A Tempting Trio (MMF Novel)

Chapter 5: Tantalizing Tensions

Ethan

They're just kids. They're just kids. Let them have fun, I thought to myself as I hovered by the closed door of the occupied bathroom.

I knew exactly what they were going in the bathroom–I was a teenager once, after all. Even as a grown man, my libido had not decreased–it may have even increased as I listened to the two teenagers frolic in the shower. I was in conflict–how should I interrupt without seeming like I was trying to spy on them?

It wasn't my intention to ever get involved, not at all, and I shouldn't be so unethical. After all, I am Annabelle's guardian and the young man she was with is her boyfriend. There were boundaries and some of them should not be entertained at all.

But, somewhere in my consciousness, I'm drawn to the tanned Latino teenager with the ostentatious smile and a pleasing physique and as for Annabelle—I shouldn't say it.

I frowned at my phone and checked the time. It was already 7:38 PM and forty five minutes had gone by since I heard the door click shut. Surely, they must be done? But, no–those two have just begun and from what I could hear, they seemed to enjoy themselves quite thoroughly.

So thoroughly that I could feel myself getting aroused as well. The sounds that echoed within the bathroom really did get to me and I found myself equally affected, hardening rapidly underneath my slacks. I pressed down at the bulge, scolding myself internally.

I imagined myself bursting inside while they're caught in the carnal act, perhaps while Leo takes Annabelle from behind and while he does that, I would have my cock in her mouth–what am I thinking?

She's my daughter–no, she's not–she may not be my biological daughter but I was still obligated to care for her as a responsible father. Even though me and Amelia did have some marital issues, Annabelle was never my target of anger but she was petite and sweet and very intelligent. I had met her when she was fifteen, when she was just blooming into a beautiful young woman but I had looked away many times, angry at myself for ever trying to fantasize about her.

Sure, I was only in my early thirties and girls her current age actually go for men my age–but certainly not a stepdad or someone like that. It was just plain wrong and I know it–for sure. And as for Leo?

Those two combined meant double the trouble. Still, as a single man, my lecherousness was piqued by whatever fun they were up to. I was irrevocably jealous of them. Not because they had each other but more envious that I wasn't there to join in.

But, they were definitely going at it, making up for lost time. I walked back to my bedroom and sat on the bed, contemplating. Perhaps I'll give them a few more minutes and in the meantime, I'll check my phone.

I scrolled down random texts from other teachers from the school. More than a few had gotten my numbers knowing that I was single but I haven't really given them any chances. Did I want to entertain them? Not really but at the same time, I shouldn't appear rude or uninterested. By now, my arousal died down and I got back up. It's been almost ten minutes now. Maybe now they are finished?

I headed back to the bathroom, after all, I did have an urge to pee and it looked like they weren't ready to give up the bathroom. I listened closely and all I could hear was moans and sighs from both Leo and Annabelle. They sounded like they have gotten out the shower–maybe they're fucking on the sink and there goes my imagination, once again. When it seemed like they were done, I gave it a minute or so before knocking promptly.

The door swung open a moment later, steam billowing out. Leo walked out first, with a towel slung around his toned waist while Annabelle followed close behind, a towel wrapped around her small body.

"Sorry," she squeaked, her blue eyes widening at me.

Oh–she was glowing and her cheeks were scarlet and there were hickies all over her chest and neck, like red tattoos inked on her peachy skin. It was a sight that almost made me falter in my resolve.

I merely raised my brow at her and walked inside the now empty bathroom.

"I hope there's still hot water," I commented out loud before shutting the door.

Their whispers and giggles erupted after I closed the door and I smiled to myself, slightly amused and still turned on. I glanced at the shower and considered wanking. After I weighed the options, I figured it would be better to ease the tension–even if it means suffering in the cold shower.

If only they were both there to help me out.