I never thought of myself as a dirty girl.

I was pretty normal all through high school. I went on dates, had boyfriends, and lost my virginity at the perfectly acceptable age of 16. I had my share of college hookups. I wasn't the girl who let the football team run a train on her, but I wasn't a 22-year-old virgin hiding in the chem lab either.

I was average. Except for one little thing.

For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve had a massive crush on my stepfather. My Mom got remarried when I was just starting high school, and the guy she married was pretty much every girl’s dream guy.

Daddy was tall and built. From his perfect six-pack abs to his toned arms, his body was sculpted like an action movie star’s. I couldn’t stop myself from drooling every time I saw him, so I started calling him Daddy in my head to remind myself that he was off limits.

It didn’t work.

The first time it slipped out and I called him Daddy out loud he was surprised, but he smiled and hugged me. And from then on he was always Daddy.

Which just made me feel even dirtier when I fantasized about him.

Daddy and my Mom split up when I was halfway through college. Daddy was pretty loaded and he owned the amazing house we had been living in. When they divorced my Mom moved out, renting a tiny apartment downtown. I was still living in the dorms, but once I graduated and the prospect of having to rent a crappy apartment of my own instead of returning to that huge mansion hit me, I was more than a little unhappy.

When I asked Daddy when he wanted me to come by to pack up my things, he looked shocked and more than a little offended. “Lianna, you know you don't have to move out if you don’t want to, right?” he said. At the surprised look on my own face, he continued. “Look, just because things didn’t work out between your Mom and me doesn’t mean I want to disappear from your life. And what am I going to do in this huge house by myself,” he added, twirling a strand of my blonde hair around his finger playfully. “Who’s going to take care of me if you leave?”

“I’d love to stay, Daddy!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to ignore the spark of desire that was already growing in me.

I was stuck living with my incredibly sexy stepfather, trying to ignore how much I wanted him and failing miserably.

Somehow Daddy was oblivious to it all. He went to work and the gym like normal, and we ate dinner together every night. I had almost gotten used to constantly having soaking wet panties around him.

But then Evan started coming over too, and my poor brain just couldn’t handle it.

Evan was Daddy’s best friend, and when the two of them were in a room together every woman’s eyes went right to them. While Daddy had dark hair and soulful chocolate brown eyes, Evan had sandy blond waves and bright blue eyes that seemed to always be sparkling with some secret joke.

They looked like complete opposites but they’d been best friends for longer than I’d been alive. They always worked out together, something that definitely showed in the hard muscles they both shared. The only man who could even begin to distract me from how badly I wanted Daddy was Evan.

My phone buzzed and I saw the text message for Daddy pop up on the screen.

Lianna, stuck at work late and can’t get ahold of Evan to let him know I have to skip our run. He should be coming by at 6, let him know I owe him a beer.

I smiled to myself. One way to get over Daddy would be to get under Evan.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 5:30. Only half an hour until Evan was due to arrive, and I was wearing a baggy t-shirt and yoga pants and my hair was in a messy ponytail. I looked okay, but I didn’t want okay. If I was going to have a chance to seduce Evan I needed to be drop dead gorgeous.

I raced upstairs and spent the next thirty minutes primping. I had swapped my casual clothes for a slinky red dress that clung to every curve. Underneath it, I had on the skimpiest black thong I owned, and I had skipped a bra altogether. I lined my eyes with dark eyeliner and mascara and brushed my hair out into sleek waves. I slipped my feet into a pair of strappy silver heels before heading downstairs.

I heard the door open and I knew it was Evan. Daddy had given him his own key since he came over so much. Composing my full lips into a sad pout I lowered my head, trying to look as downcast as possible even though I was already grinning inside.

“Why so glum, Lianna?” Evan asked, his eyes roving over my body hungrily. This would never have worked if Evan wasn't attracted to me, but I'd caught him checking me out tons of times over the past few months.

“I thought you were my date,” I said, trying to sound as distraught as possible over the absence of my imaginary date. “He stood me up! I got all dressed up and he just texted me saying he couldn’t make it. No reason, just ‘can’t make it.”

I slumped down on the couch, hoping I looked adequately dejected so that Evan would comfort me.

Evan sat down next to me, his hand resting on my bare knee. Score. “I don’t know who this guy is, but he’s obviously insane if he stood you up. Especially looking like that.”

I smiled shyly, lifting my head from my hands and meeting Evan’s blue eyes. “You like it?” He nodded earnestly. “Do you think it’s not too tight?” Deciding that boldness was the way to go tonight, I stood up and twirled around, letting Evan check out my dress from all angles, especially where the fabric clung to my round ass.

When Evan spoke up a bit his voice sounded choked, "No, not too tight at all." I glanced down at his lap and saw that his running shorts were looking a bit tight. He bit his lip and looked around as if expecting Daddy to pop up from behind the couch. “Where’s Knox? I’m supposed to meet him for a run.”

“Daddy texted me and said he has to work late,” I said, my voice sounding low and sultry, even to my own ears. “We have the whole place to ourselves.” I stood in between Evan’s legs and leaned over until I was just in front of his face, my lips inches from his. “What do you think we should do?”

“We shouldn’t,” Evan said without conviction.

“I think we should.” I stood up and took a step back. I slid my hand up my thigh and underneath my skirt until caught the edge of my panties. I tugged them down slowly, easing them past my knees until they fell on the floor around my feet. I bent down and grabbed them, tossing them to Evan.

He caught them easily and brought them to his nose, inhaling my musk deeply. “You smell delicious,” he murmured, his protests forgotten.

“I think this dress really is too tight,” I continued. “I should take it off.”

Evan’s eyes were riveted to me as I peeled my dress up and over my head. I dropped it on the floor, the puddle of red fabric forgotten as soon as it touched the ground. I stood in front of Evan, completely naked except for my high heels. I knew I looked good. My breasts were round and perky and my nipples were hard little peaks. I had shaved my pussy bare, and my wetness was already glistening on my soft pink lips.

“Fuck Lianna,” Evan growled, his hand going to the erection that tented his running shorts. “Fuck you’re gorgeous. But what if your stepfather catches us?”

“No he won’t,” I said, dropping to my knees between Evan’s legs, trying to to swipe guiltiness and yearning to my dad. “He said he stuck at work and will be at home late .”

I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around Evan’s cock, sucking the head into my mouth. Evan’s cock was as sexy as the rest of him. About eight inches long and nice and thick, it filled my mouth perfectly.

Evan’s hands tangled in the hair I had so carefully styled a few minutes ago. “You really want that?” he said, his voice catching as I sucked harder.

“Mmmm,” I moaned my assent around his cock, my head bobbing in his lap as I sucked harder. Between my legs, my pussy was absolutely throbbing, and my juices had already overflowed, leaving my thighs slick with arousal.

“What are you doing?”

I lifted my head, Evan’s cock slipping from my lips as we both turned to see Daddy standing in the doorway.

I wanted to say sorry but at that moment I found my yearning to my daddy became stronger, before I lose my nerves, I forced my courage and asked him,

“Have you been watching long, Daddy?” I asked, turning my body a bit to make certain he got an eyeful.

“Do you want to join in?”