Zoey was happy to have her stepfather's house to herself for the weekend. Sure the 19 year old had been regularly left home alone by her mother since before she was even a teenager, but back then she and her mother lived in tiny apartments. Back then she didn't have Scott to invite over to help her break the rules.
"No one comes over while we're gone!" Eric, her stepfather had told her for what felt like the millionth time.
"Fine, got it," Zoey answered dismissively. She had turned her back to him only to feel the grip of his hand on her elbow. When she turned back to look at him she found him glaring down at her with his intense blue eyes.
"I mean it. No friends, no boys, nothing. You may live here but this is my house, understand?" Eric still wasn't letting her arm go.
"Yes I understand... daddy," she figured her answer, as sarcastic as it was, must have been good enough for him because he released her arm and let her walk away.
Zoey, of course, had no intention of following his rules. There was a twisted sense of joy she got from breaking them. Maybe it was just because her mother had been so relaxed with her growing up and it finally felt nice for her to have something to rebel against. She liked to get under her stepfather's skin for reasons she didn't quite understand.
He could be an ass sometimes and a bit controlling, but Zoey knew it was because he cared. He had welcomed her more or less with open arms when she and her mother had come to live with him. Eric seemed happy to accommodate her and eager to spend time with her.
When she'd turned 18 things seemed to change. He seemed to grow colder and more distant. Zoey figured it must have partially been due to the struggling relationship he had with her mother. They had been fighting a lot lately. Her mother had been disappearing a lot. Both Eric and Zoey had assumed she had relapsed again. Whatever the case her mother had been leaving and Zoey was left feeling as if she was a burden on her stepfather.
Zoey had certain expectations about how this night would go and wanted to be prepared. Got her hair done in braids that hung just past her shoulders, picked out a gorgeous white dress that seemed to hug her in all the right places.
She and Scott had been dating for a few months and though she wasn't sure she'd call it love Zoey felt ready and didn't want to wait any longer.
So there Scott was the night both Zoey's parents were supposed to be away, lying on top of her in her bed. Their mouths were locked together, tongues exploring.
While Zoey's dress was still on, the top of it was pulled down and her large breasts rubbed against her boyfriend's chest. At this point his pants and shirt had been discarded and Zoey's panties were at her ankles.
That's how Eric found them. His half naked daughter grinding herself against the shirtless boy on top of her. The younger man thrusted himself against her as they kissed.
At first Eric was too stunned to speak. All he could was stand there mouth open as he watched his beautiful curvaceous daughter get groped by a young man he'd never met before.
They hadn't stopped going at it, apparently too lost in each other to notice Eric standing there. Eric who was somehow getting aroused his dick was beginning to stiffen in his trousers.
Zoey noticed him standing there before he had the sense to make himself known. She gasped at the sight of him, her face was horror stricken as her eyes met her step father's.
Eric finally jumped into action moving towards the bed and swiftly threw the Scott off of Zoey.
"What the hell?" Scott exclaimed in a daze, he was the last to notice Eric's presence.
"Get your clothes and get the hell out of my House," Eric ordered, glaring down at the young man. Scott asked no questions and wasted no time and had fled the property.
Zoey and Eric were left alone, staring at each other for a long silent eternal moment. Eric's eyes began to trace there way over her still exposed body.
