Here's the first part of a new (five part) series for you. This one is a bit softer than my my other posts this month. But while the tone is lighter, some of the themes are quite dark - mostly focused on the sexual tension between the two main characters and the temptations they're struggling with...

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Part 1

“OK, but you’ve got to promise me - no recording and no screen shots…” Molly bites her lip and looks at Tyler’s gorgeous face on her phone screen.

“On my life, Mol – you know you can trust me…”

He’s right, she does trust him.

She steals a nervous glance at the living room door behind her. It’s been a while since Adrian went out for groceries, but she’s sure she’ll hear his truck coming down the street before he gets close to the house. They should have time…

Her body is screaming at her, everything south of her tummy pulsing and hot. Molly can feel her plump, needy pussy pressed between her thighs, everything tightly bound in somewhat moist yoga pants.

Her body swiftly wins the battle against her mind’s appeal for caution… It was never a fair fight, to be honest.

Balancing her phone on the armrest of the couch, Molly checks the angle to make sure Tyler can still see, tilting her ass to slide leggings and her damp G-string out from under her butt. Clothing bunched by her ankles, she slowly lifts her legs to give Tyler a good view of the hot, sticky mess his dirty texts have made of her.

“Oh God, baby-girl… You look incredible…” His awestruck whisper sends something surging through her, gasping now, pulse hammering in her throat.

Reaching round the wide swell of smooth thighs, Molly’s fingers hunt for all her slick, throbbing places… Eyes closed, she teases, letting her touch inch closer and closer to where she truly wants it. When she finally lets fingertips brush her clit, she can’t help but whimper with longing, Tyler’s groans driving her on.

Molly can hear how wet she is, sliding fingers between her opening and her clit – moaning when she gives in and starts circling that sweetly pulsing point. At long last, the pent-up needs of her body are being met. A perfect ache beginning to build beneath the gentle work of her fingers, stoked by the horny audience watching on.

“Ummm… Excuse me?!” She hears the unmistakable bass-rumble of her stepfather behind her, followed by a nervous cough and the shuffle of his heavy boots on the hardwood floor.

“Fuck… Call you later.” Tyler’s panicked response matches her own racing thoughts and thundering pulse...

Called ended, his face disappears from her phone, leaving just her X-rated reflection in the darkened screen – that and Adrian’s exasperated look of shock from over by the door… Molly scrambles to cover herself, afraid to turn around and face his judgement.

This is so fucking embarrassing… She wishes the earth would just open up and swallow her – anything to escape this situation.

Cheeks burning, she pushes a cushion between her legs and twists around to face her furious-looking stepdad, ready to fight fire with fire…

“Fuck’s sake, Ade! Can you knock or something?”

The big man’s derisive snort tells her exactly what he thinks of that…

“Get yourself decent and join me in the kitchen… We need to talk, Molly.” The booming command in his tone sends a shiver down her spine and lights her face on fire. Any hope she had of toughing this out fading quickly.

Fighting the most exquisite discomfort, she pulls underwear and tight leggings back up thick thighs. Biting her lip and digging her nails into her palm to try and quell her arousal - anything to distract from the engorged throbbing she’d welcomed so sweetly moments earlier.

Adrian doesn’t look up when she opens the kitchen door, giving his full attention to preparing the coffee maker for a fresh pot.

Molly flounces over to one of the stools facing the breakfast bar, sitting with a sigh loud enough to draw his stare, eyebrows raised while he considers his response to her bratty attitude.

She watches while he opens a fresh bag of ground coffee from the store, strong hands and muscled forearms tensing briefly before they tear through the seal. The fresh, citrusy aroma of his favorite blend filling the small, bright kitchen quickly, mixing pleasantly with the cedar and sandalwood cologne he always wears.

“I know it’s hard at the moment, the two of us cooped up together in the house.” He rumbles, attention fixed on the coffee maker once more. “But we’ve got no choice right now, Mol – whilst the Governor’s got this ‘shelter in place’ order in force, we’re stuck with each other.”

He pushes the button on the coffee maker and turns to look at her again, intense blue stare erasing any of her remaining swagger.

By the time he braces himself against the countertop opposite, those big arms flexing, all her brattiness has evaporated. She feels like a naughty child in front of his towering physicality - as far removed as possible from the fiercely independent twenty year-old who’d planned to be in college this year… At least until this new pandemic ruined all that.

“Thing is, Mol,” He continues in a low tone, expression hard and flat. “I don’t give a shit what you and Tyler do in the privacy of your room.” A hint of menace now, and swelling volume.

“But I need you to respect some boundaries… That while you’re staying in my house, I can trust you not to be half naked on the couch, jerking off in the middle of the fucking day!”

She lowers her head instinctively as he airs his frustration, taken aback by the power in his big frame, his presence near overwhelming.

“I’m sorry Ade, I just…”

“Yeah, yeah,” He cuts her off, giving a resigned sigh… that energy dissipating, broad shoulders sagging.

Calmer now, he continues in a softer tone. “Look, I know you were just trying to blow off some steam. God knows, I…” Adrian trails off, looking down at his hands gripping the countertop – knuckles white.

“Christ… How am I gonna explain this to your Mom….” He murmurs, half to himself.

Molly’s head snaps up, panic spiking.

“Whoa, No… No – you can’t seriously be thinking of telling Mom about this?! Ade, c’mon – you know how worried she is about everything right now. If she thinks there are problems here…” She tails off when he starts to nod… He knows full well.

Molly’s mom had left to look after Nana Parker as soon as the elderly woman’s test result had come back positive. Knowing all too well how bad things might get if she didn’t look after her late husband’s eccentric mother…

Fiercely libertarian, Nana P had developed some funny habits since Dad’s death six years ago. Many of these were harmless – for instance: hunting the grey squirrels that bounced through her yard in the early morning and preserving their tails for her collection. Weird? Yes. A threat to her safety? No...

Some of her habits were far more concerning though – such as her steadfast refusal to pay into any medical insurance policy whilst a pandemic was raging across the country…

Mom had paid for the test, knowing she’d have to nurse Nana P through this if the worst were confirmed. The two women had coped well when it seemed like symptoms were improving, but a turn for the worse in the last couple of days had strained the relationship… The last thing mom needed right now was anything else to worry about. Especially something like this…

“You know I don’t like keeping things from her…” Adrian sighs, studying Molly’s face - blue glare scanning her features whilst her heart pounds in her chest. “But you’re right… She doesn’t need this right now.” Her stepdad stares at her, ferocious intensity making her a little dizzy now. “Just promise me, no more sex stuff in the living room, yeah?”

“Cross my heart,” She mumbles, throat tight.

The snap of the coffee machine shutting off saves her from further scrutiny, drawing Adrian’s attention away. She’s grateful he can’t see her legs trembling underneath the counter top.

“Are we OK?” She asks, tentatively. “Only I wanted to fit in a quick shower before dinner, so…”

He looks up from pouring coffee into his goofy 80s Batman mug. “OK, don’t be long though – I got us some nice steaks.” Flashing her a big grin - “And some of those curly fries I know you like.”

She smiles back warmly, grateful for the gesture. Truth is, she isn’t bothered in the slightest about what fries they have with dinner – but she’d commented once at a family BBQ three years ago that she liked the curly fries he’d served and it had kind of become their thing. She likes it though… It’s sweet he always brings it up.

The fact he’s mentioned it means they’re friends again in his eyes.

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With the shower head raining steaming water onto the back of her neck, Molly looks at the swirling torrent making its way to the drain, reflecting on what the two of them are in her eyes.

Not for the first time, she wishes the answer to that question was a simple one…

In her defence, she’s only ever known Adrian as an adult – Molly living with Nana Parker through her late teens when Adrian starting dating mom after dad’s death. She’d visited them regularly but had rarely spent more than a few hours in his company. Other than being aware of how attractive he was, she really hadn’t thought any more about him – just happy when they married that mom had found someone she really liked.

That had all changed in senior year, when Molly had realized that trying to study for exams with a crazy squirrel lady for a housemate might not be the surest path to success. To his credit, Adrian had been only too happy at mom’s suggestion that Molly stay with them at the townhouse, though she was sure he hadn’t imagined her hanging around quite this long after graduation…

It hadn’t happened overnight; these feelings, the fantasies… More of a slow burn that had built into something darker and more intense. Wanting him close, wanting to touch him. Playing with this power he seemed to have over her – desire peaking whenever she imagined pleasing him.

The dreams where he’d been fucking her had been the last straw, pushing her to search out various online forums and help groups, desperate to find some support – something to put these feelings back in their box.

What she’d found instead… was Tyler.

Both mom and Adrian believed Tyler was her boyfriend, but the truth was far less wholesome. She and Tyler had an arrangement of sorts… Each facilitating the other’s step-cest kink.

Molly would roleplay Tyler’s elder stepsister Kim, keeping her hair short to match the style of the androgenous tomboy smiling in the photos Tyler had sent. Mol was much curvier than the woman in those pictures, but she’d bind her boobs and wear loose fitting pants to try and preserve the illusion whenever she was in character.  

For his part, Tyler would play Adrian – not physically, he was far too slight and pretty to be convincing for that. Instead, he’d send her dirty texts and voice notes pretending to be her stepdad – all the filthy things he’d have her do… Standing under the stream of hot water from the shower, Molly recalled the exchange that had her stripping off eagerly on the couch earlier, desperate to touch herself for him.

Tyler had this amazing ability to tap into her fevered desires. He’d realised early on that her thing for Adrian was an extension of an underlying desire to please, peppering replies to her messages and photos with ‘good girl’ and other little encouragements.

Tyler’s earlier texts had been no exception, describing a fantasy of Molly taking Adrian’s cock in her mouth, hand stroking her hair before he held her jaw and went deeper  – all to softly worded murmurs of encouragement… “That’s it, Mol, that’s my good girl…”

She cums quickly in the shower, slumping forward against the tiles as her knees buckle, quietly moaning at the sweet release her fingers have brought. Water trickling down the cool ceramic and over her face. She wishes her huge stepfather was here under the shower with her now, rough hands grabbing her hips while he fucks her needy pussy – filling her...

This is her problem – every time she chases down her orgasm, every time she achieves a physical release with these fantasies, the need never leaves her. It stays, growing hotter and more intense – a pressure within that scares her, trapped with nowhere to go…

“I can’t go on like this…” She whispers to herself once she can breathes normally again.

“What am I gonna do?”

Thank you for reading! Feedback, as ever, is always welcome :) Part 2 available here...