Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 18

Chapter 4

"You don't need any more blankets?" "No, I should be good."

"Okay. Goodnight! I'll see you in the morning."

I let go of my breasts and sat down on the couch. I rummaged around for the pillow I had been sitting on earlier and positioned it at one end of the sofa. I stretched out and pulled a blanket over me. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I looked around the apartment, taking in all of the unfamiliar shapes that now constituted my home. It was such a strange feeling to know that this was my new life. No more lazy Saturday mornings watching cartoons with my father. No more daily hugs. No more dinners or lunches or breakfasts. I had known this day was coming, but with all the fantasies I had harbored, I had never truly believed it.

Another loud crack of thunder broke the deafening silence of the room, making me shiver under the blanket. Soon my stepfather would be gone and it would be just me who would have to face these storms alone. Having him here I felt safe from the rain lashing the windows and the wind howling amongst the unfamiliar trees. How was I going to live without him?

On the next crack of thunder, I broke. Standing up cautiously, I moved across the living room, shuffling my feet to avoid tripping on the various knickknacks scattered about the floor. At the door to the bedroom I paused to listen. My father's breathing was even; he seemed to be asleep. I stood there for undecided. Then lightning flashed again and the weird shadows cast about the apartment returned and I gave in.

"Daddy?" I whispered.

moment,

My father's breathing remained unchanged. I spoke again, the second time a little louder.

"Daddy?"

the dim

what is it?" "Daddy, I'm scared." "Of

okay. There's nothing to worry about." "Do you mind if

my father moved aside and patted the

room and cautiously climbed into bed. I stretched my feet under the sheets and my toes touched my father's bare calf. I nestled in further, lying down and

boomed again

and scooted closer to my father. His arms

laid my

was not

pressed against his warm skin. I draped a hand over his stomach, squeezing my hand around his waist. I placed my legs against his. It was then I realized he

didn't think you'd be in bed with me. If you want,

waist and snuggled my head into his

like your warmth. ! feel so safe

caressing my shoulder. I mewled a bit and slid my leg against

you, Daddy,"