Chapter 65 Vignette 60
It was the first time in two years that Mom was traveling for a business trip since marrying her new husband after the divorce from my biological dad. She'd been trying to spend more time with her handsome new partner, even arranging to work from home by taking special permission from the office.
But now, it was an emergency situation so she had to leave, trusting my stepdad to handle me like his own daughter.
However, he had other plans on how to handle me.
She had barely pulled out of the driveway when the house settled into silence. Too quiet. Too still.
I sank into the couch, remote in hand, trying to focus on the flashing images on the screen. But I could feel his presence before he even spoke.
“You’re not watching that boring thing, are you?” his voice came from behind, teasing.
I shrugged. “It’s better than listening to the fridge hum.”
He chuckled and dropped beside me with the kind of casual ease that made the couch shift under our combined weight. It was innocent—on the surface. But something in the way he looked at me lingered a beat too long. His arm brushed mine. Lightly. But was it deliberately?
We started playing one of those dumb guessing games, like we used to when I was younger. It was familiar.
What wasn't familiar was the way he poked my side, and I flinched. Then I laughed. Then he did it again. A little longer this time. His fingers pressed, and when I twisted to stop him, his hand landed on my hip. He didn’t move it right away.
I went still.
A flush crept into my face, my throat tightening. I couldn’t tell if the electricity racing down my spine was panic or something more confusing.
I gave a forced laugh and shifted away. “Okay, okay. You win,” I said, hoping it sounded normal. Hoping my voice didn’t shake.
He smiled. But something unreadable flickered in his eyes.
Suddenly, I felt tired. Like I needed sleep right away.
I yawned and stretched, “Dad, I'll be in my room now. I need some sleep.”
“I could give you a pat till you sleep… if you would like.”
I smiled, “Really?”
He nodded, his eyes barely dull. The smile he had on his face seemed genuine but I couldn't tell what was really behind it.
“Okay then, you can join in.”
I yawned again and walked sluggishly to my room with him striding behind me.
I landed heavily on the bed, the cozy sheets cuddling me in.
“Do you need me to bolt the door?”
“You can if you want. There is no one at home after all.” I said innocently, clueless on how much it stirred him up.
I heard the door click shut and then his footsteps walking towards me.
He sat and the mattress dipped right beside me.
“A gentle massage on my shoulder will help me fall asleep quickly.” I said, my voice low and quiet.
He shifted so close his knees touched beside my waist and for a beat long, my breath paused. I had no idea why but it did.
Then his hands grazed my back lightly and finally landed on my shoulders. He pressed his fingers to it and massaged gently—so gentle that I gasped at how relaxing it felt.
He shifted his hands to my neck and massaged a spot. My eyes literally shut close, my breathing unsteady.
“Ohh daddy, you're so good at this,” my voice was so soft it nearly sounded like I was moaning.
But he added a little more pressure and I moaned—literally, slowly drifting off to sleep.
But then his voice interrupted.
“Turn around.”
I didn't hesitate, I turned around and shifted myself to the nearest pillow where I rested my head and closed my eyes again.
He massaged my feet with so much expertise I nearly asked about his past jobs. Maybe at some point he was a masseur and that would probably explain the how of what he was doing to me.
My blood ran cold. My nerves were calm. But my heartbeat rose each time he took his hands upward.
Now he was massaging my thighs, probably feeling the warmth of my skin
My breath hitched as he continued to shift his hand until it was between my thighs, just below my panties.
I could have stopped him but I didn't. I couldn't even if I wanted to. His hands were nearly magical and I couldn't resist.
He pulled out his hand just as it lightly grazed my psy like he was reserving the moment for a bit later.
I bit my lips, my eyes still closed.
Then he straddled me and put his hands on my shoulder again, massaging and shifting his hands slowly downward.
I felt his warm fingers on my chest but not for long.
His hands continued to shift until it was right on my boobs.
My eyes quickly opened and my gaze landed on his eyes then down at where his hands were.
“Relax, Sophie. I'm giving you a treat.”
My mouth opened but not even a word came out of it. Only gasps.
He started kneading my breasts, “don't worry you'll do just fine. I'm here to take care of you and that is exactly what I'm doing.”
“Daddy, are you sure about this?”
“trust me,” he said, nodding.
And as if kneading them from my clothes weren't enough, he lifted my shirt and slid his hands under it, the warmth of his fingers was a slight contrast from the heat emitting my skin.
His hands landed on the bare skin of my breasts and he squeezed it over and over again. I could hear the sound of his breathing—unsteady now.
“Tell me, Sophie, have you done anything like this before?” He asked softly, still kneading.
I gasped, “yeah, a couple of times. But none of them felt this good.”
His lips curved into a smile, “I’m glad I made you feel good. I've been wanting to do this for two years.”
I chuckled. But my expression shifted almost immediately as I started moaning.
Then he got off me. He shifted my legs apart and touched my psy once before shifting my panties to one side.
His thumb grazed my psy lips and a small satisfactory smile played on his lips after feeling how wet I was.
But he didn't go further.
To my surprise, he covered my body and climbed off the bed.
I watched him, surprised.
“I have one whole week to be with you whenever I want. But for now, have a good rest because I won't go easy when you wake up,” he said.