Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 31475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“I don’t want my life to be like hers. I didn't even know her. I know this is terrible to say, but I don’t think I miss her. I long for the idea of what could have been.”
“And I’m telling you, sweet Sophie, that idea you are longing for would’ve just made you into me—a person who tried to be what their parents wanted but ended up like them, not closer to them. In fact I’m probably farther apart.” I drop my hand from her cheek and go back to eating my dinner.
“I’m not going to be like her,” I hear her whisper.
“Your mother wasn't a terrible person, she just wasn't a mother. She didn't get close to people and it's probably why our arrangement worked so well. Everything was about work, nothing more. After I realized there was nothing I could do to make my parents want us to be closer, I got lost in my career. It’s my life now; I just won't make the same mistakes as them by dragging someone else into my life and ignoring them. I don’t want or need that.” Or I thought I didn't. Because since Sophie walked into my life, work doesn’t seem so important. In fact, I haven't worked much at all. It doesn't matter that I’m not with her at all times; she still fills my every thought. She’s like a breath of fresh sweet air.
“It’s not too late for you. You could change too.”
I can’t bring myself to respond. I don’t want to think about it. I’ve spent years building my career, pouring hours of my life into it, but the idea of walking away from it leaves a sweet taste in my mouth. Sophie and I have more in common than I would’ve ever thought. She makes me want things I shouldn't. She makes me see myself opening a small firm on my own, coming home to a wife and children every night. But even if that was what I wanted, Sophie couldn't be that person. She's too young for me, and I couldn't imagine what people would say if I started fucking my stepdaughter. I wouldn't have to quit my job; I would be thrown out on my ass.
We finish the rest of our meal in silence. Afterwards, Sophie pops some popcorn and I go to the media room to set up a movie. I don’t want to give her any ideas. I just want to relax and try to have a normal step-dad/stepdaughter relationship with her. I know she’s lonely, but I can’t give her more than this no matter how much I want to. We could do something innocent like this on a regular basis to spend time together. Maybe fill in a little bit of that loneliness we both have. I pull out a movie from the ’80s I’ve seen a thousand times, and go to sit down. There’s a long couch in front of the screen and a single chair off to the side. I should probably sit in the single chair, but I want to stretch my legs out.
I decide to move the ottoman in front of the couch, and I take a seat off to the side, giving Sophie lots of room. I’ve been looking away from her, and I’ve gotten my cock finally under control, so I should be able to just sit here and watch the movie without any problems.
As she walks in, I look the other way, but I feel her sit a little too close to me.
“Sophie, you need to move down a little.”
“I just thought you might want some popcorn,” she says, and it sounds completely innocent. I would love nothing more than to pull her close, but we need to keep some distance. “Okay,” I say, and then I feel her scoot closer.
I feel the heat of her skin next to mine, but we aren’t touching. I feel my cock start to stir all over again. I need to get this shut down.
“I was thinking, your birthday is on Saturday and I have an event that night, but I thought I could take you to dinner and you could come with me. Meet some of the people your mother worked with?”
“That sounds really nice. I don’t know anyone here but Bryan and Lily.”
My jaw tightens at the mention of Bryan’s name. Maybe if she got some new friends she wouldn't want to hang out with him. “Well, you’ll need a dress. We can see about getting one tomorrow?” I offer.
“I would love that! I can see more of the city then.” Her face lights up again, making my chest go tight. Shit, when she smiles her whole face lights up. A small dimple even forms in her left cheek.
I mentally pat myself on the back. Now I don’t have to worry about her hanging out with him tomorrow. I’ll call Holly and see if she’ll take Sophie dress shopping. I’m sure Holly will know all the places to go.
The movie starts playing and we both fall into silence. Once again, just like work, I can't seem to stop thinking about her and looking over at her. I curse the popcorn for masking Sophie’s scent. Now I can’t even get light traces of her sweet smell. At least that would be something to maybe help cool me.
“Bruce, you hold the popcorn. I’m a little cold and want a blanket.” She sets the bowl in my lap before I can respond, and then she pulls down the blanket off of the back of the sofa; covering up the lower half of her body.
I’m thankful she used something to shield her body from my eyes, but I wish she’d cover up her tits too. Her nipples are so hard and poke through her shirt. I keep thinking about baseball to try to get my mind off wondering if they are hard from the cold or from her being turned on.
We both stare at the screen in silence, and she reaches over to my lap for popcorn every few moments. I feel her wiggling closer to me until finally she’s pressed against my body.