My Second Family by FighterJet.KB
Discover an intimate journey in 'My Second Family' by FighterJet.KB, an erotic sex story that delves into passion, desire, and taboo connections. Explore the complexities of love and lust as unexpected relationships unfold in this thrilling narrative. Click to read more!<br/>
My first attempt at erotica, so don’t criticize me too harshly! I loved wiriting this story and was super wet the entire time. I had to fight the urge to play with myself, haha. Clair is a young and somewhat stuck-up college student living with one of her best friends and her family. She knows “Dad” has been peeping, so finally she decides to say something and his reaction is the last thing she expected. At this point, it doesn’t matter what she may or may not want… , I was starting college, fresh out of high-school and barely eighteen. My family lived out of town, about a half hour commute to the school. I couldn’t afford a car nor would I be able to afford the gas, my friend and her family invited me to live with them.
Sarah had always been there for me, even if I hadn’t always been available to her. Her and her family treated me like I was their own. They often took me to dinner, out to see movies, even to really expensive concerts that I would have never been able to experience without them. I did love them, but being the loner I was I hardly ever gave Sarah the time of day. Regardless I felt enough for them all that I called Sarah my sister and referred to her parents as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’.
Two months in and I was bored out of my mind. Sarah and I shared a room and she was home the majority of the time. I constantly felt myself catering to their every whim and need as none of them did much, aside from her hard working dad. My classes didn’t offer me much excitement. No one really talked to me, not that I would usually mind that, but I had been curious about college parties and adventures. However I was stuck with my old friends from high school, mostly boys.
Out of our small group I had probably slept with a third of the men and two of the girls. I was always careful and knew better, but I’m often horny and bored and we all know what happens when those two are combined.
The past week I was hiding from my friends. They were all as broke as I was and therefore useless, because none of them were good enough to fuck sober. So for the most part I did homework, listened to music, and watched shows on Netflix (which is obviously the devil at work).
For the first time in a while Sarah, mom and her brother (Chuck) were all gone. Sarah and mom were on a mother-daughter bonding mission and Chuck was at his lousy fast-food job. Did I forget to mention that both of these kids are in their twenties and still living at home? Anyhow, I had done about everything I could do with Sarah gone. I cleaned my side of the room, I went through all my clothes and my poor lingerie that I never got to wear any more and even painted my nails.
A hot bath sounded nice. I stripped myself down and pulled on my silky black robe, a present I had received from one of my male friends that got too attached (which happens more often than I’d like to admit). I headed to the bathroom. Charles, the man I refer to as Dad, was in the living room. He peeked up over the newspaper. It was a little odd, I don’t think I’ve ever been alone with him before. Then again, he was usually pretty busy. I gave a small smile and he returned it, then hid back behind his paper.
I was in the bathtub for maybe twenty minutes just relaxing then spent the next twenty minutes doing my beauty routine. Shaving my legs and lady parts, exfoliating with my own concoction making my skin smooth as a baby’s butt, and then began the process of applying lotion all over myself. I dried and brushed my hair and spritzed myself with some of my favorite perfume (another gift), simply because it relaxed me. Finally I was fit for a good night out, except I had no where to go.
Exiting the bathroom I ran into Charles. I apologized, he only chuckled. I noticed him glancing repeatedly at my chest. My robe had loosened and one of my breasts was exposed. I blushed and tightened it quickly enough. “I’m so sorry,” apologizing again I could feel just how hot and red my face was. “That’s ok, Clair.” He hushed out. Charles was the nicest man I knew, but I had no doubt that he was a pervert. He was always glancing at me when I was wearing this short robe, or my tiny pj bottoms, or even when I was dressed in my revealing and tight fitting party clothes.
I awkwardly slid between him and the wall and went to the room. I sighed with relief that Sarah wasn’t back, because then I’d have to explain why I looked the way I did. I couldn’t help to feel a bit excited. I guess I had always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I loved the idea of people looking at my naked body, watching me play with myself or others. I felt myself contract slightly and I knew exactly what I’d do to cure my boredom.
I leaned against the door and ran my hands across my hips and then to my lady parts. My crotch was hot and slightly moist. I let out a tiny whine as I ran my finger over my clitoris. I was really horny, I wanted to be fucked so badly. I began rummaging thru my black bin next to my bed and pulled out my favorite vibrator. It was very realistic at 6″, a pale flesh color and extremely soft. The tip was curved up and I loved when it would rub against my g-spot.
I had just sat down and spread my lips with one hand, rubbing my clitoris with the toy using my other hand when the door opened. “Clair, I made us some dinner-” Charles looked up and just stared for a moment. I didn’t know what to do, when the teenager in me kicked in. “Get out!” I screamed, scrambling for my blanket and attempting to cover my naked body. “Oh, I’m so sorry… Yes, right away..” He shyly left the room, his glasses fogged up and his cheeks flush. I’m not sure if I was more freaked out or turned on… Of course until the anger hit me. He did that on purpose! I know he did, at least he must have.
In my rage I pulled my tiny robe back on and stormed out of the room. Charles was in the kitchen, staring down into the sink and washing dishes as if nothing had happened. I calmed myself, remembering that this was his house, he was allowing me to live here rent free and also that he was the nicest man ever. I slowed down and quietly stepped into the kitchen. He looked up, entirely calm with that honest smile on his face as usual.
“Listen Charles,” I began, knowing something needed to be said, but wishing I had thought it over more first. “I do appreciate you letting me stay here, but we have to set some boundaries.” I crossed my arms over my chest, uncomfortable as he just stood there and stared. “I know you peep at me and it’s just not okay. I’m your daughter’s best friend… I call you Dad!” I bit my lip and looked away. He was just so quiet and kept on smiling. “I… I … I just need a bit of privacy is all.” I looked up at him, he didn’t move. I nodded and turned around, extremely uncomfortable. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mrs. Rite…”
Mr. Rite suddenly began to chuckle. First it was quiet and then grew into a bellowing laugh. My eyes grew wide and I stared at him. Was this funny to him? “You sure are a confident little bitch,” my jaw dropped. I have never been so shocked by something in my entire life. “I don’t care if you tell Margret, go right ahead. She won’t give a damn, because she has no where else to go and no one else to take care of her.” He was probably right about that, but I certainly had never expected something so wrong to come from his mouth. He took a step toward me. I was frozen where I stood.