Stepdaughter-to-be pt. 2

Ten seconds before, I had been about to fuck a fifteen year old girl. My fiance’s daughter, no less. When my mind got away from this girl’s pussy long enough to realize her mom was coming in the house, I nearly shit a brick. I’m still a man, though, and as I watched Amy run into the house I just had to get another look at that beautiful ass as she went through the door. Some small part of me just wanted one more look in case I was caught, something to think about in those long nights in a jail cell. We pulled it off, however, as Rachel came in through the garage just as Amy rounded the corner to the stairs and she never saw her. I quickly turned around and played it cool as if I were just sleeping on the chair in the backyard. She dropped her things off in the kitchen and came outside.

“Hey, Honey. What are you doing home early?” she asked

I told her I was let out of work early and she didn’t ask any more questions. It seemed, for the time being, that we (I) had gotten away with it. A large part of me still didn’t believe that this beautiful young girl would want a guy as old as me. I still thought that she was just teasing me and had no intention of going through with anything real. Staring my wife-to-be in the face certainly brought me back to earth. We sat outside for about an hour just talking about our days and the weekend to come, and then Rachel got up to go inside to make dinner. I stayed outside on the chair for a few minutes to get my head straight before I went inside. Just as I was getting up to go inside, my cell phone chirped with a text message,

U NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION…

It was Amy. Apparently she wasn’t done playing with me.

WHAT QUESTION? I replied.

WHAT WOULD U DO 2 ME IF U COULD DO ANYTHING?

Holy shit. Not only was she not done, she was brazen enough to leave evidence of it on my phone. A guy had to be careful with this kind of thing. I answered her with

TAKE YOU TO THE ZOO. GOTTA GO MAKE DINNER.

I quickly erased the incriminating messages from my phone and got up to go inside. As I stood up and turned around I heard a “psst.” I looked up to the window looking over the yard and saw Amy in the window ten feet above my head. She quickly raised her shirt up over her head showing me her perfect tits and smiled at me. This girl was gonna be the death of me. I went in and helped with the last of the dinner prep and the rest of the night went as normal. Amy came down when dinner was ready as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened today. She and Rachel talked a bit about their days, and I was mostly silent for most of the evening. Amy went back upstairs the second she was done eating. After dinner, we were in the living room and Rachel asked me if I felt OK. She said I was awfully quiet tonight. I told her I was just really tired from a long week and I was gonna head up to go to bed early tonight. I gave her a kiss and walked up the stairs intent on relieving some of the pressure in my crotch. I guessed I probably had an hour or maybe two before she came up to bed, Rachel was a bit of a night owl.

I went upstairs and straight to my room. Amy’s door was at the end of the hall and it was closed like it always was. I went into my room and then into the master bath figuring I could get some privacy. I just had to cum or I would risk a serious case of blue balls tomorrow. I didn’t much care for jerking off in the bathroom like a horny teenager, but I also didn’t have much choice at this point, the last thing I wanted was for Rachel to pop in on me right in the middle of things. I didn’t want to have to explain to her why I was horny but didn’t want to fuck her. Women get kind of sensitive if they think you’d rather jerk off than be with them. There was no way I could tell her just why I was horny. I ran the shower to cover up for the sound and pulled my cock out. Just as I got fully hard again, I heard a light tap on the door. I opened it up just a crack and leaned around it to see what was up.