"Hey, buddy. You were right! There is life out here for your old man. I met a woman named Naomi and she and I have become quite an item. Hope you can get home at Christmas to meet her."
And with that the message ended.
I sat there looking at the machine, the name "Naomi" running over and over in my head. A smile formed as I thought of the excitement I'd heard in dad's voice. "About time," I sighed before opening my books for an evening of studying.
The weeks seemed to take forever but finally I was on the plane heading home. When I arrived, I called the house and was surprised when no one answered. Instead, there was a message for me.
"Sorry I couldn't pick you up, buddy, but something came up at work and Naomi and I need to meet some customers for dinner and drinks. Grab a cab and I'll see you in the morning."
Shrugging I did just that.
The house seemed pretty much the same but the "feel" was different. After raiding the frig, I slowly explored the rooms to see if I could find the difference. My dad's room was completely different than I remembered it. A Queen-size bed with a full-size mirror mounted at the headboard had replaced the King-sized one that had been there previously. The walls were a light ocean-blue and the drapes and bedding were a deep wine red. Talk about a change. The intimate, sensuous effect almost screamed "Fuck Room." Closing the door behind me, I suddenly felt the drain of my flight and headed to bed.
Several hours later, I heard someone entering the house but fell back to sleep after recognizing my Dad's voice. It seemed like only moments when I again woke up to hear voices, but of a much different type. Bits and pieces floated though the air "... fuck ... mmmmmppppphhhhhh ... baby ... more ... fill me ... that's it ... harder, honey ... push it deeper ... NOW, BABY, NOW ... CUMMMMIIIINNNGGGGGG." Smiling, I slipped back into a deep sleep.
The next morning I woke early and was in the kitchen when I heard the delicate sound of a woman's footsteps coming down the hallway. Looking up, I was instantly lost in the vision of one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was 5-foot 6 inches tall, with jet-black hair that hung almost to her waist, hazel eyes, lightly bronzed skin typical of South Pacific ancestry, and a finely sculptured nose above a pair of full, luscious lips. She was wearing a simple light blue muumuu wrapped around her body and tied above her apparently ample breasts.
"... excuse me, I said 'Hello'. Is something wrong?" she asked.
Coming out of my stupor, I heard her voice. Even that was gorgeous with its lightly accented French tone. "I'm sorry. I guess I was daydreaming," I stammered.
Giggling, she replied. "I understand. I have that effect on men some times," stretching her hand out. "I'm Naomi ... and you must be Jacob ... I guess you're going to be my step-son."
As I extended my hand in return, it suddenly hit me ...
step-son? Did she just say I was going to be her step-son?
Before I could ask, my dad entered the kitchen and pulled me from my seat giving me a huge bear-hug. "Good morning, buddy. How was your trip? I hope it wasn't too much of a problem last night. Naomi and I got stuck at our business dinner and you know how those can be."
Laughing nervously, I replied, "Ya, I remember. No problem about getting home. In fact, it gave me a chance to get settled in and catch a little extra sleep. It was kind of strange being back though so I didn't sleep real well. It was like I could hear every sound in the house."
My dad seemed to miss the comment, as he walked over to Naomi and tightly held her at waist but I could tell that Naomi hadn't missed it. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she prepared breakfast for us.
The breakfast conversation centered on my schooling and then on dad and Naomi's relationship. They talked of their upcoming plans to get married and dad said that he hoped I wasn't upset about the idea or that they had set the date for the second Saturday in January. I knew that I wouldn't be able to attend due to school but after taking another look at Naomi, I realized that this woman was everything he deserved and I told him it was all right with me. Then I excused myself and explained that I was planning on looking up a few of my friends and wouldn't be back until late.
Like many things in life, my plans didn't quite work out and I was walking back in the house just after 11:00 that night. A sense of déjà vu seemed to fill the air as I entered the darkened house. Figuring that Naomi and dad were probably asleep, I slipped my shoes off and slowly walked down the hallway to my room. Once again the door to dad's room was open and I heard a soft moan coming from within. It was different this time, however, and when I looked in, I saw only Naomi there, standing before a mirror. Her skin shimmered in the light from the candles she had lit throughout the room and the smell of a delicate incense drifted into the hallway where I stood.
She was standing there completely naked with her back to me, lightly touching herself as if examining every inch of her body. Gently, she ran her hands through her hair fluffing it and letting it fall down her back and across her breasts before slowly sliding the tips of her fingers down her throat. I lost sight of what she was doing until I moved slightly and saw the reflection of her hands encircling her tits, massaging and teasing them. After several minutes, she took her right hand away and licked the tip of her index finger before returning it to her left nipple. Even from my place in the hallway I could hear the sharp intake of her breath and see how her body was responding to the touch.
I was frozen by the sight and I stayed and watched as she repeated the same process to her right nipple causing her to moan even louder. For an instant, it seemed as if her legs were going to give out on her and she would fall but instead, she braced herself against the bureau next to the mirror.
I thought of leaving but was puzzled when she reached into the top drawer of the bureau and pulled out an object that I could not see. Then I heard the soft, muted buzzing sound that could only come from one source. Sensuously, she lowered herself into a chair that I had somehow missed earlier. Her left hand began to caress her breast once again as her right hand moved gently yet purposefully across her stomach and lower to settle between her legs. It was only then that I finally heard her speak, "Yesssss. Mmmmmmm. So good ... mmmm ... right there ..."
Awe struck by what I was witnessing, I moved just enough to get a clearer view from the reflection in the mirror. The thumb and index finger of her left hand were now spreading her pussy lips to reveal the entrance to her womanhood while she used the vibrator in her right hand to tantalize and heighten the sensations coursing through her as she rubbed it against her clit.
"Ohhhhhh, I need this so bad. Mmmmmm ... I wonder what it would feel like? I wonder how big his cock is and how it would feel buried deep in my pussy? Is his cock bigger or smaller than his father's? Ohhhhh, god, I can't believe I'm even thinking about him. So young, so strong and handsome ... now ... now ... fuck me ... fill my pussy ... deeper ... harder ... cum ... cum ... cummmmmiiinnggggggg." She sighed as she settled deeper into her chair while pushing the vibrator harder against her aroused pussy. It seemed that almost by chance, she looked up into the mirror at that moment and noticed me standing in the shadows in the hallway. Our eyes met and I felt a warm, wetness form in the front of my pants as my cum shot from my cock and soaked my clothing. Embarrassed, I quickly went to my room to clean up and go to bed, yet every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Naomi's naked body and her lust-filled eyes staring back at me.
The following morning she acted as if nothing had happened and the rest of the holiday quickly sped by. All too quickly, I was back on a plane headed for school. I didn't get a chance to come home again for several years. It seemed that my schedule and my dad's just never matched up. Then in April of my Senior year, I got the call I had dreaded all my life. My dad had been flying to a business conference and his plane had gone down over open water. A search was underway but there was no sign of any wreckage or survivors at that time.
I immediately notified my school advisor and was given a 'Leave of Absence'. Just before climbing onto the plane to go home, he texted me and told me that due the circumstances and my excellent grades I wouldn't need to come back but could complete my courses by e-mail if I wanted to. At that moment, school really didn't seem all that important.
Just a little under six hours later I arrived at the airport and grabbed a taxi home. The house seemed exactly as it had been during my previous visit but once again it felt different, something was missing and I knew exactly what it was: Dad.
I found Naomi sitting in the living room talking on the phone to someone and she gestured that she'd be done in a moment. I didn't want to eaves drop, so I walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink when I saw someone in the backyard. Not just anybody but an absolutely, freaking beautiful young woman.
Just then, Naomi entered the kitchen and saw what or rather who I was staring at. "Oh, I see Sonya's back from her run. Come outside and I'll introduce you to your step-sister."
"MY STEP-SISTER?" I blurted out as I spun around and almost fell over a chair.
"Yes," she replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
