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A Teen Drama Out Of Nowhere

A Teen Drama Out Of Nowhere

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A TEEN DRAMA OUT OF NOWHERE

Sofia felt her best friend's hand brush her arm as they sat on the sun loungers and watched her stepfather, Owen Jackson, slick the water off his skin. The azure-blue water of the pool now like a mirror, the surface creating the optical illusion that it was part of the sea beyond, Tampa Bay. Harper had been invited to stay over the weekend at the family's luxurious beachside home, Sofia knowing that their friendship was now to be thought of as an important prop for her and that she hoped would take the strain off Owen.

The bond with him was getting tighter and she knew that Owen was glad to have her company, even if it was in unspoken ways. Her mother, Susan, was again in hospital suffering from the debilitating after-effects of having had chemotherapy for a cancer that was now said to be in remission. There was no knowing if this was truly the case, but her mom now looked weakened and cowed by all that she had gone through, and the treatment had taken its toll on her undoubted beauty.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Harper asked. "Your dad..."

"My stepfather, you mean...Owen's my stepfather," Sofia corrected.

"Yeah, I mean him. He sure looks good despite what you two are going through. Those coral red swim briefs don't leave me much to imagine... surprisingly, he keeps it all in."

"Behave," Sofia laughed softly but she knew what her friend meant only too well. She shouldn't be thinking of Owen in the way that Harper's remark had provoked.

Her mom had once called Owen 'Big Dick Jackson" and the tanned and fit man they each looked at sure looked good for a guy of his age. She and her parents had always gone swimming together whenever the opportunity arose and that explained Owen's strong and still lean physique.

Sofia watched her, out of the corners of her eyes, as Harper kept her gaze fixed on Owen. Even with her mother around, she would often watch him, as she did now, and as Owen stood at the edge of the pool, at the deep end, and then dove in. He would swim underwater until he got to the steps and break the surface, whooping at his success.

She understood Harper's engagement with him. She had those feelings too, but had always kept them to herself.

"Phew!" Owen laughed as he stood up and slicked back his receding sandy blonde hair and began to stride up the steps and towards them, grabbing a towel, as he went, off the glass-topped table where they often gathered for a barbecued meal that he always took pride in preparing.

"Yeah, phew," Harper muttered and sat up to gaze at him as Owen looked their way. Sofia saw how her breasts sagged, scarcely held in the triangular cups of her bikini top. Her friend was flaunting herself and it made her uneasy. "I'm sure glad that you asked me to stay."

Sofia stroked Harper's leg to draw her attention away from him. "I know what you're thinking...that you're into him. Well, are you?"

Harper shrugged and gave a knowing smile.

"Even if I was, I'm not sure I could take him. He's got more than the guys we've gone with or know." Owen's swimming briefs shaped him and were inadequate for what she could only imagine lay under that synthetic fabric.

"I've not gone there yet."

Sofia knew about her promiscuous friend's ways, if only second-hand, but she made no secret of liking the guys in college and whom they hung out with. The ways things were at home had kept her out of the loop for some time and she never confessed how it was, even to her closest friend, that she had not gone all the way with any guy.

"We'll go in soon, "she told him as Owen came to stand by her side.

"Do that. It's cooler than sitting around out here for too long." They had decided to watch him as they sat on sun loungers, their bodies glistening with sunblock, and now they gazed at him as Owen dried himself off vigorously before throwing the towel over the back of another sun lounger some distance away from where they were seated. "I made some lemonade earlier, before you two came back. I'll go get that and some glasses, shall I?"

"That would be great, Dad, thanks." Taken by his consideration for them, Sofia held out a hand and he took it for a moment. "We'll go for a swim now...we didn't want to get in the way."

"You're never in the way, darling...oh, I'll also bring some veggie snacks and fruit sticks. I haven't thought about supper so that will have to do."

Owen met Sofia's look as she sat up on the lounger and then turned to face him, a moment's smile on her glossed lips, her Y bikini briefs stretched tight, and her breasts scarcely covered by the cups of her altered neck top. His horny feelings were already on a hair trigger given the way life had become with Susan; she was in the hospital and the moments of affection shared with Sofia, and with Harper so scantily covered, made those feelings difficult to control.

Sofia is wearing a sky-blue bikini that is more modest but reveals her young woman's curves and slender body, and that closely matches her eyes. A darker dyed streak in the fringe of her wavy blonde hair makes Sofia look rebellious even if that is not truly in her character.

On the other hand, he's already met the flirtatious, brazen, look of Harper who is wearing a skimpy red bikini that leaves very little for him to imagine. Her skin is deeply tanned, only heightening the contrast with her unkempt, wild, straw blonde hair.

Where Sofia's is neatly combed and fastened, Harper's is altogether wilder and perhaps is a sign of a rebellious streak in the young woman that holds his attention.

He glimpsed the young women stroll over the terrace before they sat down on the loungers, two slender and long-legged young beauties, but Harper was the one to flaunt her looks.

"Well," he laughs as if embarrassed to have gazed too long at each of them. "I'll get the drinks and snacks..."

"And we'll be here to share them when you get back!" Harper calls after him.

He doesn't look around, but waves in acknowledgment of what she has said.

How are the hours going to play out given the way that he's feeling right now? Entrancing Harper is young, but she has a sultry and knowing look in her eyes that suggests she's not as innocent as Sofia. The way he's feeling right now, he'd sure like to lie between those smooth and slender legs and kiss the young woman's firm breasts, to feel and taste the moist heat of her pussy that he had seen covered by a thin triangular slip of cloth hat she tugged tight as she flirted with him. Yeah, he'd like to tongue her and have Harper take what she could of him. He'd known what she had been gazing at as he strode towards them before towing off.

"Things could get complicated if I give in to what I'm feeling," he muttered as wayward fantasies of claiming Sofia's friend took hold.

The cool interior of the house and the moments away from the young woman, as he got the jug of lemonade out of the fridge and put three beakers on the tray, might snap him out of his horny thoughts. Susan had often put up with a great deal when he was in this kind of mood, but he'd never been tempted to stray.

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Sofia's presence might put a brake on all that he felt, but that might make his situation more challenging.

Susan would wonder about his loss of control during the hours of the late afternoon that had been spent playing pool games and before a take-out supper of pizza and salad had been shared, the three of them seated outside as the flares set into their holders kept the night bugs and mosquitoes at bay.

He'd taken his time showering and washing the smell of chlorine out of his hair, and off his skin as those activities were remembered; him frolicking with two young women, one of whom sure wound his clock real tight.

He'd stood in the shower with the water turned to almost ice cold as he sought to quell the nagging ache in his groin and belly, the knot of longing for that Harper girl as he remembered seeing how her bikini slip, little more than a G-string, had ridden up as she walked up the steps from the pool and he'd feasted on the sight of her stunning young body, the wet fabric like a second skin and shaping her breasts, her buttocks so tight and everything that she did impossible for him to ignore.

He'd seen Sofia talking to her, laughing occasionally as something was said in reply, and he'd taken to wondering if Harper knew the effect that she was having on him; that they might be in on a little game to be played out as far as they dared.

"If only they knew, and that Harper especially," he had muttered and grabbed for his cock as he felt it grow and images of him feasting on that young body had drifted before his eyes. Harper had finally let him in and the images of them together fucking had ended in the explosive release of cum, his penis jerking and him finding it difficult to aim his shaft at the drain.

And now he's in the large bedroom that he shares with Susan and he's finding it difficult to settle. He feels not the least bit tired but so goddamn horny that he grabs his laptop and surfs for a site he sometimes visits, more so now that Susan's not at home with them and particularly in his bed. 'School girl fun' he's entered in the search box and the choices that are shown, the images, fan the flames of his scarcely suppressed hunger.

The minutes slip by, and what he watches keeps him in thrall, the headphones that he has chosen to put on a barrier to any other sounds than the couple rutting so furiously on the mats by a swimming pool, not unlike the one he and the girls fooled around in before supper.

He's jolted back to awareness on feeling the touch of a soft hand on his neck.

"What the fuck...Harper! Oh Jeez!" He swore an obscenity out of shock, not out of habit.

She's there before him. Harper's broken into his room, and he shoves back the chair as he tugs away the headphones. He gazes at her and groans, in dismay, as Harper shoves her pyjama shorts down her slender legs and onto the bedroom floor. She soon has one hand buried between her legs and is seen stroking it over her mound, her slit marked by a band of golden-brown hair.

"I'm feeling just like that girl you're watching getting laid," she smiles, a teasing look to be seen in her eyes, as her fingers keep working. "I could be ready for some of that...what you're watching, Owen...if you are."

The tilt of her head and suggestive smile, as she looks at him, keep him on edge.

"Go...we won't let this go further!" Owen stands up and he's intent on controlling what is happening, his bulk dwarfing her. And yet, Harper's brazen ways are getting through to him. What was seen in the porn film is now being made ragingly real in his bedroom. "Are you sure Sofia's asleep and doesn't know that you're here?"

"Yeah, I'm sure..."

He is stunned into silence when she takes her hand from between her legs and raises it to her mouth before she swirls her tongue over her glistening fingers and licks them clean.

"Harper, honey...what you're asking for, from me, is crazy and it breaks all the rules of friendship and trust." He keeps from saying his betrayal of Susan.

"Is it? Watching porn films won't do it for you and I've seen you looking at me from the moment Sof and I got here. You're lonely...Sof's told me that too."

He doesn't answer but knows that it's true. His cock still feels hard from what was seen playing out in the porn vid. Harper is not going to leave him until he's slipped her a length, and he wonders if she can take it all. He feels the cramps of longing in his belly and his cock keeps twitching in his lounge pants.

"Close the door and do it quietly," he says with a long sigh. The young woman has surely read him so well.

"And then we'll watch the movie for a while..."

"No, I don't think so!"

But he gazes at her and Harper's slender loveliness, his mind spinning, as she leans over the table where his laptop is playing out the scene, her hips swaying, and he no longer needs to fantasize about lying between those smooth-skinned legs that belong on a young woman, a pubescent, but with the experience of someone much older.

"What's this?" she asks, her voice teasing, as he moves to stand by her side and the young woman in the video is heard to moan, her body convulsing under the stud as he pegs her in long strokes, their faces contorting in pleasure and moaning loudly as they orgasm.

"Mmm, that's so hot." Harper purrs, "Don't you think she looks like me?"

"No, she doesn't...not so lovely, and she's lost all innocence." Harper shivered as he caressed her tummy, and she half turned in his embrace. "You're here to learn how it goes with an older guy, aren't you?"

She nods even as his fingers grip her chin and he gazes into her eyes, widened in surprise and apprehension of what she has started.

"Say that you're watching that because she does look like me, her tits smaller, but she's younger...much younger than the guy fucking her."

"Be quiet, girl!" he growls, and as his hands go under her pyjama top and he lifts it away, his mouth then crashing onto her to stifle her cries as she is lifted against him, her legs locking behind his back and she is carried to the bed, the coverlet soon yanked away. "You'll get what you're after!"

He strips in a mad rush, his senses overwhelmed by the sight of the naked young woman lying on the bed with her legs splayed and her pussy exposed to his gaze, the lips pink and moist. She parts them with the fingers of one hand as she reaches out to draw him down to her.

"Yes...oh yes!" Harper gasps as his thick and long fingers caress her wet pussy, each stroke soon provoking her to buck her hips. "Go on...go on. I want that then to feel you...see what you have for me."

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He has given her no chance to take in just what he has for her. But she will feel that soon enough. He trails kisses over her slit, flickers, and probes with his tongue and swirls it into, and then over, her slit. When his fingers join the assault on her young womanhood, Harper convulses and her breaths hitch.

"Oh man, you do it for me already!"

Her body convulses in response to the assault of his mouth and fingers and for a moment he too loses all sense of place and time. He's zoned in on her clit and strokes his fingers over it gently.

"Do you want it just like this...me finger fucking you, or...or do you want it all?"

He leans over her and, for the first time, Harper can reach and grab his penis. He rubs it over her slit and then moves away, enough, for her to jerk him off.

"Yes, don't stop." She moans as he strokes fingers over her slit and as she works him, her grip coaxing him to lean in so that she can caress her pussy's lips.

He suddenly pulls away. It's as if he has woken from a trance, his senses possessed by the urgent need to discover release, but realising with whom he will do that.

"We can't go on...it's wrong! Your best friend is not so far away. We've...we've," he hesitated as Harper rose to lean back on her elbows and with her body fully exposed to his gaze. "We've got to stop."

"No, we don't. I'm no kid, Mister Jackson!" she cries out, reaching out to grab his neck and then pulling herself up so that she can kiss him and do so open-mouthed, their tongues soon swirling. "We agreed to do it and...and I've wanted you to fuck me long before tonight."

"Oh Harper...Harper!"

He collapses onto the bed beside her, naked to her touch, his erection arcing out from the mat of hair at his groin. He shivers as she moves to grope it, sweeping her young firm breasts and nipples over his belly before she jacks him off once more, her fingers stroking along its length. She licks her flickering tongue over its length, just as he saw the girl do in the video.

"Suck it, if you know how!"

She does know. Harper kneels on the bed beside him and leans in to wrap a hand around his shaft and she starts to stroke and tug before she leans right over him and takes what she can in her mouth, her actions alternating between sucking on it and stroking his length.

He gasps as she stops and looks down at him. There is a pleasure to be seen in his eyes and she shivers to feel him push a hand between her legs and finger her pussy and probe into it.

"Do you still think we can't be together and do this...to fuck each other?" Harper moves slowly on his fingers as she works his penis in time with what he does. She then leans in to kiss him, to suck on his tongue.

He reaches up to push away the tumble of her hair. "Don't talk like that...don't spoil the moment and be crude, please?"

She smiles softly. "Yeah, you're right, these moments are special."

"And those moments are happening now."

He wants his stepdaughter's friend, to claim her body with its perfectly shaped and perky breasts that are firm and have dark brown and erect nipples. Harper gasps sharply, then leans in to make it easier for him to fully suck on her breasts, to slide his mouth over them, and then to claim each nipple in soft, wrenching tugs.

"Take me!" she calls out and moves off him. "Do it the usual way...missionary!"

Owen moves to lie between her legs and his flickering tongue slides over her parted pussy lips before darting in and out in a frenetic rhythm that has her moaning and begging for more.

He trails kisses up and down the soft warm flesh of her thighs, their sides, kissing those legs that he has admired and that end in her neat firm buttocks that were scarcely covered by her bikini briefs; her mound so enticingly shaped and inviting. It will receive close attention now.

"Oh, go on...go on!"

He's sucking on her lips, then her clit, and Harper bucks her hips and pushes her pussy against his face. He's fucking her wet hole with his agile and probing tongue. He does this as his hands reach up to claim her breasts, to tug and tweak her nipples, to roll them between his fingers and thumbs.

She spasms again, her young body trembling and her hands gripping his head as she groans over and over, her body trembling through the rushes of another orgasm.

"Yes, you sure do it for me! Now fuck me!" she gasps as her body continues to tremble and her orgasm slowly subsides. She has a dreamy look in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips, red from the kisses that they had shared earlier. "Please Mister Jackson...Owen...fuck me...show me how it can be with you."

They looked into each other's eyes, smiled, and then resumed their kissing as she ground her pussy against him and he thrust against her. At one point, his cockhead had pushed up against her opening. Now he is ready to take her.

"Honey, are you sure? We can stop if you want. This doesn't have to go any further." Owen smiled, Harper's answering stare soon suggesting that stopping was the last thing on her mind.

"Please, Daddy, man. Please! I want this so bad. I've wanted it for so long. I'm yours, now fuck me!"

Whether it was her saying "Please, Daddy man." or her admitting that she had wanted to know of this with him, long before now, eased any remaining doubts away. He's felt so frustrated with Susan unable to please him because of her condition that he lets the remaining doubts go.

He slides a hand between their bodies and, gripping his cock and angling it until the tip was pressing into her opening, he slowly begins to enter her body until the head of his penis is wrapped in her moist heat. She shudders and remains silent, breathing deeply on being slowly possessed by an older man.

"That feels so good, Harper...honey."

"It's unreal for me too, but go on...go on," she urges.

His cock was so long and thick, so hard, so warm and her pussy was so tight that it felt as if it pulsed around him. He sensed that Harper was trying to grip his cock as she drew him deeper into her, her hands now on his buttocks and stroking and clasping in time with his movements, as he dipped and rocked his body to take her. Harper's fingernails trailed soft scratches over them and at the base of his spine.

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