Debbie knew her mom wasn't pregnant two years ago. She also knew her so called miscarriage was a lie. It was all a ploy to get the most decent man Debbie ever met to marry her mother.
"If anyone has reasons why these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace." Debbie was waiting for blood to trickle from her lip she was biting so hard to hold her peace.
What stopped her? Love is blind, true love, that is, and Debbie's stepfather, loves and adores her mother.
Debbie loves her stepfather, deeply. She has since first meeting him, he's quite the hottie to her. His puppy blue eyes stole her heart. He's very kind, doesn't mind a bit how her mother walks all over him, treating him with the barest respect he's due.
He works like a horse, at his job and their home. Debbie's mom doesn't lift a finger, except to type on the computer. She says she is constantly adding new contacts to her real estate files. Her daughter didn't believe that, she had a bad feeling. More bad for her stepfather, he deserves better.
Anytime Debbie tried to help out around the house, he would shoo her away with a smile. "Go out, be with your friends." Her desire was to be with him, not just as a friend either.
That was her stepfathers wish, to be friends, never to replace her father.
He taught her an abundance of things, love of nature, growing vegetable, flower gardens, how to cook, to be shrewd and cunning with the world when need be. Her mother never had time for such things. Her mother never had time for her second husband in love of the heart, nor physical love. The latter, Debbie discovered by accident.
Every time she thought about it, (in the shower, the portable shower head set to its most potent spray for her needs) she blushed as red as the tomatoes on the vines in the garden.
She had a bad night at the bar, being a bartender was not her life's goal, but the tips helped pay for medical school. Her mom was in bed, thanks to Mr. Smooth, her battery induced lover.
Her stepfather, her friend, is in his workshop behind the house. He was suppose to be working on a roll top desk, but when Debbie peeked in the door, he was working on something entirely different.
His pants were down, to his knees, his thighs bulged hard working muscles. His t-shirt was pulled up, showing well proportioned muscles in his chest and stomach. Debbie's mouth watered, an instant hunger for what she was seeing.
Her hand slid down the shower wall, fingers trying in vain to grip the smooth surface. Her mind replayed his climax as her's neared. It's a two fold climax for the both of them. She stand on her toes, powerful spraying water directed at her clit. Pleasure flooding her body as her toes elevate her, seeing his hand pump and squeeze, veins bulging in his fist and cock. He oozes cum, thick and white, coating his hand as he continues pumping his curved cock. She moans in the shower, the same soft whisper he moans a few moments later that night.
Debbie is rooted where she stands, door opened in a few inches, watching her stepfather in a whole new light. He continues stroking his muscled bone. It's suppose to shrink now, but it doesn't. It sticks straight up, she never takes a guess how long, then curves wickedly hot towards his body. She hears a repeated squish sound as his cum filled fist works his cock. He moves it faster, his breathing as hard as it was when Debbie first peeked in. His moaning is deep, labored.
She sees it all behind her closed eyes, her pleasure rising like a hot spring. Her moans are low, repressed. Her body vibrates, feeling the impending explosion coming. Watching him! Listening to him! He whispers her name! He squirts! He thrusts! He moans her name! She cums, feeling her own juice slide down her thighs, mixing with the water. She sees him squirt and squirt and squirt! He was right to raise his shirt. Smears of cum melted onto his skin.
More to cum.