BLAZING INFERNO: Step Dad's Mine

At this point, their desires can't be tamed.

It rained an ocean that night, and there were thunder-claps the sound of a disaster. As usual, it was the two of them at home, and with the fear that they might get swept away before morning, he was literally in front of her door to check up on her -- or so he made himself believe. Or was he suppose to admit that he's had her on his mind all through the day?

And he's been on her mind as well, so the sound of his knuckles on the door sprung her up from the bed as if she was called to receive the best gift nature has ever offered. By now she knew how he smelled, and she could perceive his scent even with the door between them.

She opened the door with bright eyes, like the moon that seldom graced them that night, putting on her best smile, and he was mesmerized for oblivion.

He looked deeply into her blue eyes as his breath swelled in his chest. She'd washed her hair and had it dried, and he loved that they were moist and dark. When she blinked, she looked like a doll, and he considered her adorable, like something he could look at all day without getting tired.

A bead of sweat streamed down her forehead, and strangely, he desired to sweep it off with his tongue. To kiss her on everywhere that mattered, but he held still, staring like a man whose purpose was yet to be defined. But he watched as it dropped onto the slope of her breast and crawled down under her dress.

She was in a red night dress, and he could see all that she held private behind the reflection of her dress. Her breasts were small and desirable. Her nipples stood erect as if calling for his hands. But at that moment, he knew to keep them in his side pockets, only to bite his thighs deeply in them.

She swallowed hard, disappointedly. She could feel that he wanted her, but she couldn't figure out why he had to go through the stress of denying his feelings when he could just take her right there and then. And what if he was her stepfather? Isn't all fair in war and love?

"You're still awake," he said, determined to have a conversation, obviously to keep his eyes away from lusting over her luscious body.

"It's barely 8 pm."

"Really?" He said and chuckled forcefully. He was looking everywhere but her face.

She sighed exasperatedly. "Look, Ethan, if you're not going to fuck me, then just leave my room."

The utterance from her came as a dazzle and it left him speechless. He knew he wanted her. Gosh, even the way she said those words aroused his carnal desires, but if he were to succumb to this, then defining their relationship afterward would be harder to do.

"Alethia, I'm...I'm..."

"Are you going to do it or not?"

"You know this is not right. You're not even meant to be asking me for that."

"Why are you even here, Ethan?"

"Aleth! I'm your stepfather, yeah?"

"Oh, scratch that. You can keep telling yourself that if it helps you sleep better at night."

He sighed deeply. "I'm just looking out for you."

She shrugged. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine. So if you'll please leave."

She opened the door and saw him out with her eyes staring at his face, but he dared not reciprocate the gaze, lest he get pulled into her arms and do as she desired for them. That he had feelings for her, he already considered abominable, and he knew he might not forgive himself if he took another step further toward her. But fighting his feelings was a lot harder than he'd planned.

He traipsed out of the room and Daisy slammed the door in his face immediately. She leaned on the door and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she had just asked his stepfather for sex, but it was high time she made her desire known anyway.

But beyond her desire, she didn't want anything to come between them. He was her companion, the only person who's ever listened to her since her father died, and the only person who's ever offered a shoulder she could cry on. Unlike her mother who was hardly ever around.

She should make amends with him tonight, she thought. Leaving the issue till the next day would mean an awkward morning around him, and she wasn't sure she could bear that burden.

On opening the door, she was startled by his presence, still standing right where she slammed the door in his face. His blue eyes had become relatively clear, and his face looked eager. With the rising and falling level of his chest, as he breathed with urgency, she could feel something was up with him, and it rather made her worried.

"Ethan, are you okay? She said, stepping towards him. On an impulse, he grabbed her and smashed his lips on hers as if he had to do that before he could change his mind.

She didn't resist. It was what she had always desired. So she opened her mouth and let him explore her, matching their desires on the same ground. And when he grabbed her further to himself and carried her into the room, she let her body loose and wrapped her legs around him...

But they didn't have sex that night.