The next day, I woke up late, feeling a little bit weak. The sun was already high, cutting through the gaps in my curtains and casting long, bright streaks across my duvet. I got out of bed and entered the bathroom to ease myself. Once I finished, I picked up my toothbrush and paste.
As I stood in front of the sink, brushing my teeth, my mind flashed back to the sight of my stepdad in his study room. I could still hear his voice rasping out my name, telling me to be a good girl and take his cum.
I stopped brushing for a second, staring at my reflection with wide eyes. A flush crept up my neck, and I quickly rinsed my mouth, trying to wave the thought away. "I shouldn't be thinking about that." I scolded myself. He’s still my stepdad. He’s the man who raised me. I tried to rationalize it, telling myself that just because he called my name in the heat of a lonely moment doesn't mean he actually wanted to fuck me in real life. It was probably just a fantasy, a fleeting thought brought on by the porn he was watching.
"Get a grip, Lisa," I whispered to the mirror, though my heart was still hammering a frantic beat against my ribs.
I came out of the bathroom and walked into my wardrobe. My eyes scanned my clothes, but they landed instantly on my short denim skirt and my thin, lacy white shirt. It was one of the sexiest outfits I wore at home, the kind of thing that left very little to the imagination.
I knew I shouldn't pick it, especially not today, not after what I’d seen through that cracked door. A voice in the back of my head told me to grab a baggy t-shirt and some sweatpants, to stay covered and play it safe. But I saw myself reaching out for the lace anyway. My fingers brushed the delicate fabric, and before I could talk myself out of it, I grabbed it. I let my silk nightgown drop to the floor and pulled the clothes on. I picked my pink lacy panties and slid them on.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and gasped slightly. I found out I had added a little weight in all the right places since the last time I’d worn this. My breasts were pouring out of the low-cut neckline, and my skirt was so short it was barely covering my thighs. As exposed as I looked, it wasn't enough to make me change the outfit. Not even what happened yesterday could make me pull on a hoodie. It may look casual, but deep down, I knew I wouldn't wear it if my stepdad were not around. I wanted that look in his eyes again.
"Lisa baby!" I heard my mom calling me from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready! Come down before the eggs get cold!"
"I'm coming!" I answered, my voice sounding a bit higher than usual. I took one last look in the mirror, adjusting the hem of my skirt and fluffing my hair before stepping out of my room.
I got to the dining room, and the first thing I saw was my mom dishing out a large plate of food for my stepdad. My breath caught in my throat. He was shirtless, wearing only his loose grey athletic shorts. His tanned skin was glowing in the morning light, and I could see every muscle of his chest and shoulders.
"Good morning, Mom!" I greeted, trying to sound as normal as possible. I turned to my stepdad, and I think I caught him looking at my breasts, his eyes lingering on the lace for a split second before he moved his head away. I smiled, feeling a surge of that forbidden power, and greeted him as well. "Good morning, Daddy."
"Good morning, my princess. Hope you slept well," he replied. I paused. It didn't sound like it used to. Before, his good morning was always gentle and fatherly, but today, with the way he called me "princess" with those smiles on his face, it sounded so naughty. His voice was lower, vibrating in a way that made the hair on my arms stand up. Or was I just overthinking everything because of last night?
"Yes, Daddy," I said, moving to my usual spot. But when I reached the table, I stopped in my tracks. My chair was gone. "Wait... where's my seat?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Mom said, glancing up as she set a plate down. She gestured toward the neighbor's house. "The Millers had that big family reunion last night and they were short on seating. They borrowed two of our dining chairs, and since they're still sleeping off the party, they haven't brought them back yet.”
"Where am I going to sit then?" I asked.
"You can sit on your daddy's lap.” She replied casually, but my heart skipped a beat.
How could she suggest that? My mind raced. Though he used to let me sit on his lap when I was small, things had changed. I'm no longer a small girl.
"Daddy's lap?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "I hope you know I'm no longer a kid, Mom. I'm now a big girl."
"You think your dad can't carry you?" she asked with a laugh, turning to him. "Honey, is she too big to sit on your lap?"
"She will never be too big for her daddy. I can carry her all day," my dad replied, his eyes locking onto mine. "Maybe she's shy of sitting on Daddy's lap. You know, she's now a big girl, and maybe she thinks she’s too grown up for her old man."
"We need to eat together, dear. It’s family time. Sit on his lap, Lisa. Don't be shy," my mom encouraged, pushing a plate of pancakes toward his spot. She had no idea why I was trying to decline. She didn't know he was too hot for me. That my ass might actually get burned just by sitting on him.
He patted his strong, tanned thighs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come on. Come sit on Daddy's lap, princess."
"Are you sure about this, Dad?" I asked, stepping towards him.
"I know you are a big girl now, but you are still my pretty little princess. Come on, I won't bite."
I hesitated for a moment before stepping closer and crossing over to sit on his lap. As I lowered myself down, I felt the immediate shock of his warm thighs beneath me. The heat of his skin was intense, and I felt myself flush from head to toe.
He adjusted his position as I settled, spreading his legs slightly to give me a more stable base, which only caused me to sink deeper into his lap.
His left arm came around my waist to steady me, resting dangerously close to the tops of my thighs where my skirt had ridden up. I could feel my heart hammering so hard I wondered if he could feel it vibrating through my back. I hadn't started eating, and my body was already reacting strangely.
Knowing that I was sitting on the crotch of my hot stepdad. The same man I caught last night, masturbating while calling my name and looking, was making me lose my mind. "Lisa, are you comfortable there?" Mom asked, glancing over from her seat as she started digging into her food.
"Yeah..." I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. I shifted slightly, trying to find a perfect balance, but every move only pressed me harder to his crotch.
"What about you, sweetheart?" She asked my stepdad. "Is she too heavy?"
"She’s light as a feather. I could hold her all day," he replied smoothly while he ate.
Mom smiled and continued to eat her food. I was trying to calm my nerves down, but I couldn't. I was sitting where I wasn't supposed to be sitting. My thoughts drifted back to last night. How he was stroking his huge dick while calling my name and wishing he could fuck me. Now, I was sitting right on top of the monster dick, separated only by a few layers of fabric.
As I sat there, eating, a naughty, dirty thought flashed into my mind. I imagined him hiking my skirt up, shoving my panties aside, and burying his thick length inside me while we eat. I could almost feel him stretching me open, filling me completely.
I knew I shouldn't be entertaining these forbidden and imaginable thoughts, but fuck—it sent chills down my spine. I began to feel moisture pooling between my legs. Fuck! I was getting wet while sitting on my dad's crotch. I knew I was sitting on something forbidden, but I liked it.