F*cking My Stepfather! /Forbidden/Erotica

Chapter One 

I sat on the sofa, in the dark. The tv and light were turned off, I just needed nothing to distract me as I pondered my choices. I didn’t have many though, end it or continue to be unhappy. So many times I found myself in that position, wondering the same question and every time David Jackson managed to worm his way back into my head, my heart… and my bed. 

...But it's not as simple as just ‘’Loving someone who was bad for me’’... David Jackson was my stepfather. 

Even if he wasn’t my stepfather, things weren’t black and white anymore. This wasn’t just wrong, this was really… really-fucked-up-wrong. There were so many secrets when it came to my relationship with David and unfortunately, those secrets won’t stay hidden for long. 

Another reason why I needed to end this. 

There was NO way we could be together, it’s just... impossible. 

Our fucked up taboo relationship would destroy so many lives. That can’t happen. 

No, this was it. I’ve made up my mind. We were over… I just needed to tell David. Now. Before I changed my mind. 

Taking a deep breath in and slapping my knees, I stood up, I held my head high, nodding to myself and marched all the way to David’s library. I knew he would be in there, he always was. 

When mum married him, we moved into his house, it was a bloody mansion. Like one of those typical rich people houses you see on TV with a tennis court, swimming pool, full-size Beauty and the Beast-style library, about a zillion rooms… game rooms... need I go on? 

Making my way up the spiral staircase, my naked feet pitter-patter on the cold, hard oak floor. I just kept telling myself over and over in my head, this was the right choice, this was the right thing to do. I loved David. I stupidly made the age-old mistake and fell in love with the man I was having an affair with. 

Rookie mistake. 

...especially since he knew I had feelings for him and he used them to get what he wanted. To bend me to his will... and pathetically… I often let him. 

I stood in front of the large door to the library and took another few deep breaths before I raised my fist and knocked. I knew he was in there, he always was. It's like he locks himself up in there, working and only comes out when he either wanted food, my mum.. or me. 

..it was also the room in which a lot of our sexual exploits took place. I shivered at the memories and then instantly shook the same thoughts out of my head. 

No. No, I can't get distracted by them now. 

The longer I waited for him to call me in, the more nervous I felt. Just as I nearly talked myself into leaving and not doing this, I heard his voice from inside, bellowing me to enter. 

Twisting the door handle and pushing it open, I headed inside. I decided to leave the door open, just so he wouldn’t get any funny ideas. Mum wasn’t home, but even if she was, if the door was closed… he wouldn’t care. 

‘Danger of being caught makes it all the more exciting’. 

That was like his motto.

As usual, David was sitting behind his enormous desk, typing away on his latest Macbook. He really was one of those people who had to buy the latest technology as soon as it came out just because he could. If I had to put a bed on it, I’d say he was working again. He and mum often fought about how much he works. She wants his attention, his attention is always on other things… so she finds attention elsewhere with different things… and different people. 

...if only she knew he did too… with her daughter… 

‘‘David, I’ve been thinking. I can’t do this anymore, we can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry’’. He didn’t even look up at me. Did he hear me? ‘’David?’’ sighing, he pushed himself away from his desk and walked around it to me. 

‘’Are we really going through this again, darling?’’ I looked away from him, letting my gaze retreat to the floor. ‘’Every few months your conscious gets the better of you, when will you learn to just have fun?’’ I looked up again

‘’It's not about fun’’. I told him sternly, but when he didn’t really react to what I was saying, I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Talking to him sometimes was like talking to a brick wall. Pointless. 

Saying what I needed to, whether he listened or not, I turned and left the room, closing the door behind me. I hadn’t even made it to the stairs before I heard the door open again and footsteps follow. 

‘’Julie… Julie, wait’. I knew if I did, he would just try and convince me I was making the wrong choice, so I kept walking. ‘’Julie?!’ He shouted this time and I instantly froze. I felt his hand on my shoulder and he spun me around. 

‘’David, we can’t do this anymore, you know that. You know this is wrong!’’ 

‘’You didn’t care how wrong this was last night when I was making you cum on my cock’’. I felt my face heat up from his accusation and for a second, I was speechless. 

‘’That was yesterday. This is now and I am saying we can’t do this anymore’’. 

 ‘’Well, I don’t want to stop doing this... So, what now?’’ I huffed and shook my head. Unbelievable. I went to walk away again but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, pushing me against the wall and pressed his body to mine. I tried to push him away, but he was over 6 foot and was a lot stronger than me, so it was almost impossible to make him budge. 

‘’Dave, please… stop!’. Smirking, he stepped away from me again and I bolted down the stairs just to get away from him. 

He didn’t follow me down the stairs so I knew I was safe… but for how long? We lived together, it was hard enough to end it, to begin with, it will be harder to stay away from him. Every time I saw him, it was like our bodies were magnets and I was just compelled to him. 

No. 

Not this time. 

I might love him, but he didn’t love me, he never had and he never will. I just needed to remember that. This was a big house, but I still heard him at night, in his room, with my mum and I hated it. It completely destroyed me every single time and he didn’t care. 

I needed to get out of this house, I just… needed time alone…