"You've grown up quite a bit since I saw you last," Trent said, looking me up and down. "I'm glad you came. You can stay here as long as you like, so make yourself at home. I realize I'm not your stepfather any longer, and I regret that I haven't been a part of your life these last couple of years. But I hope it won't take long for us to renew our family ties."
"I'd like that," I said.
Trent nodded. "You'll be given an allowance," he continued. "Barney can arrange for whatever else you need to live comfortably. I only have one rule."
"Yes, sir?" I asked. "Name it."
"Stay out of my bedroom. It's the only part of my house that is strictly off limits. If you follow this one simple rule, we should get along just fine."
He was right. During the first week that I stayed with Trent, I don't remember the last time I was happier or was more pampered. From spa treatments to meals prepared by his personal chef, I had never lived in such luxury. But Trent's only rule piqued my curiosity. Why would he care so much that I stay out of his bedroom? Maybe it was because he was a man, with a man's desires, and I was a young and very available woman. It wouldn't be proper for his virginal stepdaughter to be alone with him in his bedroom. Not that I would have minded.
But something told me there was more to the story. Late at night, I heard strange and unexplainable noises coming from Trent's room. Sometimes the noises woke me up. Other times I was already lying awake in bed, unable to sleep. Then morning would come, and it was like nothing had ever happened.
After a particularly raucous-sounding night I slept late, then found Trent looking very well rested and chipper at the kitchen table. He was wearing boat shoes and a cream-colored cashmere sweater draped over the shoulders of his white collared shirt. Very preppy.
"Good morning, beautiful!" Trent said, his eyes lighting up when he saw me. "Sit down and eat up! Barney made his special eggs Benedict today. You'll need a big breakfast if you're planning to accompany me today."
"Okay," I said, not sure what Trent was talking about. "Where are we going?"
"Barney didn't tell you? God damn it." An irritated look flashed across Trent's face, but only for a second before the smile returned. "My secretary cleared my schedule, and I'm taking the yacht out to the harbor. Should be a beautiful day for sailing. Care to join me?"
We took Trent's helicopter to the harbor where he kept his yacht, a long and sleek white vessel named the Queen Nano. Trent showed me how to handle the rigging as the wind caught our sails and swept us out to the middle of the harbor. Gulls flew overhead and the sun shone on the water. We steered into a headwind, making our way through the harbor and toward the ocean.
Trent's cheeks were ruddy in the salty breeze, and I could see my own reflection in his expensive sunglasses. The view in the reflection was distorted like a fun-house mirror, exaggerating the hourglass shape of my figure. My boobs were big and round in my bikini top, and my hips were even rounder, veiled by a flowing sarong knotted just below my belly button.
Trent looked at me without saying a word. I couldn't read his eyes through those dark sunglasses, couldn't tell if he liked what he saw. He had loosened a couple of buttons of his shirt, which whipped in the breeze. I could see more of his chest than usual. His skin was deliciously tanned with a patch of fuzzy hair that I wanted to run my fingers through.
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A smirk spread across Trent's lips, and he casually re-fastened one of the buttons of his shirt, blocking my view of his chest hair. I blushed when I realized he had caught me staring. Feeling embarrassed, I turned and watched a shrimping boat sailing in with its morning catch.
"What a pretty day," I said.
"It's glorious, isn't it?" Trent replied. "This is where I come when I need to get away from everything and clear my head. I thought maybe you could use the same thing. Do you want to tell me why your mom sent you to live with me?"
If possible, my face reddened even more. The words began to spill out. It's like I had been holding onto all my grievances ever since Mom divorced Trent in the first place, just waiting for the opportunity to unleash them now. She was selfish and conniving, thinking only of herself. It was obviously her fault that she and Trent broke up. "What that bothers me most is when I allow her hateful attitude to rub off on me. That's my biggest fear, you know? That I will grow up to be just like her."
Trent pocketed his sunglasses. His blue eyes were full of emotion as they searched mine.
"Listen to me, Ava," he said, taking my hands in his. "You are not your mother. You are nothing like her. You are an adult now, and you can be anyone you want. You can go to any college you want. You are your own person-a beautiful person-and no one is going to change that."
Trent reached up and swept away a strand of hair that had fallen across my face. The tips of his fingers gently brushed my skin, the merest touch sending tingles through my body. God, why did he have to be so handsome? I felt so much gratitude to Trent for knowing exactly what to say. He had taken me in when he didn't have to, and now he was helping me come to grips with my fraught relationship with my mother.
His lips were dry from the salt in the air. I wanted to kiss that mouth of his, to lick the salt and taste him. My tongue ran along my lips, wetting them, as I fantasized about things I shouldn't. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about the fact that Trent was my stepdad. I had completely forgotten about the mysterious issues regarding his off-limits bedroom. I just wanted him to hold me. I leaned forward, and Trent opened his arms and took me in his warm embrace. My face was buried in that firm chest of his as I breathed in his manly scent. Being in Trent's arms calmed me and filled me with confidence. His strong hands ran up and down my back, the way a real father might hug his own daughter.
Suddenly the yacht crashed into a wave. The jolt pitched Trent out of his seat and down to the deck of the yacht. He fell on his back, and I landed right on top of him. My boobs bouncing everywhere as I crashed on top of him, my legs straddling his waist. I was too stunned to move. Trent chuckled once, and I laughed too, until I realized the way he was greedily eyeing my rack. Amid the jostling my breasts were threatening to spill out of my bikini top. If Trent wanted, one tug would free my tits and Trent could see whatever he wanted. The fantasy sent a funny tingling feeling between my legs.
That's when I noticed the unmistakable bulge pressing against my crotch. Trent's manhood was standing at attention and growing firmer by the second.
"Someone's happy to see me," I giggled.
Trent chuckled. He was not embarrassed in the least by his erection. "Get off me, you little brat," he said.
"No, I think I like it here just fine," I said, even as I felt his hands grabbing me.
Trent's fingers sank into the softness of my hips as he prepared to lift me up. I was trying to play it cool, but the truth was I was a bundle of nerves. My crotch was pulsing with desire. I was overcome by a need to rub my crotch against his hardness, to make myself feel good. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. His hands were still holding me tightly, but he made no move to push me away. I touched Trent's chest, my fingers trailing up and down his pecs, and I lowered my mouth to his.
My lips brushed against his, my my tongue wetting his lips. Trent did not return my kiss. He lay there motionless for a moment. Then his mouth parted slightly to accept my kiss. His lips nuzzled mine as his tongue dipped into my mouth. Trent's hands groped my ass, and my mound was grinding into the firmness of Trent's crotch. My pussy was dripping wet and begging for more. I wanted to feel my stepfather's cock inside me.
Trent nibbled my lip, then my earlobe. I moaned as he kissed my neck, sucking the skin. With one hand still groping the fullness of my ass, his other hand found my breasts and freed them from the bikini. They spilled out. Trent took my breasts in his hands and massaged them, teasing my hard little nipples as I purred with pleasure.
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He was getting rougher, groping and squeezing my breasts until they almost hurt. I gasped when he pinched my nipples and was caught off guard when he rolled me onto my back, his weight on top of me. My stepfather grabbed my wrists and held my hands together behind my head. I tried to wiggle loose but Trent was holding me too tightly. I felt a sudden panic at the thought of being trapped by him, of being pinned to the deck, powerless to resist such a strong man. My heart was racing from fear and arousal. One hundred percent of my body was ready to submit to him, to be dominated by Trent, to be ravaged by his rock-hard cock.