summary: jake didn't think he could fall victim to temptation, until he saw you.
word count: 1,378
warnings?:18+ MINORS DNI, one-sided stepdad/stepdaughter relations (jake lusting after his stepdaughter), male masturbation (to the thought of his stepdaughter), reader is over the age of 18 (roughly mid-20′s), age gap (jake is roughly late-40′s to early-40′s), not proofread, this probably isn't very good lmao
note: as stated in my request faqs (on tumblr), i don't write stepcest. however, i'm making an exception to this rule because i wanted to explore jake's inner turmoil in realizing his attraction to his stepdaughter without him ever taking any steps to act on such a taboo. i will not go further than this. do not send any requests asking to see him act on his desires. any such requests will not be responded to and promptly deleted.
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Jake hadn't thought much of you when he married your mother. You weren't around much. You were going to college, lived on campus, and spent most of your days either studying or out with your friends. He only ever caught glimpses of you when you came back for winter and summer breaks (you opted to go on trips to Miami with your friends during spring breaks). Hell, he barely even saw you at the wedding. If you hadn't been a member of bridal party, he might have forgotten you existed entirely.
But now he was painfully aware of your existence. You had just gotten your Master's Degree and you'd been living at his and your mother's home while you searched for a job. Your mother had said it would only be a few weeks, tops. But that was a hopeful estimate. The job market was competitive, and finding a job in your desired field was proving more difficult than expected. You'd barely gotten any interviews since your graduation. Jake was half-convinced that you'd be living with them forever.
That thought was once something he feared. And, yet, now...He wasn't so sure.
There was something about you being home more often that had him looking at you differently. He was becoming more and more aware of the beautiful, intelligent young woman you were. He wondered if he had a type. Janey was beautiful and smart. His girlfriends in college were beautiful and smart. Your mother was beautiful and smart.
Was that why things were changing for him? Or was there something more to it? Was it how your eyes twinkled when you spoke about something you were passionate about? The way you didn't stand down when you knew something was right? How you tried to do right, even when it was hard?
Or was it just because he knew he couldn't have you?
You had just come back from a job interview. You were dressed professionally, in a grey blazer and pencil skirt and red blouse. You had left the house earlier looking excited, confident. Now, you looked like someone kicked a puppy.
