered face was looking in my direction and I knew he was watching.I stood and grabbed my towel, running it over my hair. My breasts lifted with the effort, bouncing with each rigorous rub. I shivered as a nice breeze swept across my goosebumps. My nipples hardened automatically, a combination of the wind’s doing and the illicit excitement from trying to tease my stepdad. I knew my nipples were popping out against the pink material of my bikini. The fabric’s color might just have been light enough to slightly make out the darkness of the nipples underneath.He deliberately put his newspaper down. He wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was drinking in my every movement.I couldn’t hold my smile in anymore, so I sat in the lounge chair next to him. I eyed my suntan

Alex’s hand found me wet, of course. He grinned when his fingers swept through my slick lips, though I’m sure my arousal was no surprise to him.And then he was on his knees and I was staring down at his blonde head. I felt my panties slip down my legs and my body sunk into the door. He pressed his lips against my soaked pussy, breathing heavily. I pushed my shoulders back and a slow spasm of pleasure rolled through my body, lifting my hips into his head and pushing his lips harder against my wet flesh.“You’re a filthy girl, Melanie,” he murmured against me.I opened my mouth to protest that he was the filthy one, that he was the one that started all this, but no sound would come out. He’d already begun to fuck me with his tongue, fast and deep and it was so fucking wet. My shaking fingers slipped through his hair, pulling him harder against me. He moaned and I nearly fell to the ground at the sensation. My knees gave out a little but I couldn’t fall; his strong arms held me up by t

“Don’t you love her even a little bit?”Alex looked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t you?”“She’s my mother.” I swallowed. “I must.”“I’m her husband, and I don’t.” He smiled when I flinched. “Would you prefer me to say I did?”“I don’t know. I feel bad.”He turned around and said, “You’ll get over it,” before disappearing down the hall.I didn’t go to the pool party. I called Jackie and told her I couldn’t make it. She knew something was up but I didn’t have it in me to come up with a lie. I promised I’d tell her about it later, rushing her off the phone.Instead of going back home, I went to the mall and wandered around like a zombie.I tried to talk myself out of doing anything more with Alex. My mother sucked, and I knew he didn’t love her. In reality, I didn’t think she loved him either. She was more obsessed with the idea of Alex, the allure he brought to her life, than she was with himself. Even I had to admit I didn’t know him well.When I went home that night, Mom was already

I waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to eavesdrop. There was no noise.My bedroom looked out over the basement, so I frantically ran upstairs to peer out into the dark yard.I saw shifting bodies in the moonlight. The dim floodlight shed just enough light on them to make out my mother and stepfather fucking.I barely made it to the bathroom, puking so hard I couldn’t breathe. As I gagged over the toilet, my mind flipped through painful snapshots. Alex grunting, Alex fucking me, Alex laughing with me, Alex holding me.I thought about how Alex’s dick probably still had some of the juices from my pussy on it and a fresh wave of nausea rolled through my stomach.My body finally had nothing left. Even then, I gagged hopelessly a few more times, my body not ready to convey how disgusted I was. They hadn’t come back in the house yet, and I couldn’t bring myself to check on them again. Exhausted, heartbroken, shattered, I slipped under my covers and cried silently until I fell as

Dinner didn’t affect his mood. Was I such a fucking albatross that he couldn’t deal with me living here for a while? I spent time here during the summers growing up. He had a delightful lake at the back of the property. I almost smiled thinking of all the fun I’d had then, but then I caught a glimpse of my father’s expression.He was watching me carefully. Studying me, really. I shifted uncomfortably and looked over at Ella, hoping she’d come up with something brilliant to say. That was a stupid hope, for Ella was never known for uttering anything brilliant. She was a sweet enough girl, but her brains were not her best attribute.I cut my steak up and delicately placed a piece of it on my tongue. I could feel Dad’s eyes burning through my flesh and bone and I couldn’t take it anymore.“What is it?”Dad didn’t pretend to not understand. “I just can’t believe how much you’ve turned into your mother.”“Well, you left me alone with her.” I sipped the wine that had been poured for me, in s