Crissy was sitting on a couch, in front of a blazing gas fireplace. She was wearing $300 blue jeans and a red cable knit long sleeved sweater with a V neck line. She had kicked of her shoes. She took a long drink of red wine and set the glass down on the end table. She was in the home of Luke and Beth. Last week Luke had caught her with her lover, the CEO of the local Medical Center, a billion dollar enterprise. He was her boss, and her being his mistress was the reason the law practice of her husband, Tom, had gotten that account. Luke had blackmailed her into sex, and he had fucked her the other day in the master bedroom down the hall, making her go on her hands and knees in front of a double set of wardrobe mirrors. Afterwards he told her to make it look like she was on a business trip today, since Beth was going to be out of town. And to make everything worse, enough when she thought about it to vomit, Beth was her mother. And Luke was her stepdad.
Her thoughts were broken by hearing Luke come in through the back door, where he had taken off his boots. He worked concrete, and had more then a good build for his age. When he came into the living room he greeted her.
"Hello Crissy." After a moment she replied, mutely.
"Hello Luke. I'm here like you told me." Her displeasure obvious.
"Yeah, well good you found the wine. Stay there, I'll clean up." When he left the room she drained her glass, then refilled it with the bottle she had set on the floor, then drained it. That was her third glass. Rather quickly, he's in a hurry to fuck me," she thought, he was back in the room. He turned off the lights, so that the fire was the only illumination. He came up behind her and reached his hands down under her sweater, making her flinch. He felt her breasts thru her bra for awhile, watching her face. She had her eyes shut, and was biting her lip. He kept working her tits, lightly pinching her nipples. After a good while he saw her lips part, and felt her chest now rapidly rising and falling. At the same time tears fell on her cheeks. He pulled his hands out, then reached down and lifted the sweater up, over her head. He pulled it off her arms, then tossed it to the side. She was wearing a white bra. very plain. He walked around the couch and stood in front of her. He was wearing sweatpants and nothing else. The firelight highlighted his muscled chest and arms. He went up to her. Her eyes were open now, shiny with tears. He knelt down front of her and yanked her by her pants closer to the edge of the couch. He then unbuttoned her pants. She flinched at this, getting him to look at her. Keeping eye contact he unzipped her jeans, the pulled them down legs. Then he yanked one leg off, then the other, and left the pants on the stone floor. Her panties matched her bra. Now a sob racked her body, as he hooked his thumbs under the undergarment's waistband and rolled it off her. She lifted her ass to allow this.
Standing up he got out of his sweats, his now exposed cock stiff from stripping his stepdaughter. He bent over and grabbed her ankles.
"Fuck you Luke." For the first time speaking since he started this. Her voice sounded resigned. He lifted her legs by the ankles and swung them up onto the couch. He pulled her back so that her head would rest right next to the sofa arm. Then he placed one leg over the back, the other he allowed to fall onto the floor. She still had here bra on; in the firelight he could see sweat form small beads on her cleavage. Her bush, dark and trimmed was centered on the couch. He went to a table near the couch and came back with a tube of KY. Standing above her he lubed up his cock. Crissy watched him with half closed eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breath rapid.
Holding his cock in his hands he looked at her.
"You ready for this Crissy?" He asked quietly.
