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Liz never knew her biological father because he died before she had any memories of him. She was adopted by Sam, but then he died before she reached high school. She often wondered why life had been so unfair. Liz felt alone in the world except for Sam’s friend Raymond. When she was fourteen, he adopted her; she moved into his house and she enrolled in high school. None of her peers had three dads like she did; most of them also had mothers. She felt like a freak, so she had trouble with her confidence. Students and teachers were kind to her, but she felt like damaged goods that they pitied. It was a rough time for Liz. She completed her courses but didn’t do any hobbies, social or extracurricular activities. She much preferred to either spend time alone or with Raymond. Thankfully, high school was now almost over with. Liz was eighteen and graduating in two months. She couldn’t wait, although she wasn’t sure of what her next steps would be. She wasn’t eager to continue being a student by attending college, but she considered it, as she’d promised Raymond.
When Red adopted Lizzie, it was difficult for both of them. They were dealing with grief, and Lizzie was withdrawn but also very attached to him, understandably. She was worried about losing another dad. She either wanted to spend all her time with him or she’d shut herself in her room to read, listen to music, etc. He was independently wealthy, so he didn’t need to work. He was at home with Lizzie all day every day other than when she was at school. Red was lonely, but he didn’t date or hook up with any women because Lizzie had enough instability in her life. She needed his attention, plus she wouldn’t adjust well to having a ‘mother’ figure all of a sudden. The less stress and change in her life, the better. Red realized that Lizzie probably had an unhealthy attachment to him, but he couldn’t push her away. It would break both their hearts; he liked spending time with her and he loved her very much. He couldn’t stand to hurt her feelings. Perhaps deep down he was overly attached to her, too.
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Liz arrived home from school and put her heavy backpack down on the floor.
“Raymond?” Liz called.
“I’m here, sweetheart.” Red called from down the hall; he knew Lizzie felt uneasy when she didn’t know where he was.
Liz was glad he was home. She smiled as he came out into the kitchen.
“How was your day?” Red asked, embracing her.
“Okay. You?” Liz said, happily being squished in a big hug.
“Fine. I did chores and got some reading done. Do you have homework?” He said, then they pulled apart to look at each other.
“I worked ahead last night and finished it.” She said.
“Oh, you’re very studious.” He said, impressed.
“Nah, I just wanted to get it over with faster.” She said wryly.
Red laughed heartily.
“Well, either way, it’s good you completed it.” He said.
“Yep. Wanna have a snack and watch TV with me?” She said.
“Sure. I’ve prepared veggies, dip and fruit, it’s all in the fridge.” He said.
“You’re the best!” She said.
Liz stepped closer and gave Raymond a quick kiss on the cheek before going to the fridge. They got the food out and took some into the living room, where they began watching TV. When they finished their snack, Red lowered the volume on the TV and turned to Lizzie.
“So…Lizzie…I know there are some field trips and travel options coming up through the school. Are you interested in any of them? If you are, you know we can afford to go, right?” Red said.
Lizzie nodded and looked deep in thought; Red waited patiently.
“Well…they have a father-daughter trip to Montreal, but…we don’t have to go. It’s probably stupid anyway.” Liz said defensively.
Red could tell Lizzie was interested in it, she was just being shy about it. He leaned closer until she reluctantly made eye contact.
“I think it would be fun. Do you want to give it a try? We could always pretend we have food poisoning and bail out if we don’t like it.” Red said, smirking.
Lizzie gave him a shy smile.
“I guess…” She said, shrugging.
“Great. Do you have the forms? I’ll fill them out now and write the cheque.” He said happily.
“Yeah. In my bag. I’ll go get them.” She said.
Red smiled as he watched Lizzie go retrieve the papers; she’d taken the forms home with her, despite acting like she wasn’t interested in the trip. It warmed his heart that she wanted to go do something for once! Lizzie came back and handed him the forms along with a pen.
“Thanks, Lizzie. I’m looking forward to it.” Red said.
She just smiled and nodded, then she went back to watching TV.
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A few days later, Liz got home from school and found a note from Raymond, saying he’d probably still be getting the car tuned up when she got home and that there was ready-to-eat food in the fridge. She smiled when she read the note; she missed him already. Instead of having a snack right away, Liz went into Raymond’s bedroom to feel close to him. Since he wasn’t home, she took this opportunity to curiously snoop around. She opened his top dresser drawer and saw boxers and boxer-briefs; she closed it and looked in the next one, which contained his undershirts and pyjama t-shirts. Liz lifted one of the folded undershirts out and lovingly held it to her nose, breathing in his scent. She put it back and explored the other drawers.
Under some papers in the bottom drawer, Liz found a hardcore porn magazine with naked women in it. She embarrassedly and curiously flipped through the magazine, and she wondered if she would have to look like the models to be attractive. She supposed Raymond had the magazine because he didn’t have a girlfriend. She almost felt bad for taking up all his time, but not quite; she couldn’t stand the thought of him being with anyone. Liz flipped to the back of the magazine and she was thrilled to discover a page showing a muscular man having sex with one of the women. The focus of the photo was the woman, but it showed the man’s penis entering her vagina. She stared at the man’s erection and felt overwhelmingly aroused.
Liz suddenly got on Raymond’s bed, pulled her jeans and underwear down and began playing with herself. She continued gazing lustfully at the image while she quickly pressed back and forth on her clit. The room smelled like Raymond’s lovely cologne and she was reminded that she was doing this on his bed. As Liz looked at the picture, a thought intruded: it was of Raymond entering her, like the models in the magazine. She whimpered and tried not to fantasize about Raymond, but the thoughts came back more strongly. Liz wondered what it would feel like to have Raymond’s erection rubbing against her clit and thrusting inside her. She tensed up and became breathless as she orgasmed.
Panic struck Liz as she heard the car pull into the driveway; she hurriedly pulled her bottoms up, then closed and shoved the magazine back in the drawer. She closed the drawer and turned the light off as she hotfooted it out of the bedroom. Red came into the house and saw Lizzie waiting to greet him in the front hallway; she was flushed and frazzled-looking.
“Hi!” Liz said, trying not to sound out of breath.
“…Hi, sweetheart. Anything the matter?” Red said.
“No, not at all. Are you hungry? I haven’t eaten yet.” She said.
“Yeah. Let’s eat.” He said; he was puzzled about why Lizzie might be in such a state. He didn’t allow his imagination to run wild.
They went into the kitchen and Liz washed her hands, then she took the veggie wraps out of the fridge. She felt nervous as Raymond went down the hall to his bedroom to change before their meal, but she was pretty sure she didn’t leave anything out of place. He changed, washed his hands in the bathroom and returned none the wiser, so she was relieved.
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Since Liz’s discovery of the magazine—and sexual thoughts about Raymond—she’d been masturbating more frequently and giving in to her fantasies about Raymond. They worked so well for her. She sometimes had trouble looking him in the eye because of her dirty secret, but most of the time, she carried on like normal. As the trip to Montreal drew closer, Liz wondered how she would manage being in a hotel room with him.
One night, Liz had been lying awake for about an hour after she’d gone to bed. She couldn’t sleep, so she decided to get up and see if Raymond was awake. She got out of bed, opened her door and went down the hallway a little bit; she saw lamplight beaming out from his door, which was ajar. Liz stepped closer to his door and curiously peered into the bedroom. Raymond was facing away from the door, reclining on his back on the bed. He was holding the porn magazine in front of him with one hand while his other hand moved up and down his erection. Liz had never been more aroused in her life. She blushed and could hardly believe she was seeing this; she knew she should go back to bed but she couldn’t help watching. Liz was extremely focused on Raymond’s cock and how he was stroking it, but she did glance at the page he was looking at. She was surprised to see that it was the young dark-haired model with modest, real breasts, and pubic hair. That was the most relatable model in the magazine, and the one that most resembled her.
Red stared at the photo of the young brunette with her legs spread. He felt guilty because she looked a bit like Lizzie, but this was the photo that worked best for him. He automatically thought of Lizzie and tried to push the thoughts away. Red involuntarily imagined Lizzie in that position, naked, with her legs wide open. He felt like a pervert, but he couldn’t stop the thoughts. Every time he tried to block them, they popped up even more. He also couldn’t help how his body reacted to the mental images of Lizzie. Red was in dire need of release, so he pumped his cock fast and hard. He was now so enthralled with his fantasy about Lizzie, he closed his eyes and put the magazine down to finish himself off. He exhaled quietly and started coming.
Liz watched raptly as Raymond bucked his hips, still holding his cock in his hand; his semen spurted out onto his abdomen several times, then it stopped. She almost climaxed just from watching him. Liz realized he was settling down now and she’d better leave before he caught her. She tiptoed silently back into her room, closed her door almost all the way and slid into bed. Of course, after what she just witnessed, she was too excited to go to sleep, so she pleasured herself until she quietly writhed in bliss. Once the satisfaction set in, she was able to doze off.
The next morning, Liz felt awkward at breakfast; she just kept smiling at Raymond and she even blushed lightly. Red was puzzled again by Lizzie’s behaviour. She seemed embarrassed, yet cheerful and excited. If it were a different young woman, he would think she had a crush on him. But this was Lizzie. His adoptive daughter. He put it out of his mind, but now that he’d fantasized about Lizzie, he was wondering how awkward the Montreal trip would be for both of them.
(To Be Continued…)