Growing up I hated almost everything about my step father, mainly because I thought he was the one who split up my parents. Dillon moved in when I was nine and as I grew older I found new things to hate him for. One was how much more physically fit than my dad was, so I began to despise men and boys my age who looked after themselves. Always thinking they were vain and insecure.
Then as I reached around fourteen or fifteen I started to notice Dillon looking at me in a different way. It wasn't pervy, but it was definately sexual. It was the first time I actually felt any kind of bond with him, even if it was from afar. I'd look at myself naked in the mirror with my medium sized breasts, long slender legs and my best asset or what I thought was my best asset, my tight firm ass.
A girlfriend of mine told me one evening how she thought Dillon was such a good looking hunky guy and actually admitted to masturbating about him. I was seventeen at the time, Dillon would have been thirty eight, four years younger than my mom. It shocked me but it also made me look at Dillon in a different way. My adolecent ways forgotten I found myself imagining him naked, his muscles rippling as he moved, his tall frame towering above me and then noticing his large cock swaying as he walked. Never mind my friend, I began to rub my clit at night thinking of Dillons naked body, making myself cum.
Eight months ago Dillon and I stood by the side of my moms grave, both wrapped up in our grief. Everything I'd tried to deny about myself and Dillon, came flooding out in an outcry of tears and pained guilt. Dillon put his arms around me and it was the first public sighting of our total affection for one another, albeit briefly and restrained. That's because Dillon and I had been having sex secretly since I walked into his and my moms bedroom naked, a year before she was tragically killed in a car accident.
The night before I'd stayed over and knew when my mom went to work the following morning, I was going to do what I'd told Dillon I was by text the day before. All the years I'd masturbated imagining myself taking his cock didn't prepare me for the beautiful sight of his body and then his rising nine inch cock, as I climbed onto their bed. By the time I mounted my step fathers cock, he'd already eaten my pussy and ass until I'd cum twice.
Every week from that first time Dillon and I made time to have sex together. At their home or around at my apartment which I initially shared with my boyfiend when he was at work. We split when Dillon was the only man I wanted fucking my pussy and still super tight asshole.
We have remained secret in our relationship up until now, but shortly I will be telling everyone as Dillon and I will be moving away, to start a wonderful loving new life together. It's not a relationship most would want, but we didn't choose to fall in love and I do now love everything about him.