Monday, March 27, 2017

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 18

For a long time that night Annabel lay in bed next to her husband, restless and unable to sleep. He had insisted on taking them all out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and they’d had a reasonably good time. He could be charming when he wanted to. But they’d all had a lot to drink, him most of all, even though he was driving. He never let anyone else drive his car, and when Annabel suggested they get a cab, he flatly refused.

Carla, meanwhile, was having a fantastic time. She loved sitting there knowing that she was fucking her father’s wife and that he had no idea. When Annabel excused herself to go to the bathroom, Carla went along – such a totally normal thing, two girls going to the ladies’ room together. Once they were alone inside, Carla wrapped her arms around Annabel from behind, fondling her breasts and then running one hand down to her crotch. Annabel begged her to stop, and she was so pathetic that Carla relented. There would be plenty of time for all this, she knew.

On the way home, Annabel sat in the passenger seat looking miserable as her husband drove 20 miles an hour over the speed limit, having polished off three brandies over dessert. They arrived home without incident, but Annabel was fuming as she washed her face and brushed her teeth. She was worried that when she went to bed, he was going to try something — she kind of felt like she didn't want him to touch her, but he was unaccustomed to being refused and might make a scene. So she dawdled in the bathroom as long as she could and, fortunately, by the time she got to bed he was already asleep.

She wished she could sleep too, but all she could think of was Carla — so close, and yet so far away. In her mind’s eye she saw herself standing up from the bed and creeping down the hallway to Carla's room. Carla was waiting for her, gloriously naked, having known she’d come. Carla took Annabel in her arms and kissed her, and one thing led to another....

But in reality Annabel didn’t have the guts. She sat there quietly in bed until sleep finally, mercifully, overtook her.


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