Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 41

Chapter 3

So it was only natural for me to grow up loving him as much as I did. And somewhere along the way, what had been a girlish

attachment on my part to my father had suddenly blossomed

into a romantic love for him.

Not that I ever planned on telling him that. I was smart enough to know that most people would consider my feelings for my

stepfather to be wrong. Though I didn’t think my stepfather

would be one of those people, I still didn’t want to chance it.

Still, in some corner of my heart I had been holding out the hope

that he felt the same way about me, and this was why I had

never been interested in any of the boys in my classes, and why,

when all the other girls were talking about blowjobs and sex and

getting fingered for the first time, I had shied away and not

participated in their discussions. Truth be told, I was saving

myself, my virginity, for the man I wasn’t sure would ever take it.

“Leah? Leah!” My father’s sharp voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me back to the present. Another roll of thunder shook the windows. I turned to look at my father. My hand went down to his on my bared knee, and I smiled.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I said. “Was lost in thought.” “I can tell. You doing okay?”

I sighed and laid my head against his shoulder. My father leaned

his head down against mine and our fingers interlocked.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay, Daddy. Just feeling overwhelmed with

this whole growing up thing.”

“You and me both,” he said, his wistful voice lost to the thunder.

BOOM!

A giant seemed to stomp on the roof of the apartment building and the lights flickered and went out. Suddenly, it was eerily

quiet, even the background noises of little electronics whirring in their boxes extinguished..

“Well, I guess that’s that,” my stepfather said, tossing his cards. onto the new coffee table. “How are you feeling? Do you want to keep playing? We can get the flashlights and hold them between

cur teeth.”

I yawned.

“No, it’s okay. I’m pretty tired, Daddy. It’s been a long day. Maybe we should just go to bed.”

disappearing into my bedroom. Sighing, I unbuttoned my pants

and slipped them off. It was too dark and I was too tired to

rummage through one of my packed boxes for a pair of pajamas. I would just have to sleep in my underwear. I reached

behind my back and unsnapped my bra. I pulled the straps over

my arms one at a time and then pulled out my bra from the top

of my tank top. In the darkness, I ran my hands up under my

shirt, feeling my smooth, flat belly. I gently stroked the

underside of my breasts. Cupping them, I began to massage them slowly. This was a game I liked to play; As I touched myself, I closed my eyes and imagined my hands were my father’s. I bit my lip and pinched my

nipples with my thumbs and forefingers and rolled them back

and forth. “Are you okay out there?” my father called from the

bedroom

I froze, my erect nipples between my fingers. “I’m good,” I called

back.