My Stepdaughter's Bestie

Part Four

It's been two days since my and Chloe's rendezvous in the kitchen, for lack of better terms. It's replayed in my mind dozens of times since then. Every time I see her, I think about how eager she was to get on her knees for me.

This should truly be every man's dream come true. Chloe is as sexy as it gets, sinewy curves and a gorgeous face. She's eager and tempting.

But in the back of my mind all I can think about is how wrong it is. She's my step daughter's best friend, staying with us just for the summer and not worth throwing away my marriage.

Granted, everything is still new with Carol...

"Come on, Mark," I whisper to myself, splashing water in my face. Over the past couple of days I've been trying everything I can to find loopholes to be with Chloe.

Carol isn't the most sexually adventurous person, and I have needs. Chloe has already met some of those needs and more. Plus, it's been quite a while since Carol and I have slept together. You know what they say, "if he's not getting it from you he's getting it from somewhere else."

Even thinking that makes my stomach curdle with guilt. Am I really trying to blame Carol for what happened right now?

She deserves better than this. I feel like I need to tell her the truth but I don't know how. She'll hate me forever, and that's not even considering the fact that our marriage was very hasty and no prenuptial agreement was signed.

We live in her house but we both split the mortgage and bills. We have separate bank accounts, too. Regardless, no prenup means that she's still entitled to a good portion of my savings account. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Carol might seem kind, sometimes meek, but you never really know someone until you see their bad side. Carol hasn't shown me that yet.

But boy am I going to show her mine...

"Mark?" Carol's voice echoes through the hall. "Are you coming out? The hot dogs are burning."

Right. I thought I could escape for a few minutes and collect myself before I did something I would regret. Of course, I was wrong.

It's Memorial Day weekend, so she wanted to celebrate as much as possible with a barbecue and marvelous firework display tonight. It sounded like a good idea a week ago when she brought it up and we went out and got all of the supplies, but now having to sit across the patio table with my wife as Chloe lounges poolside in a bikini is as torturous as it comes.

Chloe has made a point to tempt me every free moment she's had since the kitchen. Whenever the two of us are left in a room alone together she lifts up her shirt, showing me her perfect breasts hidden under whatever bra she's wearing. I've found panties sitting on the keyboard in my office, which I of course used as she probably intended. On top of that, she has sent me plenty of pictures of her in the shower.

It seems like she has a lot of fun in the shower...

To make matters worse, her and Leah are almost always touching each other. When Carol is out of the room or running an errand their hands are all over each other, tracing each other's curves as they kiss each other's necks, their tongues feeling each other's mouths. It's fucking hot.

I swear both of them know exactly what they're doing. Leah hasn't slipped up in the same way as Chloe, but the two of them are flaunting whatever it is between them for me to see. They know I'm looking, too.

They might not know about the camera in their room, but they know I have clear access to the backyard from my office. They know I can hear them when they moan loudly, rubbing their pussies against each other in Leah's room.

It's the hottest thing that's ever happened to me and it makes me feel like I'm actually in hell. If this were anything but that, I could walk around and see the two of them doing this and bend both of them over to fuck them as hard as I want. They're just off limits enough that I can't.

When I finally go back outside, I avert my eyes from the girls and walk directly to the grill. I'm not trying to catch a glimpse of Chloe or Leah in their skimpy bikini tops as they prance around the backyard with each other.

Not knowing any better, Carol saw a set of squirt guns on sale near the register at Costco and she ended up buying them for the girls. She thought they would get a kick out of it because Leah apparently loved those when she was younger.

But it only encouraged them to take their tops off and squirt each other with water so they are glistening and dripping under the sun like Playboy centerfolds.

Carol is laughing with Leah about something while Chloe giggles quietly nearby. I ignore all three of them as I grab the tongs and flip the hot dogs over, seeing that they are far beyond charred at this point.

"I thought men were supposed to be incredible grill masters," Chloe teases, sidling up next me with a dewy wine cooler in hand.

It's no secret these two are hot young girls on campus who have probably had their fair share of alcohol at parties, so Carol and I aren't strict about them drinking while they're here. Both of us agree that it's better to allow them to drink safely then have them sneak out to God only knows where and do it in private.

"What can I say, I like them burnt," I lie, not looking at her as I flip over the rest of the hot dogs to cook the less charred side and make it somewhat even.

Without even looking at her, I can sense how Chloe tosses a glance over her shoulder at Leah and Carol. She leans in closer and I can feel the cool air clinging to her skin as she presses her damp body against me.

I feel just how tight her body is and I wish I could wrap an arm around her waist, grabbing a handful of her perky ass and squeezing it.

"I need you," Chloe purrs, her voice barely above a whisper so nobody else hears. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about the way your cock tasted. I want to feel all of it inside of me."

Fucking hell.

I clear my throat and try to focus on the grill as the blood rushes from my head to my groin, leaving me almost dizzy. I don't say anything. I can't. If I say something that offends her or gets a reaction out of me, someone is bound to notice and I can't have them asking what the two of us were talking about.

"I think about it constantly," Chloe continues, her hand moving to squeeze my bicep as her eyes burrow into me. It takes all my strength not to turn and look at her gorgeous blue eyes. "Just the thought of feeling how hard you get between my legs makes me wet. Do you want to know how wet I am right now?"

Oh god, yes. Yes I fucking do.

I would love to know how much her pussy is dripping at the thought of my cock. But I can't tell her that.

"The food is almost ready," I say, grabbing one of the barbecue chicken thighs and pulling it off, trying to will the boner forming in my pants to go away.

I look over Chloe's shoulder to see that Leah and Carol are still enraptured in whatever conversation they're having. I take advantage of the momentary distraction and grab the plate full of food and rush over to the patio table to sit down before anybody notices the bulge in my pants.

It would be mighty unfortunate explaining why I have a semi to my wife right in front of the two smoking hot college girls wandering around in bikini tops.

I call them over and everybody surrounds me on the table, conversation coming to a complete halt as they grab whatever food they want.

All three of them get heaping portions on their plate, chicken, hot dogs, burgers and handfuls of chips. Everyone digs in, paying their compliments to the chef as they taste my family's old barbecue chicken recipe.

Conversation starts up again after a few minutes and I barely pay attention. The girls are all talking to each other and my mind wanders toward Chloe. She is sitting there acting like she didn't just tell me she wants me to fill her pussy, looking at my wife like she's a friend, maybe even a mother figure.

I don't understand her. I don't understand how she is able to act like everything is normal. I'm barely keeping it together myself.

As hot as it was, and as much as I want to do it again, what happened between the two of us in the kitchen was wrong and it can't happen again. Chloe needs to know that.

"What do you think, Mark?" Carol asks, nudging me on the elbow with a playful smile.

"About?" I ask, feeling the heat on the back of my neck realizing I wasn't listening to a word she said.

"A beach day tomorrow. All three of us and Pauline." Carol raises her eyebrows excitedly as if she's trying to entice me into it. The idea of seeing Carol's sister tomorrow sends a chill down my spine. The two of us haven't always gotten along and I feel like Pauline would be able to sniff out what's happening as soon as she gets here.

But how am I supposed to tell my wife that?

"You know, I'm not such a big fan of the beach," I say, wiping my hands on a napkin and shrugging.

"Oh come on," Leah says, resting her elbows on the table and flashing me a playful smile. "You can sit under an umbrella with one of your old books if you want. You don't have to have fun."

"Isn't that the whole point of going to the beach?" I laugh. I don't see why Leah cares so much. But then again, if she is somehow in cahoots with what's happening with Chloe, then maybe she has something else up her sleeve.

"We might need a designated driver," Chloe adds, raising her eyebrows and flashing me a puppy dog smile.

I look away from her toward my wife as quickly as I can. "Pauline can't drive?"

"You know she's going through a break up with Carl. Her words to me were verbatim 'I need to get fucked up, margs on the beach?'"

I fake a laugh and take a bite of my burger. I chew it slowly as I can to try and think of an excuse out of this. We live about an hour away from the beach, so it's not too far. Definitely too far for an Uber, though.

"All right, I'll drive you guys," I say, inspiring a light round of applause from them all.

I continue eating while they make plans for things to bring, talking about what they're going to wear, and sharing memories about the last time they all went to the beach. Carol and I only have sedans, so Pauline is going to drive us there in her hybrid SUV. Leah makes a point to joke about how she and Chloe are going to be squished in the back like sardines next to me.

My heart races at the idea of being packed against their bikini clad bodies for an hour and a half, even if it is going to be in a car with my wife and sister-in-law.

Chloe and Leah spend the rest of the evening together as I hurry to clean up the mess with Carol, desperate to avoid interacting with Chloe at all. She and I are going to have to have a conversation about what's been happening, and I don't know how it's going to go.

As soon as the sun set, we set off the firework display, admiring it as I light each and every one of them. The neighbors are doing the exact same thing and the sky looks like it's on fire by the end of the evening.

Carol had one too many Smirnoff ices, so she heads to bed a little early. I don't waste time following her because I know being away from her breeds opportunity with Chloe and I don't want that. I have to remove that variable from my life.

I settle into the pillow, closing my eyes as I fall asleep dreaming about what happened between me and Chloe in the kitchen. Even though I know it can never happen again, I still have the memory and that's going to have to be good enough.

My dreams carry me away to a world where I live in a house, completely isolated from the rest of the world, with only Chloe and Leah at my disposal. I don't have to work and they're not going to school, so the only thing the three of us are ever focused on is pleasure. That plays on an endless loop for all three of us.

Both of them walk around the house naked, arm in arm, stopping frequently to pin each other against walls and kiss. I'm a silent observer that gets to watch everything they do. I see how their hands grab each other's flesh, long fingernails digging into each other's skin. I hear their moans as if they're right against my ear, begging for the release of pleasure that's been building up for hours each day.

It takes us to the kitchen where I'm sitting with a cup of coffee and both of them walk in, bending over the front of it to display their perfect asses and wet pussies. I feast on them. My tongue moves from their small puckered assholes, all the way down to their clits as they tremble against the table.

Both of them kiss while I taste the juices on my tongue, listening to their breathless pants while they explore each other's bodies with their hands.

Chloe rolls over and leans back on the table, Leah climbing on top of her as she grinds her pussy against Chloe's swollen clit. I stand up and kick off my pants, positioning my aching cock right outside of Chloe's tight hole.

Leah grinds against her while I stuff her with every inch of my cock, hearing how she screams out and her entire body vibrates from the intense pleasure.

It's so real I can almost feel her tight pussy around me, how warm and wet it is. It's the best fucking dream I've ever had.

When my eyes flutter open I see that I'm surrounded by darkness, and for a moment I feel like I'm still lingering in the liminal space between the real and dream world because I feel phantom sensations around my cock.

For a brief moment I close my eyes and lean into it, desperate to get back to the world where I can feel Chloe's tight pussy around me. I need it more than anything.

I hear a wet noise in the room around me and my eyes jolt open and reality smacks me in the face. The phantom sensations around my cock are actually very real.

So is the sound of a wet mouth sloppily wrapping around me, slurping at the juices dripping from my cock.

I look down and squint through the darkness to see Chloe kneeling over me with her eyes closed, one hand wrapped around my cock as it pumps up and down, her lips pursed around my head as she swirls her tongue around it in deliciously slow circles.

"What the--" I freeze mid sentence as Chloe's eyes open and immediately dart to the body in bed beside me. Carol is there still sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling. She's tucked into the blanket that's been pushed over my waist, soft snores coming from her throat.

Chloe solely pulls my cock out of her mouth and smirks at me, letting her tongue do all of the work for a moment as she licks her way all the way to the base then back up again, giving me a playful kiss as a glob of my precum slides between her lips.

I freeze. I don't know what to do.

Carol is right beside me and if I move too quickly or if I'm too loud I risk waking her up. She'll see Chloe on the bed in front of me, my cock in her mouth, and there will be no explaining my way out of the situation. Carol will never be able to look at me the same way.

But I can't just let Chloe suck me off again. Can I?

Fuck... I mean, she's already doing it. Maybe if I were to close my eyes and pretend like I didn't know...

No, I can't do that. I've already made the decision to end this, and Chloe has taken it in her own hands to continue it.

I reach down and weave my fingers through her hair, pulling her head away from me. She fights against me like my cock is a lifeline for her in the middle of the desert. She eventually lets go and her hand keeps pumping against me, driving me closer to an intense orgasm that is bound to wake up my wife.

"What are you doing?" I mouth. Chloe hears what I'm saying but just shrugs her shoulders, grabbing my hand and guiding it down her body to the panties she's wearing. She's so fucking wet.

She pulls her hand away from me and I have every opportunity to stop feeling the growing wetness between her legs, but I don't. My fingers massage the patch as she leans back and opens her mouth, silently moaning from the small amount of pleasure I'm giving her.

Chloe eventually surprises me by moving closer, straddling me as she presses her soaked panties against my cock. She lowers herself so I can feel her juices against me and I let out a small groan.

Carol shuffles in the bed beside us and my entire body stiffens. Unfortunately, it does nothing to quell the desire I feel right now.

All she does is pull the blankets up to snuggle underneath them even more, still snoring and breathing quietly. Chloe takes that as a green light and starts grinding her hips against me, the satiny exterior of her panties brushing against the full length of my cock as she trembles every time her clit brushes against my head.

She bites her lip as she stares down at me, the pleasure starting to overwhelm her. I know I should stop this, that I shouldn't let her do this to me right now. We're in bed right beside my wife and at any given moment she could wake up and my entire life would implode.

But at the same time, I'm right on the cusp of an incredible pleasure and saying no to it is much harder than I'd ever imagined.

Chloe keeps grinding herself against me and I reach toward her panties, pulling the crotch to the side so her pussy lips are bare against me. I stare at them as they wrap around my cock, feeling all of her juices completely soaking me.

Feeling the actual flesh of her lips against me is intoxicating and it only makes me want more of her.

She glides effortlessly up and down my cock, pinning it to my stomach as she coats every inch of it with her juices. All I can think about is how easy it would be to slide it inside of her, to feel her walls clenching around me.

I have to know what it feels like.

My cock is already so hard and I'm close to cumming just from the friction she's creating right now and I can't think straight. My mind is hazy and the only thing I know I need is to feel her from the inside.

The little voice in my mind telling me that this is wrong, telling me to push her off of me and turn on the lights, make a scene so Carol knows I didn't start, this dies down.

Instead, I let out a quiet moan as I reach for her hips, stopping her and lifting them just enough for me to position my cock underneath her. Chloe smiles excitedly and before I can even squeeze her hips to let her know I'm ready, she lowers herself on me, taking every inch of my cock inside of her in one fell swoop.

Her entire body goes tense and I have to close my eyes and bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from making any noise. When I open them, I see her eyes practically rolling back in her head as she breathes heavily.

I lift her shirt up to see her tits and she slowly takes it off, tossing it aside.

The two of us have to be so fucking quiet right now because if Carol were to wake up there is no explaining my way out of this situation. But the idea of my wife being right beside me as this sexy teen rides my cock is so fucking hot.

I look to my left just to make sure Carol is still sound asleep and she doesn't seem to have roused.

My hands wander her body, tracing the tight curves before landing on her breasts and squeezing them. Her nipples harden under my touch and I rub my thumbs over them, watching as she bites her lip hard to stay quiet.

I know this is her first time and it's probably not ideal, but I want it to be as pleasurable for her as possible. I lower my hands to her waist and grab a hold, digging my skin into the soft flesh as I gently rock her back and forth. I have to show her how she's supposed to move on me to create that beautiful friction that will send her over the edge.

She's so fucking tight around my cock that I don't know how long I can last. Her pussy is already dripping wet and tightening around me. It's the best thing I've ever felt in my life.

Chloe lets out a small moan as I pull her hips against me and slowly pump my cock below her, pulling it in and out of her tight little pussy. I move a hand up to clasp her mouth shut, looking back at Carol to make sure she doesn't hear a lick of this.