Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 1 by MadeToFit
Discover the seductive allure of 'Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter 1' by MadeToFit. Dive into this captivating erotic sex story where desire meets romantic tension. Unveil the hidden passions and steamy encounters that redefine love and intimacy. Perfect for fans seeking tantalizing narratives. Read more now!<br/>
Note: all characters depicted are over the age of 18.As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality. , Phil made his way briskly along the dark street, hands plunged deep into his pockets against the harsh wind. On the cusp of his thirty-fifth year, Phil was still an attractive man, at 5’10 and broad-shouldered. His brown hair framed a face that was only slightly beginning to show the wear of years of manual labour. It’d now been three years since he’d first spotted Sadie during a hazy stag night out with his builder mates. Something about the way her glossy lips shone that night and her flirtatious nature trapped him right there. A few drinks later and they were sharing an impatient fumbling taxi ride back to his place. She inevitably stayed the night at his, and somehow, Phil was never quite sure how, but she’d never really left. Brief visits over to his turned into longer visits and then, even without it really being discussed or agreed upon, she was moving her stuff in.
Normally Phil would’ve objected quite vigorously to this turn of events. He’d been an enthusiastic bachelor for as long as he could remember, and it wasn’t in his style to just let a casual fling turn into something more permanent. But Sadie could cook, the sex had been explosive to start with, and, most importantly, she brought Kiara with her. Kiara was Sadie’s thirteen year old daughter and ever since the first day she’d wandered shyly into Phil’s place, a rucksack of her meagre belongings on her back, suddenly something in the whole crazy set-up made sense. Her ash blonde hair bounced off of her shoulders as she walked, her stunning turquoise eyes shining brightly whenever she smiled. She had soft, slightly tanned clear skin and Phil couldn’t help wondering where she’d inherited her curvy toned body and ample breasts from.
All of that was now a few years ago, and although Phil had no problem playing the dutiful stepfather, he did notice his feelings gradually changing towards the teenage girl. As the relationship with her mother inevitably became ever more turbulent, and his lust for her waned dramatically, his appreciation for Kiara rocketed. By now she’d grown a couple of inches taller, become more confident in her attitude and her chest was quickly filling out to a 34D cup size. {Phil was pretty sure she hadn’t noticed his long lingering glances at her when she stepped unsuspecting from the bathroom in just a towel, her burgeoning soft cleavage on show, her voice tinkling as she greeted him good morning. He’d often lie awake in bed at night, picturing himself in the next room lying beside the sexy girl instead. What he wouldn’t give to sneak out from next to her frumpy mother and slip under her covers next to her, feeling her firm young body against his.
Not only were Phil’s intentions spiralling out of his own control, there was also now Jake to consider. Jake was Kiara’s new boyfriend, and had been for the last few weeks. Phil knew it was only something adolescent and experimental between them, but some strange bitter jealousy seemed to grip him whenever she brought him up, or talked about meeting him, with that misty far-away look in her eye. Sadie positively encouraged her nubile young daughter’s new relationship, but Phil was trying to exorcise his power to stop things from getting ‘out of hand’. He knew that the pair was probably up to all sorts whilst they were around at Jake’s place and it drove him mad. Whenever the subject was touched upon, the usually conservative Phil suddenly became incredibly moralistic and up-tight, often dropping heavy hints to the young girl about the dangers of sex before marriage and pregnancy, practically lecturing her about it.
This week Phil had been left in charge of everything at home. Sadie had announced last Friday that she was off to her sister’s for the week: Something she generally did when she needed ‘space’ from the relationship and its heated arguments. Ever since her departure, he’d been spending his evenings after work out in the pub, drinking himself stupid and grabbing take away dinners for him and Kiara before coming home. Tonight though there was no stopping off for food. Phil staggered on with large but unsteady strides towards his home, angry intention gleaming in his blue eyes. He still wore his grubby overalls and button-up casual shirt from work, his cuffs still open from the pub. He turned up the path and raced up to the front door, extracting a fist to punch down on the door-handle. The early spring evening was freezing, yet his cheeks were practically glowing. “Kiara!” he barked out, slightly slurred.
Kicking his work boots off, he ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He thumped on her door, then unceremoniously pushed it open, coming in and breathing hard. “You in here?” He looked blearily in and there she was, sitting up in her bed, her clear eyes skimming over a book resting on her knees. She was already changed for bed, in a long t shirt, blue push up bra and matching lace panties with short white Cotton shorts. She turned her head and found herself looking up at his hulking figure standing in the doorway. His body shifted unsteadily to one side in his drunken state and she noticed his unclear speech. She put down the book she’d so comfortably been reading and looked up.
“Yes Phil?” she asked pleasantly. She’d never been able to call him dad like her mum had requested her to, it just sounded too weird to her.
He came in and shut the door firmly. He stumbled clumsily over to the bed and shifted the book from her lap, leaning over the bed and grabbing her chin, angling her face up to look at him. “Do you know where I’ve just been huh?” He was talking fast, his eyes glaring at her. “And who I’ve just been talking too hmm?” he put a knee up on the bed, giving himself more leverage as he grasped some of her hair with the other hand. She cried out in shock as he touched her and pushed her face up to his, forcing her to engulf the horrible stench of whiskey and beer up her nose. She tried desperately to pull away, but he held her fast.
“No. Where?” she asked, scared. She was curious as to why it should involve her at all. It didn’t seem much like him to treat her like this. Apart from the silly lectures about sex he was generally kind to her, and he never came into her room after he’d been drinking. By now the smell of alcohol was making her gag and she wrinkled her nose, trying not to breathe too deeply. She managed to jerk her head to the side but he twisted her back to face him.
“Look at me!” he knelt up properly on her bed now, breathing and trying to gather his swimming thoughts. “I was at the club. And… I happened to bump into Sean O’Neil.” There was no real reaction from her, but he grinned anyway. “Ahhh, I thought that would make you start. Yep, Jake’s Dad. And you know what he was telling everyone in there huh? He was telling us all, how, when you get yourself around there, you spend the whole time up in his son’s room doing Christ knows what with each other!” his fury began to boil over again and his voice cracked slightly as he shouted. “Your mum didn’t leave me in charge here for you to turn into some kind of slut. How am I meant to tell her that her little girl’s been whoring herself out the minute her back’s turned then hmm?” he took a breather from his diatribe. “Well?!”