Playing with my pussy while my stepdad is in the next room

Title: “An Inexcusable Indiscretion”

The morning sun streamed through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on Lila’s nude form as she lazily stretched in her bed. Her pert breasts bobbed with the motion, nipples hardened into erect peaks from the cool air. The 19-year-old’s hand slid down between her legs, fingers brushing against her soft mound. A moan escaped her lips as she imagined her stepfather Martin, unaware just a room away.

Lila knew her fascination with Martin was wrong, her feelings bordering on incestuous, but she couldn’t help herself. Ever since he moved in with her mom, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. The way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the intense gaze those hazel eyes held as they looked into hers – it ignited an intense lust she didn’t understand.

Now, alone in her room, Lila gave into her wants. Spreading her legs wider, she dipped a finger between her dripping folds, gasping at the contact. Her other hand came up to roughly palm her breast, kneading the supple flesh. Lost in her fantasy of Martin, she jammed two fingers unceremoniously into her needy hole, pumping vigorously.

The lewd wet sounds of her fingering filled the room, joined by her increasingly loud moans of pleasure. Fuck, she thought, he probably knows exactly what I’m doing right now. The illicit thrill of her potentially getting caught only heightened her arousal. Pinching and rolling her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, Lila brought herself closer to the edge.

Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door down the hall open and close. Martin’s heavy tread approached her bedroom. Lila’s lips parted in shock, freezing with her fingers buried in her pussy. Her heart raced as she heard him pause outside her door. For a moment, she swore he was breathing heavily as well, then a loud sniff and his mercy and grace…the door clicked closed as he walked back to the bathroom.

Lila collapsed back on the bed, panting. The excitement of almost getting caught was almost too much to bear. Out of curiosity, she quietly crept to the door and pressed her ear against the wood. Her stepfather was urinating at full blast, sending jets of piss splattering against the porcelain. The sound was like music to Lila’s ears.

Treacherous juices continued to leak from her core as she ever so lightly fingered herself in the hallway, picturing Martin’s impressive cock. Deciding to be bold, she crept closer and peered through the keyhole. Her stepdad was soon bracing himself against the wall, grunting quietly as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

Lila realized he was jacking off – the same lewd act she was just lost in herself. She bit her lip, witnessing Martin bringing himself to the brink. In her lust-addled haze, she reached down to brush her fingers against the bathroom door, a sinful promise of the taboo to come.

With Martin distracted by his orgasm, Lila quietly slipped back to her room. She wriggled out of her pajama bottoms, sleeves rolled up to protect her hands. Her pussy was drenched now, absolutely dripping down her thighs. Pinching her aroused nipple with one hand, Lila roughly finger-fucked her slippery sex with the other.

Panting with anticipation, she bit her lip imagining her stepdad joining her, being the man to deflower the young, impressionable 19-year-old. Lila arched her back and shuddered as the first wave of her orgasm washed over her, juices squirting in thick ropes. She muffled her cries with her pillow, not wanting Martin to totally uncover her secret.

Pleasantly spent, Lila cleaned up and changed into a fresh pair of pussy juice soaked panties. Descending stairs in time for breakfast, she was greeted by Martin already sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, though a serene calmness seemed to wash over his weathered face.

Lila made her way into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of Joe, eyeing Martin from behind her hair. “Morning, sleep well?” She asked, winking playfully before taking a sip. Martin coughed, choking slightly on his beverage. “Yeah, it was alright, and you…?”
Lila smirked, using her free hand to casually stroke her inner thigh. “It was amazing, I napped quite well.” She replied in a sultry manner. Martin’s gaze flickered to Lila’s hand on her leg then quickly away.

The rest of the morning proceeded in awkward silence, with Lila giving Martin the occasional come hither stare over her coffee cup. Before leaving for work, Martin softly said “Lila, could we have a talk when I get back tonight?” The underlying disappointment in his tone hinted at something bigger, as if he had an inkling about her adjacent voyeurism.

Lila just nodded with an innocent expression, hiding her smirk. She definitely wanted to have that talk, though it was going to be a frank discussion on the icky reality of forbidden desires, where innocents eyes could and often do wander into gray areas, and where the savior of standards will arise once more.

Meanwhile, she turned around and returned to her room. Closing the door behind her and behind temptation only to capture it, trap and drown it in saintly seduction. But before any damaged soul hits the cheap seats and unveils some poor girl’s internal contradictions, she did, after all, put on a few grown-up pair of panties.

As the sun slowly set, Lila sat at the dining room table, listening to the sound of Martin coming through the door before she could hear his sigh of disappointment be exhaled. In an attempt to sound innocent, the nineteen-year-old pony-tailed, panty-wearing girl, scooted closer to where the thirty-year-old man was setting down his briefcase and slowly taking off his jacket and tie.

“Did you have a long day, Daddy?” She asked, while batting her large blue eyes, as if she was not the culprit of having such steamy fantasies about him while he slept next to her mother.

It was hard to see Martin’s face change from irritation to worry as his gaze pressed upon Lila, who was more or less staring at him without a care in the world as if she was being entirely coy. Her black sundress drove the impression of susceptibility, as the legs of the miniature sequins and ruffles hugged the curves and melted into a thin strap.

“Yeah, it was a long day; I calculated how you’re doing in school,” Martin admitted with a frown, before sitting down in front of his drawer and pulling it out to release the fumes that were choking his lungs in order to relieve his rage. The scent of alcohol covered the preschool poster above his desk, which reminded him that it was still his job to respect family integrity.

“I think I’ve calculated…” he continued as his brows knitted together.

“Okay, sure; how do you think I’m doing?” Lila didn’t flinch as her stepfather stared at her head-on, his face finally looking vulnerable as his dark green eyes turned into a sheet of water that was slowly leaking into the veins of his neck, which began to constrict.

She was not prepared for how Martin, although tall and athletic, suddenly looked like a musty library when he tried to check the paperwork. His strong hands seemed unsteady as he tried to hide the optics of his investigation behind the infants’ manners and books, though his eyes were still focused on her.

“Well, your math scores are a little behind.” He pointed at the calculator on his computer screen before turning back to his daughter. “What’s the story?” His eyes fixated on the delicate pink of her lips, which were still covered in lip gloss.

A sly smile finally grew on her face when she realized how nervous Martin was. Lila slowly put down her cup of milk.

“I think it’s because we’ve been overrating your scores. How about we talk about your paper in history classe…” Martin fumbled with the subject.

“We can see if you have any questions or anything you want to sit down with me and go over, I think we can get your grades up.” The thirty-year-old man cleared his throat before his voice returned to a regular tone as he suddenly became dry as palms instead of having them soaked in sweat.

“I don’t know, what’s the use of this?” She shrugged with her bare shoulders, her white straps slowly falling over her arm as steam came out of Martin’s ears, his ears tinting red, and then his entire face.

“Alright.” He stood up and pulled out a chair from the table, offering Lila to sit down on it. “Ok…” Martin pointed at the chair before looking at her midnight-blue eyes again. “Have a seat.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t feel like talking about school right now.” She shook her head, her pony tails swaying around her shoulders. “What’s the matter with you? You seem… off today dad.”

When Lila sat down, she placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands, her bare cleavage accentuated by the halter neck of her dress as she tilted her head curiously. The way her eyebrows lifted created a childish look that did not match her emotions – namely, lust.

Martin was unfazed, though when he saw her slowly pull her fingers through her hair as she pushed some of the strands behind her shoulder he felt a warm wave swallow his anger and sadness. “Lila,” he muttered, forcing a smile at her before clearing his throat again, optics bubbling with a rose luster.

“You know…” He paused, rubbing a couple of fingers over the edge of the table, his hands commence flowing again. “I love you very much.” He finally stated as if it was a massive secret.

“You know that right? Lila, listen: what happened… yesterday was just…” Martin sighed and then shook his head while arriving at a dead end in a parallel universe where this girl stops seeing him as this guy downstairs.

“Yes, I know you love me dad but… What happened yesterday?” She repeated purposefully, her lips twitching into an ambush of a smile that looked dangerously like a cat, stalking its prey as she slowly turned her head toward her stepfather.

“You were a-” “Lila, please.” Martin was already pinching the bridge of his nose. “What happened between me and your mother all day yesterday?”