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“Thanks,” I murmur. “But how about you, Jet? How are things at home?”

The handsome boy shrugs.

“They’re good. I still live with my folks but I’m moving out soon.”

“Oh, me too!” I exclaim brightly. “I mean, I’m still living at home with my stepdad, Bart, but I won’t be moving out. We’re just getting by at the moment, so it’s cheaper to share living quarters.”

Jet stirs his milkshake with his straw and frowns.

“Really? You’re still living with your stepdad?”

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“Yes,” I say in a firm tone. “Bart was laid off recently so money’s tight. Actually, I’m covering the rent with what I earn at Tootsie’s, and while your dad pays well, the hourly wage isn’tthatamazing. It’s not going to pay for an apartment or anything.”

Jet nods.

“But Bart’s not your real dad, right?”

I nod.

“That’s right. My mom married him when I was in middle school. But you know what happened. Sharon passed away from the Big C, and Bart was kind enough to let me continue staying with him, even though we’re not blood relatives. He’s a nice guy.”

Jet looks thoughtful, his eyes far away for a moment.

“He’s nice, huh?”

I pause for a moment.

“Who, my stepdad? Yes, he’s very nice. Why are you asking?”

Jet shrugs.

“Let’s just say that people around Hartsville gossip, and Bart Cranston has a reputation around town.”

I gasp, shocked. But then I lean forward and pin the young man with my gaze.

“What reputation? Why, what are people saying?”

Jet shrugs, his chestnut hair flopping over his forehead.

“They say your stepdad’s a hound dog that’s all. And that he likes them young. As intooyoung.”

I pause for a moment. There’s some truth to those words because during high school, my stepdad dated a couple women who were younger than him. Okay, quite a bit younger. The last one was probably only in her early 20’s, but Pamelaseemedolder because she had a job as a bank teller. She was responsible and very with it. Plus, she wore her hair in a bun at the nape of her neck, and only mature ladies do that!

Nonetheless, I fix my date with a look.

“You know, I don’t know what people are saying about my stepfather, but whatever it is, it’s malicious and untrue. It’s not a crime to date younger women,” I say in a lofty tone. “As far as I know, Bart hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Except what he just did with you, the voice in my head whispers. Your liaison with him is definitely taboo.

But I push the voice out of my head and merely fix Jet with a look.

“Who are you hearing these rumors from anyways?”

The young man shrugs, his letter jacket crinkling along the shoulders.

“My dad,” he says in a casual tone. “And you know my dad. He owns half a dozen businesses in Hartsville, so he hears everything.”

“Well, not everything people say is true,” I manage in a tight voice. “I know for a fact that my stepdad is an upstanding guy, and I have no idea why people have been talking smack behind his back.”

Jet throws me a long look.

“Maybe it’s because he’s living off of you, Christy. I mean, how many grown men depend on their stepdaughters to put a roof over their heads? Does he confiscate your paychecks the minute you get home? Are they direct deposited into his account, and not yours?”

I gasp, shocked.

“No! I keep my money and Bart would never do something like what you just described. Besides, this is just a temporary situation,” I say in a tight voice. “We’ll be out of Sunset Views in no time. Bart has worked hard his whole life, and he only got laid off recently, so give the man a chance!”

Jet merely shrugs.

“Well, my dad says-”

That’s it. I’ve had it with this date. Stiffly, I stand up from the booth, my demeanor icy and expression frozen.

“You know what? I’m not feeling so great tonight,” I say in a fake voice. “It must be the milkshakes. I’m lactose intolerant, and I forgot to bring my lactose pills. Sorry about that. I better go. You have a good time at the movie, okay?”

Then, before Jet can say anything, I run out of the diner and flee to my car. After all, I know who’s been spreading these horrific lies about my stepdad it’s probably John Elliston himself, Jet’s father. I hate how one man has so much power in our small town, and it seems very petty and childish to do what he’s doing. Yet, I have to find some way to deal with it because Bart means so much to me … and my dirty liaison with the man of the house has only just begun.

Christy

Iwake the next morning to something warm and wet lapping at my asshole.

“Oh!” I exclaim, my eyes flying open. “Goodness!”

“Hold still, baby,” a dark voice murmurs from behind me. “Just doing an inspection, like we agreed upon.”

I clutch a pillow to my chest, barely able to breathe because last night, I came home from my date with Jet incensed. I was ready to tell my stepfather all the nasty things Jet said, but instead, the trailer was already dark and the man of the house was asleep in bed. Instead of unleashing my fury, instead, I climbed into bed next to Bart and curled myself around that massive form. His body heat was soothing, and within minutes, I’d drifted off.

But now, the morning’s come with a vengeance and evidently Bart hasn’t forgotten his promise to inspect my pussy and ass after every date.

“Let me just get in a little deeper,” he murmurs against my bottom flesh. “Relax, baby. Let your sphincter go, and I promise it’ll feel good.”

Oh my god, this is so wrong! I’m on my side, with a pillow clutched to my big breasts, and I’m completely nude. How did I even get naked like this? I distinctly remember keeping my panties on when I slipped into bed beside my stepfather last night, but now, those panties are in a crumpled heap on the floor, and the big man has his head down by my bottom, gently holding my buttocks apart while breathing onto my pleated pucker.

“You’re beautiful,” he hums. “Absolutely gorgeous, Christy.”

Then, as promised, Bart kisses my back door before gently snaking his tongue into my rectum. Oooh, that feels good! I twist and moan as he ass-fucks me with his tongue, enjoying the slip and slide of his clever mouth.

“Mmm,” he breathes. “You’re definitely still an anal virgin.”

Then, he lifts my upper leg higher, and gently moves his mouth to the gushing wetness of my pussy. The man of the house sucks deep from my creaming hole before sliding his tongue inside to glide gently against my hymen.

“Yes, still a pussy virgin too,” he groans. “Your hymen’s intact. Fuck, you’re sweet.”

All this sensuality has me teetering on the edge already, and with a deep, throaty moan, I come. I throw the pillow away from myself and twist my nipples with my fingers, corkscrewing off the hard tips. Then, my entire body bursts into flames and I scream as my pussy and ass convulse violently.

“Daddy!” I shriek. “Mmm, god!”

“That’s it,” Bart growls from between my thighs. “Goddamn, you taste good.”

The alpha male is hungrily licking at both my ass and pussy as the two holes spasm and clench, my climax like a tsunami. Stars spin before my eyes, and I scream again as he takes my clit into his mouth, gently tickling the bottom of it before settling in for a deep suckle.

“Oooh!” I cry out. “Oh oh oh!”

Finally, however, I float down from my reverie and collapse in a heap, sated and sweating on the mattress.