Family Dynamics: Samantha
This is a fictional story inspired by an article about a woman in her early twenties, being treated for her long-time crush on her stepfather, and how it had affected her relationships with men.
I started wondering what could have happened, if their family dynamics had differed slightly.
All characters portrayed are over 18. All participants are consenting adults.
The story starts with the family dynamics and how it changes in the space of an evening.
Chapter Two is where they take it to the bedroom. So, if you find Chapter One a bit slow, just skip ahead--it gets better.
Chapter One
I was just sitting on the couch, reading some online stories on my tablet. My wife, Valerie, was in her rocker, watching one of the Talent Shows that are all the rage nowadays. I was just getting to a good part in the story, when my twenty-two-year-old stepdaughter, Samantha, came into the room and snuggled up to me and started watching the TV like she had many times before.
Only this time, she was just wearing a pair of hot-pink shorts, that did not even come close to covering her ass cheeks and a very revealing sports bra, that did nothing to hide her C-cup breasts and thick nipples.
The next thing I knew, her hand was someplace it should not have been, rubbing on something she should not have been rubbing on.
I just happened to be reading another chapter in the ongoing saga of 'HFHM' on my favorite website and was already a bit excited, when she had reached her hand between my legs and found me quite hard.
Not sure of what was going on, I jumped off the couch and was across the room in two steps.
My wife looked up and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
I just stood there looking at Sami and stammered, "She touched me."
"So, what's wrong with that?"
"Val, she touched me," still not getting it, I finished, "down here."
"Oh." She looked at Sami, "So you made your decision then?" Sami nodded.
Val shrugged and made to get up, "Well then, I guess you two have some talking to do, I will go watch this in the family room."
She walked over to me and kissed me, "Listen to what she has to say, and think about it, before you say no. I know you will not want to, but just have an open mind. I think it makes perfect sense. I just wish I had found you at her age."
Then, she walked out of the room, and I heard the TV in the family room come on.
I just stood there looking at Sami, waiting for the explanation. She was still staring off into the distance, not looking at anything, but clearly, deep in thought.
"Dad, can we go out and sit on the patio?"
"What was your mother talking about?"
"I can explain, but..." she looked up at me. I saw the worry in her sky-blue eyes. "I am afraid you will say no. I expect you to say no. I just don't know why I am doing this, except... Can we just go outside?"
Still looking for an explanation, but willing to play along a bit more, I followed her out onto the back patio, overlooking the stream and back woods. She sat down on the gazebo swing and patted the space next to her. Reluctantly, I sat down, and she leaned against me and folded her legs up onto the swing. Again, nothing unusual, we would often sit and watch the stream and woods like this. I started lightly pushing with my legs to make us swing.
I just waited for her to come up with an explanation for her actions, but after several minutes of silence, I realized I would have to ask her.
"So, why did you do that?"
"I didn't know what to do, or how to tell you. I guess I really messed everything up this time."
"Well, that is very cryptic. Would you mind explaining that better?"
"Okay, you see... well... I just." She sighed, "No, that's not right." She took a deep breath. "Okay, I want a baby."
"A baby?" I looked at her. "And you touched me there because you thought I could give you one?"
"That sounds bad, doesn't it? No, don't answer that. I know it does."
"Why would you think that?"
"Well, I just didn't want to do what mom did all those years ago. How she just jumped from guy to guy looking for the right one. Getting knocked up by two different guys before she met you. Look at Carlos, he was so lucky to find Sofi, and now they have three kids."
I started to reassure her, and she cut me off, "No, I know what you are going to tell me, 'Sami you are so young, you have your entire life ahead of you.' That's bullshit, dad, and you know it. Every guy I have dated just wanted to hit me up. Not one of them was interested in a serious relationship, except Don."
Don was her last boyfriend. She had met him at the hair salon she worked at. They had been dating for over six months and everything seemed to be good, their relationship seemed to be flourishing. Well, until the day she came home with a black eye, a fractured cheekbone and upper jaw, a broken nose, and a concussion. She spent several nights in the hospital for that, and Don got a year of probation.
"Think about it, dad, even if my very next boyfriend was perfect, it would be three or four years before he would be ready for kids. I'll be closer to thirty before I have my first kid. Dad, I don't want to be in my thirties before having my first baby." I could hear the emotion in her voice. She wiped a tear from her eye, "And what if I find another guy like Don?"
"Sofi, I know what you're saying, but you can't let Don keep victimizing you. I know it will be hard, but you just have to forget him, and start trusting men again."
I had heard that she was having trouble at the salon, not wanting to cut men's hair.
"You just need to give it time."
"I know." She took my hand, "Remember what you said last time you took me to the doctor?" I nodded.
My mind went back to that afternoon, Don had sent a message to a mutual friend of theirs. For some reason, that friend had forwarded it to her. The message was all about how Sami would never be able to find another man, now that her face was permanently disfigured. That she should become gay because no man would ever want her. It had gone on and on. I had her send it to me and I forwarded it to our lawyer.
We had sat in the driveway until she had calmed down and I remember hugging her and telling her it would be okay that she would find someone else.