Thread: Couples, groups, incest, and more; mostly modern

Here's a writing sample John stood in the front lawn raking up a few stray leaves that had fallen during last night's storm, wearing a white tee-shirt and an old pair of cargo shorts. It had been a quick but powerful burst, the kind that was followed by a bright sunny day like today. John's marketing job kept him busy enough during the week that he had to block out time on weekend mornings to do household chores. Luckily, aside from raking and sweeping up the garage, he would have a light day. Of course, this would be going a lot faster if he could focus on the task at hand. Instead, his gaze, and thoughts, were elsewhere. Ahead of him stood Brittany, his sixteen-year-old stepdaughter. She was wearing a white bikini, one of the new style that seemed popular this year that left a good bit of her rear-end exposed, halfway towards being a thong. Brittany was doing a series of stretches, crunches, and bends on a yoga mat in the front lawn. The front lawn got sun this time of day, and she was undoubtedly trying to improve her already excellent tan. John was jealous, he had a fairly swarthy complexion, but did not have the time to get out in the sun like his stepdaughter. And there she was, ten feet away, bending and twisting, her barely covered ass and shoulders holding John's gaze. When he had first married Jackie, five years ago, he hadn't thought about Brittany like that. Dating and then marrying a single-mom meant warming up to her child gradually, and it had taken a while for him to really feel accepted into Brittany's life. Recently though, Brittany had really started to blossom, and like most teenagers, started wearing clothes that showed-off her body and antagonized her mother. John had first noticed a few months ago, when Brittany was helping clean-up the kitchen, a little pink thong peeking out of the back of her yoga pants. John had instinctively stared, felt guilty, and looked away, only to look again. Over the last few weeks he'd become increasingly less cautious in stealing a glimpse at his stepdaughter. It wasn't that he didn't love Jackie. She was an amazing woman, and still quite attractive. Sure she had begun to show her age a little recently, but so had he. A solid gym regimen kept his build toned, but not quite as muscular as he'd been on his wedding day. He and Jackie were a good match. Their sex life could be a bit more lively, but after 6 years together, he figured that was to be expected. But that didn't mean his eyes didn't wander to the often under-dressed high school girl he shared a home with. How did she look naked, compared to her mom? What would that tight little body feel like pressed against his? What did she think of her stepdad? These thoughts were racing through John's head when he realized he had raked maybe 2 leaves in the last ten minutes. That's when he heard Jackie yelling. Mom had had enough of her daughter's bikini-workout routine. Shifting gears into his stepfather role, he flashed Brittany a sympathetic smile and a what-can-I-do shrug as she went indoors. Before he knew it, Jackie was behind him asking questions. What do you mean? he asked, nervously. Her tone implied he would have a hard time talking his way out of this. Had she noticed him staring? Was he that obvious? Shit, he was hard, did she notice that too? Sigh. Time to fess up, a little. Umm, look honey. Guys stare, I mean, we've been to the beach together... Now he was just digging himself in deeper. I mean she's our daughter, your daughter, I would never think of her like that... A lie, though he hoped he could sell it with a smile. You know I love you, I think you're beautiful. I just...there was a girl in a bikini in front of me, I forgot my place, and I got distracted... He gave her the I-messed-up-and-I-know-it sadguilty face, hoping that might save him. His heart raced. He was still hard.