Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 13

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I couldn’t believe how fast Brandi had grown up. It seemed like

only yesterday that I had started dating her mother. Her mom

and I had gotten married, but her mom split a couple of years.

later and left Brandi with me when she was ten. She was only a

little kid then. Eight years later, and she definitely wasn’t a little

kid anymore.

Brandi had blossomed in her teenage years. Her prepubescent

boyish shape had morphed into a perfect hourglass: perfect

perky titties, small tight waist, firm round ass. There was not

question that boys from school were starting to take notice of

her body. When she came home one day and told me that one

of her classmates asked to see what was under her shirt, I was

furious. I wanted to kill the little punk, but I knew that boys.

would be boys and I couldn’t blame him for trying. I would have

tried the same thing of I was his age.

I could have lived with the attention if it was just coming from

boys her own age, but her hot body was drawing recognition

from grown men, too. I hated the way that men looked at her

when we were in public. The way that they turned their heads to

stare at her taut teenage body infuriated me. I knew that they

were thinking dirty thoughts their rough palms cupping her

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luscious creamy breasts, tweaking her pretty pink nipples,

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making her moan.

I was well aware of the effects that she had on men, how just

looking at her could make their cocks stiffen and throb with lust.

She had the same effects on me.

had to protect her from all of the horny men who could easily

take advantage of her. But who would protect her from me?

Brandi drove me wild with lust. Every morning she would come

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to breakfast wearing only her virginal white panties and a tank

top. I insisted that she wear modest underwear, because I knew

that if she came out of her room wearing something skimpier

than briefs, there would be no way that I could stop myself from

bending her over the kitchen table and taking her right then and

there.

It was always Brandi that I thought about when I engaged in one

of my frequent masturbating sessions. Why would I look at porn when I had perfect spank bank material living right under my

roof?

She didn’t know it, but I had drilled a little peephole in the wall between my bedroom and her bathroom. Every time she would take a shower, I would drop whatever I was doing as soon as I heard the door close and get into position for the show she didn’t know she was giving. With my pants around my ankles and my stiff cock in my hand, I would watch the rivulets of warm water wash over her barely legal body. I would stroke my dick furiously, wishing that I could lick all those little droplets of water off of her nipples, down her stomach, and not stopping until I had reached her tasty little snatch. I always came before she had finished showering. I would quickly clean myself off using a box of tissues that I kept on my nightstand for just this purpose, pull my pants up, and resume whatever I was doing before as if I hadn’t just beat off while spying on my daughter.