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Brandy and Shannon

An Awakening

A typical weekend at my house involves my step-daughter and anywhere from one to six of her friends coming over, renting movies, eating garbage food, and staying up until anywhere from one to three in the morning.

A few occasions involved all-nighters, where everyone would sleep in until 2 in the afternoon. I'd typically let them do whatever they wanted. I really didn't set limits, because it didn't involve drinking, they weren't doing drugs, and they weren't really 'crossing any lines', unless you count dirty conversations, sexually perverted remarks, discussions about guys dick sizes, and snide remarks about how lousy someone was in bed.

I always got a kick out of her friends conversations. On more than one occasion, they had asked me for some input, to which I would typically laugh and say, "I can't get into that."  The last thing I wanted was someone's mom or dad getting wind that I was participating in anything like that. They already judged our family, criticized us, and acted different because we weren't typical. We were laid-back, didn't concern ourselves with how others thought about us, and pretty well did what our own thing.

One night I decided that I really didn't give a shit. I just gave up caring. I know people were going to judge, and I wasn't going to change who I was, or what I did for anyone. 

My step-daughter Brandy would often point out that others didn't like our attitude. I'd shrug and just laugh. She knew I didn't care. 

One of my step-daughter's friends was an exception. Her friend Shannon, one of Brandy's classmates, is cute, funny, friendly, has the foulest mouth of anyone her age I've ever known, and literally says whatever she wants.

There have been so many times that she's made some off the wall dirty sexual comment.  I'd laugh, and tell her, "Don't promise something your little body or cute mouth can't carry through with." Little did I know how true that statement would be one evening at my house.

Friday afternoon came around. I was home from work early. Brandy walked into the living room with her books, backpack and her computer and set them on the couch.

"Mom isn't coming home tonight. She's going to finish up at work and she's going to head to Uncle Frank's house." Brandy said.

I just laughed.

That was typical of our relationship. It had been that way for quite some time.

We'd talked about a divorce a couple of times, but it just simply never happened. I left it alone. I could deal with most of what was going on. Except I wanted sex. And I sure wasn't getting it from her. Even at 40, I had hormones, and I had a sex drive.

I thought she was cheating. I went as far as checking into it. Even accused her a couple of times. She laughed, would deny it, and that would be the end of that. At one point, she even told me if I was that horny and desperate, I should find a girlfriend. I was initially pissed off, but then realized that I was just different, and I wanted to make a change.

I was home one night and I overheard a conversation on the phone. Brandy was talking to someone. I could only hear one side of the conversation, but halfway through, I heard her say Shannon's name.

"Shannon. That's kinda gross. He's my step dad. He's forty. You're sixteen. That's kind of weird. Just whatever you do, don't get caught," Brandy said.

I didn't hear anything else, and just let it go. As open-minded as I was, that was even pushing my limits. I'd looked at Brandy's friends on occasion, but I'd never considered something like that. 

I went back to my computer, was poking around online, and looked up as Brandy walked into the room.

"Can we go get Shannon?" Brandy asked.

"Yeah. That's fine. Let me get my stuff," I said.

As I was getting up, Brandy walked up to me, and without a word, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. She looked up into my face, stared at me, and then pulled back.

I didn't know what to say. I just stood there looking at her. She finally spoke.

"Well, say something," Brandy said.

I responded by walking up to her, pulling her against me, and hugging her again.

Brandy laughed.

"Well, that's definitely saying something," she said.

It was awkward. This was not the relationship we had. We'd joke, we'd laugh, we'd talk, and we'd share stories about her school, my work and life in general. Conversations about her mom weren't really part of what we talked about. We just knew to stay away from it.

That night, however, was different. Brandy brought up the subject of her mom. I just shrugged.

"Can't let something bother me that I can't change. But I can change one thing," I finally said.

"What's that?" Brandy said.

"Can I have another hug," I finally said.

She blushed.

Without a word, she walked up to me, opened her arms, and I stepped into them.

I squeezed. I felt her boobs against my chest. I felt her squeezing harder.

I looked down at her. She looked up at me.

And without a word, I leaned down, and kissed her on the mouth.

She stepped back in shock.

I stood there, my face burning up, beet read, and just stared at her.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I didn't want to do that," I finally said.

Brandy looked at me. Her face turned red.

"You didn't want to do that?" She finally said.

"No. I mean, yeah, I did want to do that. I don't know if I wanted to do that. But I shouldn't have done that," I finally said.

She stood there, looking at me without a word.

And then she spoke.

"But what if I wanted you to do it?" Brandy asked.

 

To be continued....

 

 

 

 

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