The next day, I was still lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." I answered, stretching my body lazily before sitting up on the edge of my bed. The door opened, and it was my mom.
"Good morning, Mom." I greeted her, dropping my phone aside.
"Morning, my dear. I hope you slept well," my mom said, and I looked at her as if she was being sarcastic. I would have definitely slept well if she hadn't woken me up in the middle of the night with her screams and moans.
"Yeah, I did." I replied, after a brief pause. I wasn't ready to tell her since it seemed she wasn't aware of how uncomfortable they made me feel. I looked at the dark circles under my eyes in the mirror, remembering the way my fingers had worked frantically under the covers while she shrieked his name. My body still felt heavy and unfulfilled from the night.
"Alright, I came to tell you to get prepared. We are moving to our new house today," she said, and I was confused. "New house?"
"Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you yesterday. We are moving into your stepfather's newly built house. So get your things together. We are moving in the next hour."
"That's a bit sudden. Anyway, what exactly should I take?" I asked. "All our stuff won't fit in the car."
"Just your bags and a few personal items. Your stepdad has made arrangements with a moving agency that will handle the rest of his properties. Get ready — it's going to be a long drive." She said and left.
I wasn't ready for another journey, but I didn't really have a choice. Besides, I was happy we would be moving to a bigger house. At least, I hoped I'd finally be able to sleep in peace.
After a while, I got up and stepped into the bathroom. I rinsed my face, brushed my teeth, and took a long bath. The warm water sliding over my skin made me think of his large hands. I let the soap lather up, sliding my palms over my breasts and down my stomach, imagining the friction of his touch instead of my own.
Knowing that touching myself wouldn't get me anywhere, I stopped and rinsed my body. Without wasting more time, I stepped out, dried off, applied some lotion, and picked up my dress. I needed to wear something that would make me feel free. I put on my pink cotton panties and my short skirt, then wore my T-shirt without putting on my bra. My nipples were poking against the fabrics, showing that I wasn't wearing a bra, but I cared less. My mom wouldn't complain about it. I always felt free whenever I'm not wearing my bra, and she knew about it. The thin material of the shirt felt sensitive against my peaks, which were already hardening at the mere thought of seeing him again.
With that, I grabbed my bags and dragged them into the sitting room. When I got to the sitting room, I could hear their voices outside. They have already loaded their belongings into the car. I dragged my own bag out, and when my stepdad saw me, he smiled. He was wearing a thin polo shirt that stretched across his chest, and I could see the definition of his abs through the fabric.
"I was about to come and know what was taking you so long." He said, waiting for me to get close so he would take the bags from me and fix them somewhere inside the car. My mom's bags and other important stuff had almost occupied the whole space.
I got to the car, and he took the bags as if they weighed nothing and fixed them in a space in the back seat. The front seat was already occupied with items. Now, only a single seat remained. I was confused. Where was I supposed to sit? Am I going to stay on the roof? Or do they have another plan?
"Mom, the whole space is occupied. There's only one seat left. Where am I going to sit?" I asked.
"I think you are going to share one seat with your dad. You're going to sit on his lap." My mom said, and my heart nearly jumped out. I felt a sudden rush of blood to my face. The idea of being that close to him for a long journey was almost too much to process.
"Wait— he's not driving?" I asked.
"No, he's been having some trouble with his eyes. So I will be driving." My mom replied and turned to my stepfather.
"Honey, since there's only one seat left, I hope you can hold Vicky on your lap."
"Why not? She's not that heavy." My stepdad replied, and I was surprised he didn't even protest at all. It was as if he liked the idea. I was practically nervous. Sitting on my handsome stepdad's lap, a man I was craving to have in bed, was something I never imagined. I don't trust myself. I knew I was likely to mess up. I was equal parts nervous and strangely excited.
He looked at me, and I noticed his eyes lingering on my nipples, which were clearly visible through my T-shirt, before he looked away. I didn't say anything.
When he was done arranging our stuff, he retired back to the house and locked the doors. My heart was already racing, thinking of how I would control myself while sitting on his lap. My panties were already starting to feel damp just from the thought.
He walked back and entered first. My mom was already in the driver's seat, waiting for us to settle in. He patted his leg. "Come on. Come and sit on Daddy's lap."
I hesitated for a moment before climbing onto his lap. As I lowered myself down, I felt the rock-hard muscles of his thighs beneath me. He adjusted his position, spreading his legs slightly to give me a more stable base, which only caused me to sink deeper into the crook of his lap. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and as I settled, my butt pressed right against the fly of his jeans.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to keep my back straight so I wouldn't lean too much into his chest, but the car was so packed that I had no choice but to rest against him. His arms came around my waist to steady me, his large hands resting dangerously close to my thighs. I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs, wondering if he could feel it too. The long journey was just beginning, and I was already losing my mind.