My Stepfather's Mate

Chapter 3

Dave

2 years since the last time I had seen her. When I saw her standing at the pedestrian walk I recognized her right away.

Those deep blue eyes, and that wavy chocolate brown hair, she looks just like a woman now. even though she looked nothing but a girl when I saw her previously.

And that short jeans that she wore, made her curves look more visible to the naked eye.

Her white tank top was showing off her n*****s through the fabric. Did she forget to wear a bra?

Her breasts don’t look small anymore.

Oh, no, what am I thinking?

She’s my daughter now. I need to be a more father-like figure.

As she was silent, I couldn’t help but ask about her boyfriend. I was shocked when she said they broke up. I’m glad that they did.

I hated that guy. Emilia used to say he hangs out at her apartment often.

What if he tried to do something to her? I'm glad that the nuisance is gone.

I need to have a drink to celebrate that.

Now, she’s single to date.

Wait, no! Why am I thinking about dating her?

She’s free to date whomever she wants now.

After she gets admitted, she’ll be living with us, under one roof together.

I’m looking forward to it.

I came to help her move furniture by keeping Emilia busy with garden work.

But, she seems to be feeling a bit alarmed near me. Why’s that?

“Done,” I finished moving the chair and stuff and saw her lifting the heavy cabinet.

Is she mad?

She’s going to hurt herself at this rate.

If she’s going to carry it, then I should help.

I’m touching her hands, and my chest is pressed against her back.

Is this position normal?

I can’t help it, my c**k twitched in my pants when her ass brushed past it.

God, she smells so good. I had never been so close to her body like today.

My hormones are running out of control. Is this because I never managed to sleep with Emilia?

I love her, but I don’t feel the desire to f**k the life out of her. I only got married to her cause she wanted a father figure in Aileen’s life, and a stable support so someone could watch over her whenever she was at work.

I wasn’t interested in dating, and I kind of got along with Emilia that’s why I agreed to get married.

I glanced down at her face from behind.

But, the little girl which I had once seen before has turned into a woman now. I can’t think of her like my daughter anymore now.

My heart was breaking apart when I had to remove myself from her body.

I wanted to feel her warmth for a few more minutes. But she’ll think of me as a creep if I do that.

After all, there’s over 6+ years of age difference between the two of us.

And she’s still a minor. Until she turns 18, I need to keep my paws off her.

When I was still in the room, I saw her tucking her clothes inside the closet.

I saw her putting her lingerie and panties inside the small drawer inside it.

Hmm…she has a good collection of them.

Does she wear them on different occasions?

It was then I recalled something.

“Um…Aileen!” I called, looking at her from a distance.

She peeked her head out to look at me. “Yes?”.

“The shower in the room hadn’t been working properly I heard from the maid last night.”

“Should I check it out?”.

“Is that so? Let’s go then,” she suggested.

“You are coming?”.

“Yeah.”

We both went inside the bathroom.

She stood right next to me, as I was checking it.

“Hm….there doesn’t seem to be any internal problems.”

“I’ll turn it on then.”

“Step aside.”

She nodded and stood away from where the shower was.

No water came out.

“It needs repair after all,” I said, turning it off.

“What happened?” Aileen asked, stepping inside the shower.

I turn to look at her.

“The water connection is there, but the shower isn’t working. I’ll go and call a plumber after having a final check.”

“It probably won’t work, when it didn’t work at the first-“.

I turned on the shower for one more time and I heard the sound of water rushing forth at a fast speed.

I look behind me to see Aileen getting wet for standing right under the shower.

I was amazed to see it working even though it didn’t at first.

Aileen glared at me. “Can you turn it off, please?”.

Oh..yeah…

I flipped the switch right away, turning to her with a scared expression.

“Um…”.

“I didn’t notice that-“.

When I looked closely, I noticed that her white tank top had gotten wet entirely making her breasts quite visible as she wasn’t wearing a bra inside. her n*****s had become erect as well.

My eyes dropped to her wet body and legs, examining her like a hawk looking at its prey.

Shit! The worst thing to happen at the moment.

I can feel my c**k getting harder just at the thought of tearing apart that top so I can fondle her breasts as I like.

“You said it wasn’t working!” she grunted, resting her hands on her hips. Her breasts swayed in motion with every movement she made.

“Uh…yeah…but it didn’t work at first.”

“Maybe, we need to get it checked after all.”

“I’ll call the plumber. You should get changed, or else you’ll catch a cold.” I suggested, trying to keep my thoughts clean as much as possible.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it. Stop looking at her breasts. She’s still a minor.

“Yes, that’s better,” she replied, turning away to let out a small sneeze.

Aww…she even sneezes so cutely.

When she walked out of the bathroom I heaved a sigh in relief.

I glanced down at my pants.

I didn't want her to see something that she didn't need to see.

It's better to keep the thoughts that I have about her between me only.

I went out a few minutes later only to see her getting into a one-piece dress with straps.

I waited a few seconds before stepping out.

"Are you done?" I asked before going out.

"Yes."

I went outside the door and looked in her direction.

"I'll see you later. Call me if you need anything from now onwards."

She nodded at me. "Thank you. And please don't forget to call the plumber," she mentioned.

"Yeah, sure."

I walked out of the door and closed it behind me.

As I leaned my back against the door I recall seeing her all wet, and her nervous face when I walked out.

No matter what I feel towards her, it doesn't change the fact that I'm her stepfather married to her mother and she's my daughter.

I can't lust over her to fulfill my needs.

I went downstairs and saw Emilia walking towards me laughing along with the maids.

Whenever I look at her face, the guilty feeling washes over me hitting me like a rock.

I’m married to this woman, yet, my heart belongs to someone else.

This feels like cheating.

Why did I marry her when I didn’t love her in the first place?

There’s a 10-year age difference between us. yet, I didn’t feel hesitant when I proposed to her.

I couldn’t help it. She always seemed sad whenever she mentioned how she couldn’t look over Aileen because of her busy work schedule.

Her husband’s cheating, her declining mental health, everything made me feel so bad for her I wanted to share some of her sadness.

Such a strong woman, she did everything in her power to raise her on her own.

I admired her a lot. She reminds me of my mom. My dad used to talk about her a lot when he was recovering.

But, was it a wrong decision for me to propose to her?

I never felt so guilty over my decision as I feel today.

It must be because of her presence.

“Oh, there he is! David!” Emilia called, rushing over to my side.

She wrapped an arm around my arm, giving me a warm smile.

“I’ve talked with the maids regarding the birthday party for Aileen. They all seem excited to host a party.”

“Isn’t that great?”.

I nod at her. “Yeah.”

“Peaces are in season. Why don’t you make something for her with it on that day?”.

She became surprised.

“How do you know she loves peaches?”.

I overheard their conversation when she used to talk with Aileen over the call.

But, I can’t tell her that.

“Uh….”.

“I heard you mentioning it the other day. Have you forgotten that?”.

“I did?” she stared at me in disbelief.

“Well…maybe I did. I don’t remember.”

“Thanks for mentioning. I’ll make fruit tart for her then.”

“You love it as well, right?”.

“Hm…yes.”

“Make sure to keep your schedule open for the day,” she asserted, removing her hand.

“You too!” I mentioned. “You seem more busy than me.”

She chuckled. “I know, right?”.

There are so many things that I know about her that you don't. What is her favorite color, what food does she like, what songs she listens to, what movies does she like, and what flowers she loves?

I know everything about her like an open book.

But, I never say it out in front of you. Cause, you might suspect something.

Even the feelings that I have for her, I keep them hidden so that you won't feel sad or hurt.