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Chapter 1
     
    “Oh, yeah, daddy. That feels so good. Mmm. Right there.” I brought my stepdad’s shirt up to my face, inhaling his scent, as I shoved two fingers in and out of my wet folds, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with my mother’s husband. His dark skin and ripped body turned me on like no other.
     
     
    “Oh, shit.” I moaned and thrashed around on my pink sheets, nobody in the empty house to hear me. “Fuck me with your big, black cock, daddy.”
     
     
    Ever since he’d moved in with us when I was fifteen I’d dreamed of being with him. But of course it never happened. Not for lack of trying on my part either. Since I turned eighteen I thought maybe there would be a chance but no matter how much I flirted–prancing around the house wearing barely anything, even flashing my pussy at him through the opening in my booty shorts several times, pretending it was an accident–he still wouldn’t give me the time of day.
     
     
    So, lately I’d taken to stealing his used shirts so I could masturbate and smell him at the same time. It drove me wild.
     
     
    My legs quivered as I my finger flicked over my swollen clit, circling the tight bundle of nerves before plunging three fingers into my tight pussy. I was so close. “Mmm, daddy, you feel so good.”
     
     
    Then the doorbell rang, breaking my concentration. I lay there on the bed out of breath, my fingers wet with my fluids. Whoever it was would go away soon, I decided, and went back to fingering myself.
     
     
    DING DONG! It came again, and I sighed, getting out of the bed, wiping my fingers off on his shirt then throwing on a pair of my pink cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. No bra, I decided. Maybe it was the UPS man. He was black too; not as attractive as my stepdad but I was so horny at that point I’d fuck anything.
     
     
    When I opened the door, it wasn’t the delivery man at all. I did a double take, trying to figure out what was going on.
     
     
    The man standing there looked almost exactly like my stepdad, but it definitely wasn’t him. This man was more built and had a shiny, bald head.
     
     
    He smirked as his eyes ran down my body, then back up. “Hi, I’m Justin.” Sticking out his hand.
     
     
    “I’m Chloe.” I put my hand out to his. His palm was rough and callused, like a man’s should be.
     
     
    He squeezed onto my hand, looking me in the eye, then bent forward, kissing my fingers. The very fingers I’d had buried inside my twat just moments ago. “You smell good,” he said.
     
     
    My face started to turn red, and I pulled my hand back. “Can I help you?” My brain was still trying to figure out why he looked so much like my stepdad.
     
     
    “Maybe. I think my brother lives here. Terrance?”
     
     
    Well, that made sense. They were brothers. “Yeah, he lives here.”
     
     
    “Are you his wife?” He grinned, looking right at my tits. “He always had a thing for the white women.”
     
     
    I knew he could see my nipples poking through the cotton material but I made no effort to hide them. “No, I’m his stepdaughter. He and my mom are at work.”
     
     
    “Ohh. That makes sense. Well, shit. He didn’t tell you I was coming?”
     
     
    I shook my head, mesmerized by his dark skin and thick muscles, my pussy still aching from being interrupted right before I was about to come.
     
     
    “Hmm. Okay, well do you mind if I come in, use your phone so I can give him a call?” There was a small duffel bag at his feet that he picked up before he walked passed me inside the house, not even waiting for me to say it was okay.
     
     
    As he passed me I caught a whiff of his scent, and I inhaled deeply. It was almost like my stepdad’s; but more manly, more raw.
     
     
    I shut the door and checked out his ass as he walked into the living room. It was hard and tight in his pants, powerful.
     
     
    He let his bag drop to the floor and looked around the living room, nodding his head.