Stepdaughter-to-be pt. 4

This is part four of the story. We get a little rough this time.


Amy and I had a few minutes alone on Sunday evening when Rachel was in the bathtub. We were able to talk a little about what had happened the night before, and where to go from here. She fully understood our predicament, and was on board with figuring out a plan. The middle of the night was problematic, since I have a day job and she’s in school, as well as the fact that Rachel could wake up and discover us at any moment. I have to admit though, the thrill of being caught was part of the attraction. A few times when Rachel was in another part of the house, one of us would just dive a hand into the other’s pants, taking advantage of every second we had. I was in the backyard shed getting the lawnmower out on Monday after work when Amy spun around the door frame from nowhere.

“Well hello there.” She said. “Got a minute?”

“Not really, your mom is gonna be home any second.” I told her, hoping like hell she would ignore my refusal. She walked up and pressed her body against mine, looking up into my eyes. She flashed me a wicked smile and told me-

“Oh come on, you don’t even have one….little….minute?” She said as she undid the button on my jeans and started undoing the zipper very slowly. My dick started to rise immediately.

“You need to be quick” I said, figuring maybe I could spare a minute or two. Maybe Rachel would hit all the red lights on the way home.

“No, you need to be quick.” She said to me as she hauled my cock out and dropped to her knees. Once again I was treated to the beautiful sight of her sweet, innocent eyes looking up at me as she stroked my shaft and licked my balls. She was jacking me with great speed, intent on getting an afternoon load before her mom came home. I looked up from her face to check the house, and my blood ran cold. Rachel was at the kitchen window, doing the dishes that were left over from breakfast. She hadn’t seen us in here. It was a bright day and the inside of the shed was dark. I could see out, but she could look right at me and not see me. I’m sure she figured I was out for a jog or something, she didn’t seem to be curious as to where everyone was. Amy was oblivious to the fact her mom was behind her and continued to work my cock.

“Cum for me, Mark. We don’t have much time.” If only she knew just how little time we had. Once again the thrill of being caught washed over me and out of nowhere I dumped another huge load down her loving throat. She didn’t miss a drop, just kept jacking me and swallowed it all, moaning in pleasure at her accomplishment. After I came, I looked down at her and told her not to get up.

“Why?” She asked, her devious smile returning again at the thought I might have more planned for her. I hated to disappoint her, but I had no choice.

“Your mom is in the kitchen.” I said, enjoying watching her eyes get wide as she spun her head around to see for herself.

“Oh fuck! What do we do?!? She can see us!” She said frantically.

“No she can’t. It’s too dark in here compared to outside. We are shadowed in here. We just have to get out of here somehow without her seeing us together.” As soon as I said that, I formed a plan. I would come out of the shed with the lawnmower, and mow the lawn as I do every week. Amy would just have to stay in the shed until her mom went upstairs, she usually changed into her regular clothes when she got home from work, and from what I had seen, she was still dressed up. Amy could go out the side gate unseen and go around to the front door so long as Rachel wasn’t right in the window. I came out of the shed with the mower and she saw me. Rachel smiled and gave a little wave, then came out through the sliding patio door.

“Hey, I saw your car out front, I figured you went for a run. What are you doing hiding in the shed?” she asked as she came over and planted a kiss on my lips.

“Oh, I couldn’t get the mower to start earlier so I pulled the plug and cleaned it up a bit.” I even impressed myself with my ability to lie on my feet. Until she asked me what I was doing in there, I hadn’t had a reason ready.

“Ok, dinner’s in about twenty minutes. I’m gonna go change. Have you heard from Amy? She’s not home yet, is she?” She said, headed back into the house.

“No, huh uh. She should be home anytime though, right?” I called after her.

Stopping and turning back to me, she said “She seems to be a bit detached these last few months, you know? I guess she’s just at that age where she’d rather be hanging out with kids her own age.” If only she knew how wrong she was! I needed to placate her if only to get her into the house and upstairs.

“She’s fine.