CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of incest.
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Returning home for summer after my freshman year of college was not something I'd been looking forward to. My mom had gotten married right before I left for school and now I had to live in some random man's house. I guess it's not fair to call him random since he's technically my stepdad, but it's not like he raised me.
I wouldn't say I had animosity towards him, it was just gonna be awkward living with someone I'd barely met. And not only that, but in an entirely new city. The whole situation felt like whiplash but at least my lucrative summer internship made up for it.
When I arrived at their house from the airport my mom was simply beaming. She'd had her share of tough times while raising me, and effectively raising herself, as a single mother. She was only 19 when she had me, apparently by some transient guitarist I'd never met. With little support from her parents and few marketable skills, she barely made due. Always scrounging up just enough cash for the necessities and sometimes the occasional gift. But now, for the first time in her life, I could tell she was being cared for and I was happy too.
Her new husband, my new stepdad, was a brash, proud, old-fashioned man from west Texas. Henry Haroldson Hunt, H3 as he liked to call himself, was born into an oil rich family and easily maintained that wealth through his cocksure attitude and sharp business acumen. H3 could always be heard on the phone, talking loudly about work, caring little who heard. In fact I think he enjoyed it, occupying our space, being omnipresent.
That was how I first encountered him, from halfway across the house as he spouted.
"And tell them I want the Cowboys cheerleaders there, okay? I'm serious, Jim! They better be there!"
He was walking towards the kitchen now, stomping really, as of course his body matched his larger than life personality. Standing at "just over 6'6"", as he proudly remarked when we first met, Henry Hunt was huge. But he wasn't just tall, he was big, thick, strong, and yes, even a little handsome. I guess the only way to become as confident as H3 is to be born that way. He truly thought of himself as a king, and who were we to deny him.
"Ah, Jim, I gotta let you go. My little girl is here. Yes, yes, the one I told you about. Haha.... Okay... Alright, bye now."
Henry hung up the phone and finally acknowledged my presence.
"Hello, sweetheart. Come give your Dad a hug."
I cringed when he called himself Dad but his smile told me he was only teasing. I also rolled my eyes at being called his "little girl" and "sweetheart" because I wondered if he even remembered my name.
"Go on," my mother coaxed.
I exhaled with probably too much attitude and went over to Henry. As a petite woman, I was intimidated just standing near him. He really was giant and it kinda freaked me out. His hands were the size of my head and before I knew it they were wrapped around me, pulling my face into his crisp white button up. Below he had on jeans and cowboy boots, typical Dallas businessman garb. I squirmed uncomfortably in Henry's brawny arms while he held me for far too long.
He gave me a smooch on the cheek and said, "so nice to see you again, Charlotte," before finally letting go.
Huh, so I guess he did remember my name. When I turned around to go back to my mom, I swore I felt one of his big hands lingering on my supple bum. I flushed red and wished I hadn't worn a skirt.
While setting up my bedroom, I could hear Henry shouting through the walls. It was like he was in there with me, his burly body towering high while I unpacked. I got an uneasy feeling about living with a man for the first time and a sense of dread crept over me.
Luckily, once my summer job started it preoccupied most of my time. But even though I didn't interact much with Henry, we still had our little tiffs.... They mainly revolved around his insistence I do chores, or really the way he insisted. If my mom wasn't around, he'd ask me to grab him beer or make him food, tasks I didn't feel were my duty to perform.
"Go on now, girl, finish up the dishes," he requested one night after we ate.
He was such a chauvinist, never to be caught in a rubber glove or apron.
"My house, my rules," he would say, compelling me to obey.
He wasn't as overtly rude when my mother was around and would mask his demeaning remarks. But when she was gone it was "Charlotte do this, Charlotte do that, and don't forget to smile!" and I was seriously sick of his misogyny.
I contemplated telling my mom but knew my case was weak. She would probably bring up that he pays for all our stuff, which is fair, or that he's just old-fashioned. I could also tell how much she loved him and didn't want to ruin their relationship. It was nice to see her happy for once, surely I could last a summer.
There were a few things I found sorta weird though, like their age gap for one. And my mom's deference. She acted like his little maid, always eagerly doing his bidding. It seemed like they were stuck in some 1950s fantasy and it was kind of unsettling to witness. I hoped my mom wasn't being taken advantage of, but she seemed so happy....
I pushed all these intrusive thoughts away and everything was going okay. That is until about a month in when my mom went on a trip to see her sister.
Since it was just gonna be me and Henry, I made Friday night plans with a coworker to avoid spending unnecessary time with him. Unfortunately I didn't time it well and we ended up having an awkward dinner. He ordered in thankfully, but I did have to clear the table and clean the kitchen.
Fed up and itching to party, I threw on a slutty dress then covered up in a hoodie. I knew antiquated H3 wouldn't approve of my fishnets and heels so I had to run out quickly.
"Bye, Henry," I called out while slinking down the hall.
"Now hold on just a sec. Where you goin'?"
He'd left his office and was lumbering toward the front door so I hustled faster to hopefully beat him. Always tricky, H3 took one of the many side halls and reached it first.
"Ha! And where do you think you're goin', missy?"
He was blocking the door, hairy forearms crossed.
"Out..." I muttered, attempting to shuffle past.
"Oh no you don't. Not dressed like that."
He reached for my hoodie and began unzipping it while I tried to escape.
"Hey! Stop!" I squealed, but he didn't! He was so much bigger and easily overpowered me.
"Hoo!" he hooted once my jacket was stripped off and strewn across the floor. "Well don't you look like a regular street walker!"
"Hey!" I shouted, but he wasn't wrong....
My bodycon dress was tiny and the fishnets and stilettos certainly didn't help.
"And you thought I was gonna let you go out dressed like a whore. My little girl."
"I'm not your little girl!" I protested, but he was already pulling me down the hall towards his office. I tried to yank away but he was just too strong.
"Yes you are, missy, and I'm gonna prove it. That's right, Daddy's gonna remind his little girl who makes the rules."
He was seriously freaking me out now and I didn't know if he was drunk. I tried even more desperately to pull away but he gripped tighter and effortlessly led me into his office.
"Strip, girl," he said flatly when the door was locked.
"WHAT?? Fuck no!!"
I couldn't tell if he'd gone crazy, if he was gonna rape me or what!!
"I said strip! And I won't ask again!"
When I still didn't, he came over and started pulling my dress off.
"NO! STOP!" I begged, but I didn't stand a chance.
The biceps bulging in his polo were bigger than my thighs and he stood well over a foot taller than me. I cried and shrieked while he tore my dress off then stood petrified, buck naked in the mood lighting.
"Look at you," he leered. "All fresh and ripe. Yeah, Daddy's girl got all pretty for me tonight didn't she."
"Nooo..." I pouted, tears liquifying my mascara into kohl black rivers.
My hands were covering my small pink nipples in an attempt to hide my modest B cups. But then I remembered I hadn't worn any panties and became ten times more humiliated! In just my fishnets, rolled halfway up my slim pale tummy, Henry could easily make out the lips of my shy pussy.
"Hnnggg..." I sobbed, trying in vain to cover both my tits and my lips.