Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I'm lying on my bed reading a magazine when Alex stops at my open door. "Ashley," he says, "I'm running to the store. Do you want to go with me?" "No thanks," I reply. "I'm still in my nightshirt." "Do you need anything?" "Cond-oms."

He does a double-take. "What?" I giggle. "Just joking."

He frowns. "That's nothing to joke about." "Relax, Dad. Don't take things so seriously."

My stepdad is a cool guy, but he's a little uptight. Especially when it comes to the subject of sax. Even though I'm not his real daughter, he's very protective of me. He didn't even allow me to go on a date until I was sixteen, and I had to call him every half hour to let him know I wasn't rapped and left for dead in a ditch somewhere.

Now, two years later I'm eighteen, and I don't have to call Alex when I'm out on a date. But he grills every guy who comes to pick me up like he's the CIA interrogating a terrorist.

Of course, he would totally flip out if he knew I'd lost my verginity a year ago. Not only that, I'd been saxually active since then. From the way I always hear him and my Mom in their bedroom arguing about sax, I probably get laid more than he does.

you decide you need anything," he says,

deep blue eyes, and longish dark hair. To complete the look he's wearing a red and black plaid flannel shirt over his lean, muscular frame, and a pair of worn blue

"Thanks," I reply.

disappears down the

road and heads off. Finally, I'm alone in the

chair in front of the door, I stand on it and reach up to the

move the

makes his living as a writer, and instead of commuting to

dads, he stays at home and writes. What does he write? I have no

many times, but he just brushes me off, telling me I wouldn't be interested in the things he writes. I've told him I'd be interested in anything he writes, but he's like a brick wall on the subject. Not only that, he keeps his office locked at all times he's not in there. And any time I do come in to visit while he's working, he quickly closes his laptop screen so

last week I'm vacuuming the carpet in the hall, and I accidentally bang the vacuum cleaner against the base of the door to Alex's office. As if by magic, a key falls from the sky onto the carpet. Of course, I check to see if it fits the lock, and the door

at the top of the frame. While his six-feet-two allows him to just reach up and grab it. Since I'm