Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I reach the end of the scene where the dad fills his stepdaughter, so I make a comfortable gesture and close my eyes and begin do more, getting lost in the scene I'd just read, imagining I'm a part of it.

In my mind, I'm lying back on the bed as my stepdad pleasures me. No, not Alex, but the fictitious stepdad in the story. Imagining I'm sleeping Alex would just be too weird.

I can feel my pleasure rising. It won't be long until I explode.

I'm not sure if I hear something, or just sense it, but suddenly it feels like I'm not alone anymore. I open my eyes,

And there, standing right in front of me on the other side of the desk, is Alex.

tartled, I quickly bring my legs down and sit up straight.

"Alex!" I exclaim, then quickly pull my pantties back and cover with my hands.

He stands there glaring at me. I'm not sure if he's angry at me because I'm in his

office, or because I'm rubbing myself in his chair. Or both.

"Ashley? What the hell?"

this isn't what

in my office? And what are you

"Um... I..."

I just can't think up a good excuse for why I'm

he would believe

two directions I can go here. I can be the cowering daughter, giving into my stepdad's authority, as hypocritical as that authority is. Or, I can

a slight smile. “What am I doing?" "That's

I'm reading. As

me with wide eyes, obviously shocked

continue, "I really think you're a good writer, Daddy, and I especially like your subject

see his mind working, but he still

together and put them in your stories. Like the time we stayed overnight in that motel on the

just

"No, I don't

and say, "Are you going to write a new story? One about you coming

"Ashley, stop," he whispers.

don't think it's fair that I'm the inspiration for so many of your stories, but you don't let me

"Please stop."

inspire all kinds of new stories. Just think of the possibilities. My imagination is pretty good. For example, what if

angry again. "You need