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Obsession: The Other Side Of A Fairy Tale

Updated on April 17, 2018
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It Was Only An Innocent Crush..

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Part I: Hello Meet Your New Daddy




I remember when I first laid eyes on him…I can only describe it as an unnatural wild rush making me shiver within the deepest parts of me.

He was my mother's latest flavor of the month; indeed I must confess more charismatic than her recent jail line up of lovers.

His mint splashed, jaded eyes were cunning like a bandit; sharp, penetrating and at times uneasy. His lethal smile pleasing as a bedroom pillow; his dirty blonde hair flirted with sensitivity, yet his strong pronounced jaw line reminded me he was a primal man.

I wanted to introduce myself formally by taking the do not touch sign off his back then leading him to my room and allow him to violate me in ways were unheard of. However, fantasies would only get me so far because I was only sixteen at the time.

Just another chapter in my mothers whimsical adventures, I knew he would be like her storm; strong, exciting, but over quickly.

Lets face it my mother was finicky, domineering and lets be honest with my brother Seth and I as part of the all inclusive package why would this man stick around?

I should of never jinxed myself. One day out of the blue I find my mother prancing around barely in her panties showing off her engagement rock. You know the messed up part of it all was she never asked us how we felt about it before she agreed to walk down the aisle with a man we hardly knew.

Mr. Hot Paints was now going to be distinguishably upgraded to stepfather Eithan.

How would I handle having a man looking like sin on a stick living under the same roof. I didn’t know what to do.

****

Part II: An Unquenched Fire



I desperately tried to sort out all the feelings I had for him, but no matter how much I changed the scenario the outcome was always the same… I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He became my guilty obsession. More dangerous than chocolate, more alluring than any gem I could imagine and more twisted than any game I’d ever played.

I was hoping for a long engagement so I could figure out how to stop thinking about my future stepfather in filthy ways, but that didn’t happen.

Of course my mother wanted the perfect wedding. A huge, upscale ballroom style reception hall, gourmet catering from Filet De Blanc, doves released in the air, harp players plucking out their favorite love song and an open bar to impress guests. That woman had champagne tastes on a Cool-Aid budget.

It was an upward battle because Eithan could not afford the luxury she craved . His money was strapped more tightly than a stray jacket because of college debt, a condo mortgage and tax penalties.

I thought their marriage was never going to happen once the sh*t hit the fan, but I was wrong…so wrong.

After much talking her down like she was going to jump off a bridge, he convinced her to get married at the Courthouse.

They were married within days and had a cozy, affordable honeymoon at a quaint seaside bed and breakfast.

This gave me some extra time to figure out what to do about my feelings for him, but the universe didn’t revolve around me for long…the couple returned two days early.

I wasn’t ready….I was NOT ready! Eithan had set my soul on fire begging me to want more of him beyond a cheap peek. Now I was seriously in trouble…how could I ever call him step-dad.

Desperately, I made a valiant effort to avoid Eithan at all costs, but he made that impossible. Around every corner there was folding laundry, watching TV, making a sandwich, mowing the lawn or changing the oil. It was like we were living in his tiny bubble with my heart ticking to explode.

Finally when summer was over, I could concentrate on something else. Guys at my school didn’t wear wedding bands, have limits on how far I could touch them or break my heart with one wink. My favorite brand of choice was Darren, a friend that panted over me since we were twelve.

Darren was oddly sweet, athletic and tried his hardest to be intelligent. I would use him as my wild card if things seemed unbearable with Eithan…which happened all too quickly.

It was one day after school when my mother thought I spending the night at a friends house, but it didn’t work out.

Hands full and my backpack overflowing, I strolled into the unlocked front door. The house was silent…almost too silent. Just before I was about to peep the word “mom”.. the silence was broken… oh was it broken!

I heard what sounding like dramatic moaning so I followed the sound into the living room and found Eithan riding my mother like a champion bull. I was a few arms lengths away from the violently shaking sofa that had accent pillows and clothes wildly tossed across the floor.

Eithans silhouette of chiseled perfection made me weak in the knees; his impatient thrusts were hungry thunder for my mother’s legs clamped around him.

Never since did I want to be her in that moment…and I never wanted anything more since.

That chance encounter pulled me over the edge for him, he deserved better…he deserved me.

***

Part III: Experimenting with Darren



The art of seduction was something I didn’t have much experience in so at last I thought it was time to bring in Darren. I was dying to know if Eithan felt anything for me and resorted to any means necessary…I wanted Eithan to be jealous.

One school night with only Eithan home, I invited Darren over to study. Darren rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open.

“ Can I help you?”, Eithan asked while folding his arms like Darren was wasting his time.

“Hey…I’m Darren…a friend of Zoë’s she invited me over to like study”, Darren replied with a slight pause.

“ I don’t know anything about it…let me fetch her”, Eithan grunted while holding open the door.

Just as Eithan was about to yell for me I appeared striking at the top of the stairs.

I slowly walked down the steps dressed sexy for the both of them. I wanted to cut through their logical fog so they could see I was what desire looked like. I wore my trusty black mini skirt that I pulled out from the back of my closet for occasions like these. I also pulled with it a lowly cut almost see through, skin hugging red shirt with black laced pump up bra to be icing on the cake.

“I told you like an hour ago I was having Darren over…but you obviously didn’t hear me over that loud mouthed golf pro on TV” I disrespectfully remarked.

I could clearly tell they both wanted to devour me and share me amongst the floors in the house. Darren’s unhinged jaw salivated tender…his eyes like putty in my hands…his voice temporarily out of service. Eithan chose a more subtle approach…silent awe with wandering eyes. This was going to be very interesting.

“I’ve never seen you dressed like this, your clothes are not appropriate for studying… I mean your clothes are not appropriate for anything”, Eithan corrected nervously.

“Well enough chit chat, Darren are coming up to my room or not? ”, I asked.

“Over my dead body young lady”, Eithan growled. He was not going to make this easy.

“Look…I’ll keep my door unlocked and you can check on us anytime you want”, I negotiated…I seriously doubted he would go for it.

“I don’t like it…but I suppose I have to give you a chance to prove I can trust you” , Eithan said while easing back into golf.

We marched up to my room unknowingly to Darren the agenda I had in mind.

“Is that like your much younger step-father you were telling me about?”, Darren grinned.

“Yeap… I’m afraid so”, I admitted while opening the Biology Text on the definition of Tropism.

“He looks like younger than you!” Darren laughed.

“Ha ha very funny wise as*. Well I have a confession to make…I didn’t bring you up here to study…I thought maybe we could try a little experiment”, I explained.

“You mean like a science experiment…with like making a massive volcano with red lava gelatin shooting out and like….”, Darren rambled on.

“You could say it’s a volcano, but your going to be the one erupting”, I interrupted hoping he would get the point.

“Ooooh…I get it…well like I did come prepared if you know what I mean”, Darren smiled.

I went over to my bedroom door and locked it as far as Darren was concerned. I seductively approached him…hiking up my skirt another half inch, gently slipping off my high heels and bating my widened fierce eyes.

“So how are we going to do this…like your stepfather is right underneath us” Darren pointed out.

“This experiment involves him catching us in the act… play your cards right and we may both get what we want…here’s a little taste of that”, I tempted.

I kissed his tense upper lip with my slightly opened mouth glazed with vanilla peach gloss.

“What! Are you crazy!”, Darren softly alarmed. It took a few seconds for the idea to catch up with him.

“This will probably be your only chance to get more than a goodnight hug” I stated.

Darren was hesitant but surrendered by nodding his head in a slight yes. I straddled him allowing his trembling, clumsy hands touch my face and his lucid mouth to explore my fragrant soft neck. His bold hands decided to leave the comfort of my innocent face to venture down in a place that was off limits until my wedding night.

Poor Darren had no clue that he didn’t stand a chance. The whole plan was rigged by me. Heavily making out would be enough… I had no intentions of it going any further. Call me a tease, but there was a method to my madness.

We laid on the bed feverously embracing one another…but things were moving too fast and felt like it was time to “accidentally” cause noise so Eithan would have no choice but to investigate.

While Darren was reoccupied kissing me I grabbed a hold of my lamp on the adjacent nightstand and slammed it hard on the floor. The glass lamp shattered into a thousand pieces and the noise was loud enough to hear from downstairs.

“What did you do that for? Like we are not even in the act yet!”, Darren said in disappointment.

“Hurry up he’s coming and still has to break down the door”, I encouraged.

A light bulb went off in Darren’s head and in a fit of sexual urgency he madly dove on top of me and unzipped his paints.

“Quick you don’t have much time” I egged on while trying to tug off his paints.

I tossed my shirt off because Darren deserved a little hopeless motivation, then a second later Eithan walked in.

I failed to mention to Darren the moment he thought I was locking the door I actually unlocked it.

“What the he*l do you think your doing!”, Eithan roared mercilessly.

“Nothing…Sir…it was like really hot in here and…”, Darren squeaked.

“I bet”, Eithan bullied.

“I was just leaving”, Darren said while pulling up his paints.

He tried to dodge Eithan, but Eithan had him in his sight and wouldn’t let him sleaze away so quickly.

“Leaving so soon! Why don’t you stay for a while so my fist can sink in!”, Eithan shouted, throwing him against the wall.

“Leave him alone…he had nothing to do with this!” I cried.

It was evident that my experiment was a success, he was clearly in a mind blurred jealous rage.

Eithan distracted by me gave Darren the chance to high tail it out of there.

I sat on the bed with my ashy chest burning for his attention. My half naked, exploited body tribute for the way he made me feel. I allowed Eithan to take a generous look before I hid my goods under the blanket.

“Zoë…I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust you!”, Eithan shouted.

“Are you going to tell my mom?”, I shamefully asked.

“If it happens again, I will tell her”, Eithan said cooling down.

Eithan quietly left my room shaking his head in denial and rubbing his forehead like I gave him the worst headache.

That night out of sheer guilt, I called Darren to make sure things were okay between us.

“ I’m sorry things didn’t work out quite the way you wanted them to”, I said while twirling my fingers around the telephone cord.

“You like set me up…your really devious. You know I have this like major crush on you and you took advantage of it”, Darren whined.

“Look you had your chance…you wasted it…besides it happens to girls all the time…I changed the game! So what! You’ll get over it”, I defended.

“You are such a bit*h I don’t know like why I put up with you!”, Darren yelled back.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you”, I mellowed in a sweet purring voice.

“You know like what you can do to make it up to me…like I’m ready to cash in my chips Zoë”, Darren chuckled.

“Darren, I didn’t exactly feel the sparks flying tonight” I said.

“Oh really…I felt you get hot and your heart like pounded against me as we flew past first base”, Darren said.

“Oh Please get over yourself… you barely made it out of the dug out my friend…sell it to someone who’s willing to buy!”, I laughed.

“Okay…deny it all you want, but your body didn’t lie”, Darren pushed on.

“Alright…alright…since you are backing me against the wall…I will admit to being slight…I mean very slightly turned on”, I admitted.

Hey I had to throw him a bone…he didn’t give up very easily.

“Okay I’ll accept that for now. Hey Zoë…be like honest with me…why did you use me?”, Darren asked.

“I was trying to make my stepfather jealous”, I responded.

“Why?”, Darren asked.

“Because I want him”, I said.

*****

Part IV: Date Night



Darren avoided me so one day after school I caught up with him to talk.

“Darren I have been calling you for days…what’s up with you?”, I asked.

Darren pulled me away from his friends by the bicycle rack and spelled it out for me.

“Zoë I needed time to think and I came up with like only one conclusion…I think your sick”, Darren whispered.

“Where is this coming from? I thought we were friends…I thought I could tell you anything! I mean this is no different than you telling me you wanted to screw Erica”, I lashed out.

“Erica may be like my History teacher, but at least she is not my step-mother or any part of my family…I mean like at this rate you will be after my step-father who conveniently for you is also younger in age!”, Darren sassed.

“This is not fair Darren…ten years we are only talking about here… ten years older…its not much of a gap once you do the math…but hey what do you know you can’t even add up the fact you’ll never bed me!”, I argued.

“I’ll talk to you again once your obsession with him is over!”, Darren sharply noted while walking away.

“Fine…I talk to you again once your obsession with me is over!”, I snapped.

After feeling too young for my own good, I did have some promising news I had made it to seventeen.

I was convinced more than ever that I was mature enough for Eithan.

On the night of my birthday, Eithan had taken a red eye flight to make it home early from his business trip. I was asleep when suddenly my bedroom door crept open.

From the tiny luminous Marilyn Monroe nightlight I could see Eithan approaching me with a bouquet of freshly cut white roses.

I rubbed the settling night sand out of my eyes and sat up.

He was masquerading in a shadowing business suit lightly scented with an aggressively arousing sandal wood musk.

Words escaped him as he placed the roses in my lap.

Unexpectedly I thought this was it. He was going to attack me with fiery kisses that not even a compass could predict where they would land. My heart fluttered alive…my pulse stilled as he brushed a rose against my chin and whispered “Happy Birthday Zoë”.

Preparing for him would be a drowsy challenge. My mind was between twilight, drifting away into his sweet lustful lullaby. With one touch he could paralyze me…then I would be ravaged…then my deepest fear no good. I closed my eyes in defeat and placed my hands on his shoulders. Then it happened….

His spicy, red pepper taunting lips joined my cheek in the most innocent brief peck known to man. It was a passionless wake up call. He returned to my mothers bedside surprising her and they made earth shattering love that kept me up all night.

I wasn’t going to give up. Deliberation commenced on unleashing my obsessive passion in a way that Eithan wouldn’t have any wiggle room to escape. The risk was huge and consequences dire, but my emotions were killing me from the inside out. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my mother…yet this relentless aching in my heart was getting the best of me. The only way Eithan could set me free was to confront him.

I waited until we had the house to ourselves again. I swiped a bottle of fruity red wine along with two long stem glasses and placed them on the living room coffee table. I soaked myself in scrumptious fudge brownie bubble bath and wrapped myself in my mothers silk Kimono robe.

Waiting for my stepfather was painful…I had second thoughts about every detail I planned for the night, but I couldn’t back down now.. I didn’t want him to plague me for the rest of my life. I had to make a stand and he would just have to tolerate it.

Once Eithan came home, I panicked realizing I didn’t know what I was going to say. Intimate fantasies usually don’t have words just love groans and such.

Before I could count to ten Eithan walked in, undid his neck tie and threw his suit jacket on the recliner. I caught his eye waiting on the same sofa where my mother and Eithan had their go.

“What’s going on Zoë?” Eithan asked.

I couldn’t speak, I tried to let silent speak for itself, keeping my unsatisfied eyes leveling his.

He seemed to lose interest quick by picking up the TV remote.

“Fine, you leave me no choice”, I thought.

I gently tugged open the robe thus unveiling the secret of my bare flesh and everything in between.

Eithan protested by looking away for a moment, but his curious eyes returned more conflicted than ever.

“What are you doing?”, Eithan slowly asked.

I could see the moral dilemma he was struggling…again this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park, but I was determined to have him.

“Well…”, I paused….trying to think of something seductive to say.

“My mother told me you used to paint, well I figured since we are all alone you could use me as one of your models and maybe later we could….”, I spoke leaving it open ended for him to finish.

“This is not what your mother meant when she asked for a family portrait” Eithan joked.

“It could be”, I playfully added.

“Zoë, I don’t know what you are trying to pull, but I think you better put on some clothes, return the wine to the cooler and drop your mothers robe in the wash”, Eithan said while turning his back on me.

“What!”, I shouted in disbelief.

“You heard me. I’m going to the Gym to cool off… maybe you should too”, Eithan said.

My dreams of submission were all a joke. This man of my obsession wasn’t falling for it, yet I was falling even more for him.

To be continued……….(The Second Half)

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    • carrie Lee Night profile imageAUTHOR

      Carrie Lee Night 

      4 years ago from Northeast United States

      Dana Tate: Thank you for your kind feedback ! :) This is why I write :). It means a whole bunches :)

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      Dana Tate 

      4 years ago from LOS ANGELES

      I liked it! it had me on the edge of my seat. I really thought Ethan would not be able to resist his young step-daughter but I guess if he had there would be no need for part- two. I'm on my way to read it now.... voted up! and awesome.

    • carrie Lee Night profile imageAUTHOR

      Carrie Lee Night 

      4 years ago from Northeast United States

      Albanese55: Thank you so much for your positive feedback and support. Have a great week.

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      albanese55 

      4 years ago

      Great story !!!!! It kept me wanting to read more. That itself tells me your are by far a good writer !!!!!!!!! Keep the stories comming :)

    • carrie Lee Night profile imageAUTHOR

      Carrie Lee Night 

      5 years ago from Northeast United States

      jt: Sorry it took so long for me to respond to your comment :( For some reason I missed it. Like your humor. You have no idea whats in store in the second one :) If you like twisted...you may enjoy it :) Thank you so much for reading my work, have a great week.

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      jt 

      5 years ago

      read on my lunch break, hoping to see how it ended, either way the step-dad is going to end up screwed. ha ha

    • carrie Lee Night profile imageAUTHOR

      Carrie Lee Night 

      5 years ago from Northeast United States

      Fornalina: Thank you for your honest and thoughtful critism. Darren is using the word like alot because it is a part of his character and is meant to be a little annoying :) I realize my composition and grammar needs work so thank you for pointing this out to me:) When the second half comes out this week all your questions will be answered...trust me there is a twisted plot to this one. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy it :)

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      Katarzyna Silny 

      5 years ago from Poznan, Poland

      I really like the stories about 'forbidden love' and this one... well, it's not that bad. Though the composition is a bit loose and in some places I felt really lost and the lack of comma made it quite difficult to read. I don't know whether 'like' that had been constantly repeated by Darren is a part of his personality or not. If yes, then he must be an annoying person in no... well, it's still annoying anyway. And it would be good if there was some kind of explenation why Zoe desires her step-father so much, a back-up story or something.

      Anyway I'll read the rest, because you got me interested.

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