"Piper, sweetie, are you home?"
I pulled my earbud out of my ear and tossed it on the bed. "Yeah, up here!"
I heard the loud footsteps of my stepfather, Jack, walking up the stairs before he poked his head in.
"Did you eat dinner?"
I shook my head. "No, I just got home from my afternoon class." I was finishing up my freshman year at college, and the semester was nearing finals week.
"Are you hungry?"
Smiling, I nodded.
Jack smiled and closed the door behind him.
I abandoned my studying and flopped back on the mattress. Class had been long and I needed some stress relief. Jack would be occupied for at least 20 minutes with dinner... My eyes fell to my nightstand drawer as I thought about the pretty pink vibrator that laid inside. That usually made me feel better.
As I sat up, I quietly reached into my drawer and pulled it out, turning it on, and laying down. I tweaked my nipple and moved the vibrator down my body, under my sweatpants, until it touched my clit. My hips jolted off the bed and I moaned, my mind wandering to a place of my fantasies.
I'd never told anyone about it, but my stepfather was the man starring in all of them. His arms would be pinning me down to the bed or his hand would be wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air supply. Or, maybe, he'd be pounding into me from behind, telling me that I was a dirty little slut and how he was going to fuck a baby into me. Another recurring scene was me on my knees with him making me call him daddy. Whatever it was, Jack was the star.
"Oh, fuckkk..." I mumbled, as I felt my orgasm start to grow in my belly. "Fuck, Jack. Fuck, that's so good. Yes, Daddy. Oh my goooddd..."
If I had turned my head just a little to the right, I could have seen Jack looking into my room, watching me masturbate to the image of him. But my eyes were squeezed shut and as my orgasm rolled through me, I moaned his name. After my pussy was done pulsing, I took a deep breath and put my vibrator back in the drawer, caught my breath, and made my way downstairs where I saw Jack standing at the stove, making burgers in a frying pan.
"Hi, pretty girl," he smiled.
Jack had called me that since I was 12, when he married my mom who passed away just two years later. It had always been a sweet and innocent nickname, but since I started thinking of Jack in a different way, the name made my pussy tingle.
"Hi," I smiled. "When's dinner?"
"Just a minute. Feel free to sit."
He turned to face me as I sat, and he saw my top rise up to show my stomach. He cleared his throat and turned back toward the stove and finished making the food in silence.
When our food was plated, we both started eating and he leaned back in his chair.
"Sweetie, there's something I want to talk to you about..." he started.
"Oh yeah? What's up?"
"Well... It's a little uncomfortable. But I, umm... Heard you earlier."
I sat up in my chair. "What do you mean you 'heard' me?"
"Before, umm... Before you came downstairs. I heard you... masturbating."
I licked my lips and my face flushed. "Oh."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he said quickly. "Everyone does it. Even me."
Visuals of my stepfather fisting his hard cock popped into my mind and my pussy flooded. "Even you?"
"Everyone needs stress relief," he laughed nervously.
I joined him in the nervous laughter and took another bite of my dinner.
"But what I wanted to talk to you about was what you said while you were using your vibrator. You said my name."
"Your name is pretty common. How do you know it's not a boy in my class?"
"Do you call this boy in your class 'daddy'?"
My face burned. "Maybe."
Jack reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "It's wrong to think about me like that, sweetie. That's your private time."
I pushed my plate away. "But I just said I'm not thinking about you. And I'm not hungry anymore." Rising from my seat, I placed my plate in the kitchen. "Thanks for dinner, Jack."
