The thing about a house full of girls was it was often LOUD. Even the whispering, although soft enough not to hear the words, felt LOUD because you never knew what teenage girls were talking about. It could be something harmless, a sister's crush on a boy at school, or it could be arson. You never knew with girls.
When Walter married Eloise he had daydreams about a home of pastel colors, smelling of fresh baking, with girls who were sugar & spice & everything nice. He imagined daughters who'd dote on their dear new stepfather. Who'd rush up to hug him at the end of the day, who'd come to him for comfort & he'd pull them onto his lap to cuddle them & smell their sweetly scented hair. He'd dry their tears & share his wisdom.
Instead, he was outnumbered by fierce, sarcastic, unpredictable & far too clever, monsters. That was too much. They weren't bad kids, not really, it was just that he'd expected the Sound of Music & got Mean Girls instead.
He'd met Eloise at church, & he'd instantly been smitten. He was older than her by 19 years & couldn't believe his luck that the trim-waisted, blue-eyed redhead was interested in him. But it had been true, she'd laughed at all his jokes, even the bad ones, she'd found reasons to be near him, to touch him (his arm, his shoulder) & when he finally worked up the courage to ask her to coffee she'd suggested, "why don't we go for dinner & dancing?"
Their courtship had been more fun than he'd had in decades. He felt as though he was reborn from the shadowy existence he'd lived inside since the death of his wife, Judy, 20 years before. He'd never had any luck with women, never been popular with ladies, he'd almost given up on finding someone after all that time, & suddenly, he had the kind of woman on his arm that other men nudged each other to look at.
She'd told him early about the girls, but had warned him that she didn't want to introduce them to him until they were serious about each other. She didn't want them to have their hearts broken if things didn't work out. He assured her that he was serious, he was all-in.
A week later they had dinner together, as a family. Six months later Walter & Eloise got married. A simple, small ceremony at the courthouse.
They'd now been married for fifteen years, & the girls, Amber-Lee (16), Tara(18), Hailey (19) & Carrie (21) all accepted that Walt was part of their family. He & Eloise had immediately tried for a child of theirs, but had trouble conceiving, even with IVF. A few years into the marriage he considered it a minor blessing. Four kids were HARD WORK, let alone at this age. His only regret was that none of the girls called him 'Dad'. Perhaps it was out of respect for their father who'd died on deployment before Walt had ended up in the picture.
Eloise had kept herself in great shape, she still had long, slightly wavy red hair & when they went out to dinner & she put on a push-up bra he still felt the tickle in his equipment that reminded him of their courtship. But like most marriages, things had slowed down; had become a little stale. Her sex-drive had reduced, incrementally at first, until it now seemed all but evaporated. He'd given up even trying, so often she'd mumbled she had a headache or was too sleepy. She would ask him to sleep on the sofa sometimes if his snoring kept her awake. She said she worried he had sleep apnea but he hated going to the doctor (who always wanted him to lose weight) so he avoided finding out.
His sex drive was still there, he was still as horny as he'd ever been. He was embarrassed that at 56 he'd find multiple ways to privately masturbate each day. Sometimes in a bathroom, with his phone playing porn on mute, or sometimes in the shower, or just his office with a stack of books in front of the door in case one of the girls barged in unexpectedly.
Guiltily, more than porn, he'd jerk off to pictures of the girls. Carrie was the spitting image of how Eloise had looked when he'd met her. Hailey had a slightly 'beakish' nose, & thick thighs but the same beautiful red hair. The youngest two were delicate, pale-skinned, strawberry blondes. A 'talent scout' had once approached Amber-Lee on the street to ask if she'd considered modelling.
All the Samuels girls were popular with boys. & with men too. He'd realised years back at a church picnic that he wasn't the only grown man adding them to the 'spank-bank' even back when they were what you'd call 'jailbait'. He recognised the lust on their faces, the way their eyes lingered on their young bodies, the way they smiled differently at the girls, stood up a little straighter around them than they did their wives, sucked in their guts.
Walt wasn't kidding himself. He knew the girls weren't interested in middle aged guys like him, or his friends. Sure, he let himself daydream when he was pulling the pud to their social media, but he knew the attraction wasn't mutual. He was fat & bald. He only needed to think back to the young men who visited their house regularly, the jocks in fast cars, the guys in their twenties with six-pack abs & Captain America shoulders & arms. Full heads of healthy hair, clear skin, capped teeth & swaggering confidence. A couple of months ago Hailey's boyfriend, Tyler, a tall, dark-skinned boy, who was 19 but looked like he could be in his mid-twenties had stayed for a week.
While Eloise was asleep he would tiptoe into the hallway to lean against the wall of Hailey's bedroom, where he'd listen to the barely muffled sound of them fucking. It had turned him on thinking of a strong black dong plunging in & out of his stepdaughter's pussy. He'd hunch over in the dark, jerking himself off with a manic, frantic desperation to the noise. He'd close his eyes & imagine her sucking his cock, or any of the girls. He'd imagine them all with black dicks in their mouths.
Carrie had moved out the year prior & Walt had been hinting to Hailey that she might want to find roommates of her own too, but Eloise wasn't firm on the idea. It was cheaper for Hailey to live at home while she studied.
Getting to jerk himself off to the sound of her getting fucked, the squeaking bed, the moans & cries, had almost made it worth it. He felt a whole new level of shame that he was now masturbating to the kids by eavesdropping on their sex lives yet there he was, night after night. He'd had to stop himself from recording it on his phone, so he could listen to it again the next day. In the end he'd decided that the microphone might not be strong enough to pick it up clearly anyway.
He wasn't sure if being surrounded by cherry-young girls was helping to ease his sexual frustration or making it worse. Teenage girls these days wore such revealing clothing, they looked so much more knowing than the kids he remembered from his own youth. Perhaps it was due to the internet, perhaps they really did know more than their parents ever had.
Anyway, his frustration was building, & here he'd ended up, sneaking out of the master bedroom in the dead of night. Tonight he'd intended on sitting on the lid of the toilet, watching porn on his phone with the volume muted & masturbating until he could sleep. But on his way past he'd noticed Hailey's door wasn't fully shut. He gently pushed it open & leaned in, as if to check she was sleeping deeply.
In the blue light of the night, illumination filtering in from the loose curtains, he tiptoed to her bed where he stood & watched her. Her breathing was quiet & steady, eyelashes softly resting closed. She was sprawled a little, the bedding a twisted mess, mostly around her knees. It was a warm night & she'd thrown the blankets off herself.
She lay there, her toned, young, cheerleader's figure, with peachy clear skin, teasing him in a simple pair of white briefs & a matching cotton singlet. One knee was bent across the mattress, her hair splashed across the pillow, her arms akimbo. Her bare legs were smooth, the singlet had ridden up slightly & he caught the slender curve of her athletic midriff, her unsupported breasts crushed into each other by gravity. He leaned to look a little more & saw that her underwear too, had ridden a little in her sleep, one side ever so slightly caught by one of the lips of her shaved pussy.
He looked at the door, which he'd pulled closed behind him. If he was caught, how would he ever explain being in there, what he was doing? He'd seen more than he'd ever expected. It was a gift. He should leave now, finish off to the memory alone in the toilet. That would be the sensible, safe thing to do.
Yet... he stayed. He inhaled the clean shower scent of her body, he stared at the glimpse of labia between her legs, at her nipples, slightly erect through the light, almost transparent cotton. His cock was hard, it felt hungry, he pulled it through the flap in his boxers & started to jerk it. He kept half an eye on the door & his ears open to any sound, any creaking floorboard or squeak of another door.
At one stage she sighed in her sleep, very quietly & shifted position, he froze with his prick in his hand, waited for her to settle & continued. He could do it quickly, but he wanted to prolong it if he could. He didn't know if he'd ever get another chance to do it in such intimately close proximity. In a way he was pleased it was Hailey, she was by far the sluttiest of the girls. She carried herself like someone who confidently knew what men were thinking.
He even wondered if she sometimes got off on teasing them, letting him see down her shirts when she leaned over the table for something, slowwwwly bending in very short shorts. She seemed to touch him more, hugs, arm-pats etc, when she wore her cheerleading uniform. He often watched her practice with his legs crossed. Sometimes he could swear she was flirting a little with him. She was the only one of the girls who'd leave the bathroom with one of the small towels tucked around herself, still wet from the shower, & 'hang out' in the common areas of the house. It drove him crazy.
The truth was, Hailey had noticed how Walt looked at them, at her. She'd known for several years that their stepfather was secretly attracted to them. It didn't surprise her, it amused her. It flattered her. She enjoyed teasing him. She enjoyed teasing most guys, even the ones at school. She enjoyed teasing Tyler, miles away at College, as she'd video chat with him, stripping in front of the webcam, touching herself, saying filthy things in a feminine whisper.
She'd figured out that she wasn't the clever, witty one that Carrie was, or the high-achieving intellectual that Tara was, & Amber-Lee was the prettiest, sweetest girl for miles. Hailey competed by drawing the attention of men. She didn't have to be the prettiest one to be the sexiest one. Although, she knew she was pretty. They all had the timeless good looks of their mother. She'd calculate her worth based on how many hard-ons she could inspire, how many girls she could make jealous, & how many of her friend's dads stammered when they spoke to her.
She & Tyler promised each other they'd be faithful, to store up their sexual energy for the holidays & weekends they'd see each other. But lately, Hailey was feeling pent up. She felt as though she needed to get fucked. Recently, she had found herself wondering about Walter. She'd always wondered a little about Walter. It was true he was way too old, way too overweight, bald, with hairy shoulders. He wasn't attractive, he wore lame 'dad-clothes' & had terrible taste in music. In a way, he was so quintessentially middle-aged, so aggressively mediocre that it was what attracted her to the idea.
