Movie Night (Terri's POV)

Fictional story with 18+

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It only took my stepdad about thirty seconds to answer the door, but he was only wearing boxers and a tshirt when he opened it. Oh, and holding a metal baseball bat, but he lowered it when he saw it was me.

"Can I come in?"

I didn't wait for him to answer, I just walked past him, started pacing the living room.

He closed the door and put the bat down, watching me the whole time. I hadn't changed since I'd left Jeremy's apartment, so I was only wearing flip flops, a white cami, and my pajama shorts, not exactly 'going out' clothes but it was close to two in the morning, so I really didn't care.

He locked the door and turned to me. "What's wrong, Terri?"

I waved at him, sort of flailing my arms a bit, and he glowered. "Have you been drinking, babe?"

"No," I said. "Just some vodka."

He threw his hands in the air and looked at the ceiling. Shaking his head, he sat down on the couch. "Terri, you're only nineteen. You're not supposed to be drinking anything. Not even vodka."

I pointed at the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table, the one sitting next to the glass that still had ice in it.

"Hey, I'm over twenty-one," he said, putting his elbows on his elbows on his knees, then abruptly standing up and going to look outside. "And how the hell did you get here? You didn't drive, did you?"

"Of course not," I muttered, sitting down on the couch. "I bummed a ride."

He said he'd be right back and hurried out of the room, coming back a minute later with a pair of sweatpants on. He caught me taking a big swig of his bourbon but he didn't say anything, just tried not to laugh when I coughed after I lowered the glass. It burned more than vodka but it was still pretty tasty. None of that mixed drink bullshit for my stepdad, just some ice and he was good to go.

He took the glass from me and put it down on the table, then sat down next to me. "What's wrong, honey? What's going on?"

I took a deep breath. I still wasn't sure how to start, and he sat there for a sec, waiting.

"It's okay, Terri, you know you can talk to me. You're still my daughter, even if your mom and I aren't together anymore."

I nodded. "I know."

To buy myself some more time, I picked up the bottle of bourbon and refilled his glass. As I tightened the cap, I took another deep breath.

"Okay, so you know that Jeremy got a new job a couple of weeks ago, right?"

My stepdad nodded. Jeremy was my older brother; he was almost twenty-one, which he loved to remind me of every chance he had. My mom and my stepdad had split up almost a year ago. I'd already moved out and was sharing an apartment near campus, but since Jeremy didn't have a place of his own and didn't want to stay with my stepdad, he and my mom had moved in together.

"Well, Jeremy got a new car, too, so mom called me yesterday and asked me to come over for dinner tonight, celebrate his new job and his new car and his good luck and whatever."

I leaned back, closing my eyes, taking a second to gather my thoughts.

Without opening my eyes, I continued. "I was supposed to get there around five but the bus doesn't run at five, it stops there at four-thirty. I was walking up the street and I saw his new car."

"He'd told me all about it - brand spanking new mustang, all white, and it was definitely the nicest car in the parking lot. Stood out like crazy, and I could see that he was sitting in the driver's seat. I was like, cool, I'll go see if he'll take me for a ride, right, and I started heading that way."

"So he was sitting there but, as I got a little closer..."

I picked up the bourbon and took a sip, then handed it to my stepdad, not looking him in the eye.

I hissed at the burning in my throat but it was less this time, so at least I didn't cough.

"As I got closer, I could see that he had his eyes closed and his head back, and I was wondering if he was sleeping in the car and why he'd be sleeping in his car, 'cause yeah, sure, it's new and all but still, it's a car." I cleared my throat and made myself keep going. "I was still a couple of cars away but I could see him really clearly, and the windows were closed, so I couldn't hear him, but when he opened his mouth and looked down into his lap, well I knew he wasn't in the car by himself."

I hazarded a look at my stepdad. "If you know what I mean?"

He nodded, trying to hide his discomfort by taking a big swig of bourbon.

"So I stood there for a sec, 'cause I didn't know what to do, right? I mean, he's getting a blowjob in his car, and I have to walk past his car to get to the apartment, right, so I've got no idea, but then I realized that he if looked up instead of down, he'd see me standing there staring at him, so I turned around and walked the other way, went down a couple of cars and then cut across the street and walked as fast as I could."

"I get into the apartment and I don't think he saw me, 'cause he's still in the car, I can see the back of his head through the window, so I just go upstairs."

"The apartment's on the third floor and - I don't know if you've been there or not, but you can't just walk in, the door automatically locks when it closes, and I don't have a key." My stepdad nodded, concentrating on pouring himself more bourbon and not looking at me; I know he blushes at the drop of a hat, but, damn, his face was red. "But I knocked on the door and mom's new boyfriend Mike answered."

"When I asked where my mom was, he just shrugged, said she'd walked over to the store to get some bread or something to go with dinner. She'd been making spaghetti, so I went into the kitchen and helped Mike with some of -"

I looked at my stepdad. "I'm sorry, does it bother you for me to talk about Mike?"

He laughed, almost spilling his bourbon. "No. No, it doesn't bother me if you talk about Mike. Now your brother's...uh...stuff, that might make me uncomfortable, but not Mike."

"Okay," I said. "I just wanted to make sure. Anyway, I was in the kitchen helping Mike make the salad, just talking to him and stuff. He told me that he was supposed to work today but he got off early and stopped in to surprise Mom, but he was only hear a couple of minutes and then Jeremy left to go do something and Mom had to go get the bread. We were still talking when I heard a key in the door and my mom and Jeremy walked in. She waved at me and put the bag with the bread down on the counter, then said she was all sweaty from walking to the store and she wants to go wash up and she was gone, just like that."

"Mike walks over and gives me this hip-bump thing, pushing me out of the way so he can grab a crouton out of the salad. I smacked his hand and almost asked him where his girl was but I caught myself and asked if anybody else was coming to dinner besides him and Mom."

My heart was pounding as I was talking, so I tried to relax, waiting a couple of seconds before I kept going. "He shook his head, said nope, just us."

"Mom came rushing back in and gave me this super big hug, told me how great it was to see me, glad I could make it to dinner, yadda, yadda, yadda, sorry she wasn't home when I got here and hopefully it wasn't long, but all I could think about was who Jeremy's girl was, if my mom had seen them too, did she live in the building, stuff like that.

"Once we sat down to eat, though, I stopped thinking about my brother's sex life -" I glanced over at my stepdad and grinned. "Sorry. But dinner was good and then Mom busted out the bottle of whipped cream vodka and said it was time to celebrate! Mike said he had to feed his dog so he couldn't stay. He stayed long enough to get dinner cleaned up but left right after she cracked the bottle open."

"Jeremy started mixing drinks and Mom put in some Japanese ghost movie and we went into the living room." I paused and looked at my stepdad. "Have you been over there yet?"

He shook his head.

"Well, the place is pretty big, and the living room's huge, with this beautiful fireplace on one wall, and the fireplace has a mirror on the front of it, around the glass, and there's a big sliding glass door on the other side that leads out to the balcony, but a nice, flat screen tv and a coffee table but there's only a love seat and this big, ginormous bean bag chair to sit on, so while they were busy, I called dibs on the bean bag and dragged it over near the love seat so I could see the tv, too."

My stepdad was just sort of staring off into space, so I bumped his shoulder. "No, I'm good, I'm listening, I'm just picturing the room."

"Okay," I said, sipping his drink and handing it back to him. "Well, Mom turns off the kitchen light and comes in with drinks and the bottle of vodka and then turns off the lights in the living room, too, so now the only light's coming from the streetlight by the balcony, and it's really spooky."

My thoughts were running all over the place and the alcohol was making me fuzzy, but I wasn't going to stop until I'd finished my story."He and Mom are on the couch, and you know how she likes to snuggle up under a blanket when she's watching tv, so she's all snuggled and Jeremy's sitting on the other side of the loveseat, and we're drinking shots and having fun but then the movie gets fucking scary, like I mean, seriously fucking scary, and we all get quiet. I mean, quiet. Mom mumbled that it was too scary and Jeremy told her he'd protect her, and I was all like, 'well who's gonna protect me?' but no, I had to call dibs on the bean bag chair."

"A couple of minutes later and I was seriously scared, so I got up and I walked over and turned on the kitchen light. When I turned around..."

If I thought my heard had been pounding before, it was even worse now! But my stepdad's looking at me, looking all worried and a little drunk and a lot confused, so I took another deep breath and said, "I only saw for a second, and I wasn't really sure, but, well, it really looked like Jeremy had his head back, just like he had in the car, and when the light came on, he jerked his head down and I was pretty sure that I'd heard my mom whisper that she was sorry, and I could see her moving the blanket around."

My stepdad raised his hand to stop me. "Are you sure you want to talk to me about this, Terri?"

I nodded at him; he probably thought I was a bobble-head doll, the way my head was going up and down, but I didn't care. "Yes. Who else can I talk to about this?"

Nodding slowly, he took another sip of his drink, even offered it to me this time, but I shook my head.

He leaned back against the couch but then back forward again, but gestured to me to keep going, so I did.

"Anyway, I walked back to the bean bag chair and sat down, but I was looking, you know? And I saw that Jeremy was still sitting on the far side of the love seat but Mom had moved so she was sorta snuggled up against him, with the blanket over both of them."

"I sat down and pretended to watch the movie, but I was listening really hard, you know, and then I noticed that I could actually see the love seat's reflection in the fireplace! That mirror lined up just right with the love seat from where I'd moved the bean bag chair, so I was really quiet and even leaned back so it looked like I was sleeping, but I was watching. Just when I figured that I'd imagined everything I thought that I'd seen, I see the blanket starting to move, just a tiny bit. A minute later and it moved again, tugging down."

"It seemed to take forever," I said, my words almost blending together as I rushed to get them out, "but pretty soon, I could see that Mom had her face ducked down under the blanket, just the edge, you know, so if I looked she could just turn her head and I might not notice or see what she was doing, but from where I was sitting, I could see that her hand was under the blanket, moving really, really slow."

"The movie got quiet for a second and I heard a slurping noise before the music started back up again. I let my head fall over to the side a bit and she stopped moving, but then Jeremy put his hand on the back of her head and - I swear to God - he pushed her down, and the blanket slipped, and I could barely see it - see his dick in Mom's mouth!"

I was staring at the bottle of bourbon, afraid to look at my stepdad, but I kept talking. "She didn't stay like that long, though, she sorta, well, she slipped back up until just the tip was in her mouth, and then she started jerking him off, really, really slow. I just watched, I didn't know what else to do, but then...then..."

I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a drink straight from the bottle, promising myself that I wouldn't cough or anything, and I didn't, but when I looked back at my stepdad, he had both of his arms crossed over his lap and he was just staring at me.

"What happened, Terri?"

"All of a sudden, Jeremy's whole body tensed up. He tried not to move but even without looking in the mirror, I could see his arms straighten out, and he grabbed hold of the couch and dug his nails in, and, in the reflection, I could see that my mom's whole body was still, everything except for her hand, and she was moving really fast up and down his dick now but keeping the tip in her mouth and I could barely hear her over the movie but she was moaning, and then Jeremy's hips sorta jumped and she leaned back and took a deep breath and I don't know how I was able to keep from moving but I did, I stayed still but I could see that he was getting soft now, and she licked it! She licked the tip like it was an ice cream cone or a lollipop, and then she sucked it back into her mouth and he kind of groaned and she shushed him and pulled the blanket back up over them."

When I paused, I looked over at my stepdad. His face was red and he was trembling, and for a second, I thought he was angry, but then I saw how he was sitting, how he was pressing his arm against his lap, like he was trying to hide something from me, and I knew that he wasn't angry.

I put my hand on his knee and felt him shaking, but he didn't tell me to stop. I slid my hand up his thigh, under the edge of his sweatshorts, and I looked up at him.

"Do you want to hear what happened next?"

He muttered something, coughed, and then repeated, "Yes."

I nodded and scooted closer to him. He relaxed his arms, though he was still very tense, revealing the bulge in his shorts that he'd been hiding.

"I stayed still, keeping my eyes half-closed so they wouldn't know that I was watching," I said, letting my fingers creep higher. "It was really hard, because I was so wet and I really just wanted to touch myself, but I felt so wrong. Watching was bad enough, but I'd been watching my own brother, and my own mother, and I knew if should feel wrong, but God, it had looked so hot, and I was so turned on."

My fingertips reached the edge of his boxers; I slowed my progress but I didn't stop.

"They laid their on the loveseat, waiting. I didn't move, I stayed still, just thinking that it MUST have been her in the car this afternoon, if I'd have only gone closer, I could've watched then, too, which made me almost mad. After a minute, when I didn't move or react, I watched in the mirror as Mom lowered her head again, licking his soft...his soft cock."

My stepfather's own cock twitched when I said that, jumping beneath the soft cotton. I pulled my shoulders back, pushing my breasts forward, making sure that he could see that my nipples were hard and pressing against my camisole top.

"He didn't stay soft long. She put his whole dick in her mouth and sucked on it, and I could see him getting hard again, filling her mouth up, but she kept him in her mouth as long as she could." As I reached the base of my stepdad's member, I felt my heartbeat speeding up again; I wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock and squeezed. "He was moaning softly, running his hands through her hair, and she let him out of mouth long enough to whisper that he needed to be quiet."

I started gently stroking my stepfather while I was talking; he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Since she was busy and Jeremy had his eyes closed, I let my hand dip down and I pushed against my pussy." I felt him quiver in my hand when I said that.

"I couldn't play with myself, not the way I wanted to." I leaned against him, letting my breasts push against his arm. "I'm too loud when I cum."

He moaned and grabbed my arm, pulling my hand away from his dick.

I was shocked and disappointed, at least until he grabbed hold of my cami and pulled it over my head, freeing my breasts. I grabbed hold of the top of his shorts and tugged them off, taking his boxers with them.

"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," I breathed, cupping his balls and then letting my hand glide up his seven-inch shaft.

He stammered, "Do you...have you thought about that a lot?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I moaned, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. He was salty, but there was a bit of clear liquid, pre-cum, dribbling down, and it was sweet; very, very sweet. "But I thought it was bad, that it was wrong."

"It is," he whispered, thrusting his hips up and driving his manhood into my mouth. "So wrong."

I sucked on him for a few seconds but then I lifted my head up. I kept stroking him, moaning when he reached over and cupped my tittie, running his thumb over my nipple and stroking my skin.

"So," I said, when I could speak again, "Mom got him hard again and then pulled off her shirt. She's got such big titties, and I could see them in the reflection, the way her nipples got hard when Jeremy pinched them. The way he treated her, I knew this wasn't a new thing. As I pinched my clitty through my shorts, I remembered Mike saying that he'd surprised Mom and then she and Jeremy had both left at the same time, so I wonder how close he came to catching them doing something - oh!"

He had pinched my nipple, just like I'd described Jeremy doing to Mom, and it felt sooooo good.

"Where was I? Oh, right," I licked some more of the pre-cum off of his dick. "Jeremy was playing with Mom's nipples, pinching and squeezing - yes, like that, oh yes - and once he was good and hard, she slipped off the couch, watching me as she stood up."

"I was careful not to move, but I could see everything. The way she shimmied out of her pants, the way she pulled off her panties, like a dancer, going slow and dragging it out."

"She shaved, which I didn't know she did, but she was bare, and I could tell she was slick and wet from the way the panties stuck to her bare pussy when she took them off. Jeremy leaned forward and kissed her belly, then went down to kiss the top of her slit, licking her, and I could see how hard he was again."

"I even thought about reaching out and grabbing it," I said, looking up at my stepdad, "but I didn't know how they'd react, so I just watched."

"She only let him kiss her there for a couple of seconds, and I could tell she was watching me." I stood up and took off my pajama shorts, letting my stepfather see my own bare pussy. "I shave, too."

He leaned forward, reaching behind me to cup my ass and pull me towards him, his tongue rough on my pussy. He pushed me backwards until my legs bumped against the table and I sat down, knocking the bottle of bourbon to the floor and spilling the drink. It was cold and wet against my butt but my stepdad was opening my legs and spreading open my sensitive pussy lips so he could taste me, and oh my God, I almost came on the spot. His tongue was crazy, sliding up and down, flicking my clit, then going inside me.

Before I came, I pushed him away, taking his hands and guiding him back up onto the couch. I knelt down in front of him.

"Mom took Jeremy by the hand and led him towards the balcony. They both watched me as the door opened; they stepped outside, both naked, and pushed the door almost all the way closed." I paused to lick his cock from top to bottom, then licked his balls, gently nibbling on them while I stroked him. "As soon as they were outside, I sat up and slipped closer, making sure I stayed in the shadows but that I could still see."