MY Stepfather

Chapter 7

I wake up with the sun hitting my face.
I groan stretching and opening my eyes wider.

The sun really is blinding.

I turn my head confused as to where I am. I come face to face with a sleeping Alessandro.

I move back in shock. I'm completely awake now.

Thoughts of last night play back in my mind. Part of me thought it was a dream.

He's sound asleep. He looks majestic. I lay down again to just stare at him for a while. I like this. I wish this could happen every morning. I caress his face holding back the urge to kiss him.

He was really drunk so I doubt he'll remember anything.

I stare for a minute or two more. I take his arms off me slowly hoping he doesn't move.

A sharp pain hits me. Hits my area.

I'm full on naked.

I get up and walk quickly to the door looking back to check if he's still sleeping. I walk out the door and quickly run to my room to put on a sweater.

I put on a large black one and come to the realisation.

My clothes.

After putting on some shoes. I run downstairs to pick it up in one of the dining rooms.

I see clothes and bottles lying around. I decide to pick up my clothes. My eyes fall to the couch with a cum staines on it.

Shit.

I unconsciously start running to the back.

I bend down and shove my clothes in the washing machine.

And get a cloth from the kitchen with some detergents.

My heart is racing as I start scrubbing vigorously. This is frustrating.

I can't believe this actually happened.

The cum staines are gone. But there's now a huge wet spots.

With quick thinking, I decide to throw the bottles and the cloth away.

I'll tell Alessandro he drank too much and spilled alot and it smelled so I cleaned it.

Smart.

But the only thing one could smell was cum.

After that is done I head to my room.

I start pacing and memories of last night run through my mind.

Fuck.....was he good. But fuck was it wrong.

All this thinking made me forget about the pain I feel under.

I decide to take a tablet and a shower. Alessandro still playing on my mind.

Maybe I could get him drunk again then seduce him and have him fuck me like that again.

I swear I need therapy.

After my shower I take a short nap. After an hour I head downstairs to make myself breakfast.

As I flip the second pancake I hear footsteps descending. After a while he comes into the kitchen.

"Good morning Alessandro" I say and stir the batter to keep my attention and eyes away from him.

"Morning Aurora" he says in a dull tone.
"Uhmm....." He says trying to find the words. "...what happened to the couch" he asks

I stop stirring and look up at him.