Page 4 of Easter Daddy

“I don’t think so,” I say to her. “I’m sorry, sweetie. But I had a great time with you. I hope you enjoyed it, too. Bye!”

“Bye,” she says sadly. Dejected, she walks away, her mother’s hand on her back. I almost call them back, telling her mother that I can nanny her. But I remember what Liam told me.

Why am I listening to that? This year isn’t about a resumé or any career-related stuff. It’s about me finding myself. Yet I can’t bring myself to go against his advice. I don’t call the girl or her mother back.

As I stand there, I lock eyes with him again. I want to look away but I can’t and once more, I find myself having wayward thoughts. But this time, they go beyond an innocent crush.

I want to fuck him. I want him to take me back to the barn, bend me over a bale of hay, and fuck me until I’m begging him to let me come.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I turn my back to him, scared he might read my thoughts. My panties are already soaked, and I rub my thighs together. I’ve never felt this way about anyone ever. I’ve always prided myself on being level-headed. Now, I’m here in front of my stepbrother, having filthy fantasies.

But I can’t have that.

I can’t have him. It would be wrong.

It’s forbidden.

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LIAM

Ever since I saw her yesterday, I can’t stop thinking about her.

She’s beautiful. Absolutely fucking stunning, with a body I want to explore with my hands and mouth. I keep imagining her naked, which feels so wrong considering her age.

I’m twice her age and way too jaded for her. Maybe it’s just my hormones talking to me, trying to justify fucking her. I shouldn’t be trying to justify it at all. I should be ashamed of myself and partly, I am.

It’s 2 a.m. and I can’t sleep. I have a raging erection, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I have work in a few hours. Even after a 30-minute cold shower and endless tossing and turning, I’m still stuck here, hard and horny for my fucking stepsister.

If I’m being honest, it’s so damn difficult to not be attracted to her. She’s perfect, so perfect. Before meeting her, I was totally fine growing old alone. I mean, I had an empire to run. But now… Shit.

I want her. I want her in my bed, in my home, sharing a life together.

“Fuck’s sake,” I grunt, getting out of bed. Maybe walking around the house will help. I definitely can’t go on the road with this boner, so I’m stuck in here. Luckily, I don’t have a live-in helper, so I don’t have to worry about going downstairs and scaring the shit out of anyone with my very obvious boner.

With a sigh, I head to the kitchen and grab a glass. I pour myself some whiskey and toss it back, wincing at the burn and waiting for a bit of relief to wash over me.

It never does.

“Oh, fuck me,” I hiss in annoyance.

I guess it’s either a cold shower or my right hand. I don’t have that much of a choice unless I want to show up to work with a hard-on and scare the living daylights out of my secretary. I won’t think of her, though. I won’t think of Lily.

I sit on my large bed, my hand brushing against the soft cotton of the comforter before going to my sweatpants. My hand palms my dick through the front of the pants before I pull them down, letting my large cock spring free.

It’s hard, throbbing, and ready. I spit on my hand and rub it all over my staff. I close my eyes and my imagination immediately conjures Lily’s face.

No, no, no. I cannot be thinking of her right now. It’s wrong.

Why? It’s not like you’re actually fucking her.

No. I can’t….

But it would feel so good if I did.

The problem with thinking of her right now is that thinking that can lead to other things. Other more sinful things, like actually making a move on her. Actually trying to fuck her.

Make love to her….

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