Stepdaddy's Frightened Virgin - Pornelope - ebook
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Olivia has been plagued with nightmares all her life, and only snuggling in her parents' bed makes her feel safe. But after her mother died, her stepfather told her she needed to grow up and deal with her nightmares like an adult.She really has tried...Until the magical night she catches him masturbating in the living room, and discovers a new way to make all her bad dreams go away forever!~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~Finally I did fall asleepand tumbled headlong right into one of my most common nightmares. I was trapped out in the snow in just my thin summer nightgown and bare feet. Wolves were snapping at me, just barely missing me with their gleaming six-inch fangs, and their eyes glowed ruby-red as the blizzard whipped by me. I turned to run, but my feet were frozen in the snow, and I couldn't move. I fell, and the first wolf attackedI woke with a muffled scream and raced into the narrow hallway, then leaned against the wall and gulped for air.The floor was icy-cold under my bare feet, but firelight was dancing out in the living room. It looked warm and safe. I headed for the inviting golden glow...then skidded to a stop just inside the doorway.Bill was sprawled across the comfortable leather couch, naked as a newborn baby, and his big hand was moving rhythmically up and down the big thing jutting up between his legs.I knew what it was, of course...I'd seen animals mating ever since I could walk. The male body was no mystery to me...from a clinical standpoint.But I'd never seen a naked human male body before, and it was totally different, somehow, than pencil sketches in a health book. I gasped, and Bill jumped a mile, and guiltily fumbled for the soft blanket he always draped over one worn armrest. It didn't help a lot; the blanket bulged up in a huge tent that was even more revealing than not having it there at all.I wanted to feel his comforting arms around me, so I climbed right into his lap, just the way I had when I'd been a frightened little girl."Liv!" Startled, he tried to push me away, but I laid my head on his shoulder, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You're too old for this kind of thing now," he scolded. His heart raced against my arm and the curve of my full breast. "This is wrong. You shouldn't be sitting in my lap anymore.""Why were you doing that?" I demanded.He looked embarrassed. "You know why.""Because touching it makes you feel good." Yes, I remembered my classes very well. "What I meant was, why were you doing it out here?""The first time I made love to your mother was out here in the living room, on our wedding night. She was nervous about going into the bedroom, so we sat out here by the fire and kissed, and touched each other, until she stopped being afraid..."His voice trailed off as sweet memories enveloped him. Beneath me, his long shaft surged again, and began to thud as his pulse quickened. "Every year, on our anniversary, I come out here and remember that night. It was so incredible that I just can't help stroking myself. I guess..." He ducked his head to hide his guilty expression. "I guess it helps bring your mom back, just a little. I miss her so much!""I think that's awfully nice," I told him, and snuggled a little tighter. "I hope my first time is that romantic."He jolted beneath me, and I thought I felt slick wetness dampen the blanket between us. "Your first time?" I was sure I heard him whisper in a husky half-gasp. Then he released a long shuddering breath...

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Stepdaddy’s Frightened Virgin

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2017 Pornelope

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

When I was little, I used to have nightmares all the time. I was scared of the dark, scared of the monsters in my closet and under my bed. Scared of bad storms, creepy movies, and the way our old house would creak when the wind blew hard.

I always found comfort by climbing into my parents’ bed, and snuggling between them. It made me feel safe. Nothing could get me while my stepfather’s strong arms were wrapped around me, and my mother was peacefully sleeping on my other side.

Then Mom died, and Dad and I only had each other. And he told me I was getting too old for nightmares, too old for climbing into his bed every night. It was time to grow up, and face my fears like an adult.

I wondered sometimes if he didn’t want me close anymore because I looked just like Mom; my almond skin and ebony hair were pure Polynesian. That just about broke my heart, and made me miss her even more.

I tried to be grown-up, I really did. But I missed climbing into that big old bed, watching the fire flicker across the room, and feel Dad’s heart beating slow and steady against my back. Staying in my own room every night was an endless torture.

Then everything changed one night. I’ll never forget it…not even one single moment. It was the most awesome night of my entire life. And I’ve never had a single nightmare again since then.

Here’s what happened:

It was Valentine’s Day. Mom had been gone for six years. Dad always got really depressed on Valentine’s Day, because that’s when he’d proposed to her one year, and married her the next year. We’d always held huge celebrations on Valentine’s Day until she died. After that…well, neither of us had felt like celebrating much.

It had been a really cold winter, and we were supposed to get another foot of snow overnight. That was in addition to the nearly two feet already piled up outside from the last snowfall, and the nine inches that still hadn’t melted from New Year’s. I like snow as much as the next person, but for heaven’s sake, enough is enough!

Anyway, the wind started howling right after dinner. Dad piled extra wood in the living room fireplace to keep the house really warm, and I went to bed early. I hoped to fall asleep fast, so I wouldn’t hear the wind screaming outside my window.