I was raised by my dad, James Barnes, others know him as Bucky the wintersoldier. When I was twelve he started dating a work colleague, the famous black widow.
We got along pretty quickly and someday she moved in with my dad and me.
When I turned...
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When I was born, my mother died. I was raised by my dad, James Barnes. Others know him as Bucky or the winter soldier. He never blamed me for the death of my mother, his ex-wife.
My dad started to work for the Avengers when I was nine years old. On the compound he met the red-haired beauty, Natasha Romanoff. They started dating when I was twelve and a year later she moved in with my dad and me.
I got along really quickly with her and she helped me with some school stuff and I always could talk to her about girls stuff. My dad was happy that Nat and I had a good bond and before he asked her if she wants to marry him, he asked me if I'm okay with that.
Of course I said yes and Natasha said also yes. They got married when I turned sixteen and when I saw how my dad kissed her passionately in front of the altar, I felt a pang of jealousy into my chest and realized I have a little crush on the red head.
The problem is my crush on her just grown and I'm really sure now, two years later, I have developed some deep feelings for Natasha. I don't see her anymore as my stepmom, I see her as the grown, mature woman she is and I can't stop thinking about her, I swear I'm getting insane. Thinking about how her plump lips would feel on mine, how her bare skin would feel on mine, how she tastes when I pleasure her, how she sounds if she would moan because of me, I already know how she sounds. Yes she's not silent in bed, thats all I can tell you. Do I touch myself when I hear her moaning through the wall, because their room is next to mine? Uhm, maybe sometimes. Don't blame me, she sounds so fucking good. I can't help myself but cum with her.
I turn eighteen today, yes I'm now official an adult. Dad, Nat and the Avengers, mostly Tony Stark, organize a big birthday party for me and I'm in my room on the compound. I just came out of the shower, drying my hair and put on some make-up. Not a lot, I'm not fan from make-up, but for today a little bit.
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I walk towards my closet, looking for an outfit. I really love the colour black and my closet is full with black clothes. But I need something hot, you know. Something that caught Natasha's attention, because sometimes I have the feeling she feels an attraction towards me too. Just how she touches my thigh sometimes and let her hand stay on it a few seconds too long and I feel how my thong gets soaked. How she strokes her thumb above my thigh. Or how often she hugs me, stroking my back with her long finger nails and I just wish she would dig her nails into my back. Or sometimes when I have bad dreams she sleeps in my bed, pulling my body closer to her and presses my face between her big perfect boobs and I just inhale her intoxicating smell. She smells so fucking good, I'm everytime like in a trance and my head feels fuzzy when I smell her.
Back to my outfit, I think I found something really hot. I found a black pants with a belt and a black bustier body where my boobs look pretty nice. My black hair is falling loosely over my shoulders.
