I’m wandering around the house wanting to punch the fucking wall.

This is my fucking house. The house that I want to put for sale so that I can get some fucking money for the business that supports this goddamn family. I shouldn't feel this way, but all of a sudden, everything seems to have been turned upside down.

If the business were profitable right now, I wouldn’t have called both Colt and Karen to come and spend some time here to try and figure things out. They act as if it’s painful to be in their family home. So what’s the big deal in selling it?

Besides, this is the business that helped pay off the home loan when Linda was sick. The business that helped Clara when she went into rehab, the first and the second time. This is the business that pays for those vacations they want to get away to. For the college tuition. For the La Perla lingerie that Karen is probably wearing right now.

God, dear sweet Karen. Whether it’s anger or lust, or a combination of both, I just want to grab her and throw her on my knee and rip off those yoga pants and spank her. Rip that $500 lace thong off her ass and run my finger along her ass crack and make her fucking moan.

I hate the idea that both Karen and Colt are acting as if I’m some gold digger when that’s far from the truth. Especially when getting the funds doesn’t just mean a cash injection for the business, but that’s something that they don’t need to know about. I just need the house sold, the funds distributed, and then we can all get on with our lives.

I decide to go into the kitchen and look around. I should drink something. Something that will take away the pain that I’m feeling at the moment. It's a strange feeling being in this house with Colt and Karen again. They aren't children anymore. And I'm thinking of them in ways I never did in the past.

And not just Karen. I know how fucking gorgeous Karen is.

But why am I thinking about Colt?

Why does my cock get hard when he stands up to me? When he calls me selfish?

This is too fucking weird. I’m his fucking stepdad.

It’s one thing to be lusting after my stepdaughter. But my stepson too? This has got to be crossing some sort of line.

I look around the kitchen and catch sight of an amber-colored bottle. I realize it's my favorite scotch.

I take out the bottle of scotch and feel the weight of it in my hand. I look at the label and watch the overhead light pierce the amber liquid. Then, I grab a couple of blocks of ice, and dump them into a glass. Just as I finish pouring the scotch, Karen stumbles into the kitchen. She’s got her ear buds in; she's swinging her hips to music I can't hear and she doesn’t realize that I’m standing by the sink.

I watch her. Taking in her sight. Drinking in her beauty.

Those luscious curves.

Those mouth-watering hips.

She gives a start as she turns around and sees me watching her.

“Daniel, you scared me!” She nearly drops her plate as her arms fly up, so I quickly grab it from her.

“You went to eat in your room?”

Silly question, because the evidence is right in front of me.

“Yes, you and Colt were going at it, and I just didn’t want to get involved,” she responds and I wince.

She takes back the plate and wipes it before putting it in the dishwasher. I watch her bend over, and the same feeling that came over me at the pool washes over me again. The one that I shouldn’t be feeling, the one I had when she was playing with Colt, when her lips curled in a smile and her tits jumped up and down. My cock jerked and I didn’t look at her as if she was my daughter; I felt like a jealous ex-lover looking at their ex move on with a new lover.

“Just tell me one thing,” I ask.

Maybe I drank the scotch a bit too quickly because I can’t get my eyes off her ass.

Is it me or did she just lick her lips

“Anything you want…” she says, before her eyes travel my body. “Daddy.”

All of a sudden blood rushes to my brain.

We’re playing a different game now.

This isn’t the innocent little girl that used to hide in the closet.

This is a courtesan of the 21^st century.

I give her my undivided attention, “Sorry, I must've drank a bit too much. I just feel a bit disorientated. Maybe we can talk in the living room.”

She hesitates in agreeing, “Where’s Colt?”

“Oh, he left a while ago. I’m not even sure if he’s coming back,” I start to mumble as I feel guilty about Colt leaving and the fact that he feels that Linda’s memory means nothing to me. I loved his mom; he must know that. I was never the bad guy when it came to being a husband to Linda.

Karen doesn’t say anything, but turns around and then back again. “You better bring that bottle and two glasses with you.”

Did she just say two? She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I'm trying not to stare at her body. I know that this conversation isn’t going to be an easy one; I just didn’t think that Colt would make it so difficult. Then again, I don’t blame him. He was right. I haven’t exactly been in touch and then here I was, expecting him to help me with the business just like that.

I sit down on the couch and put the bottle and the glasses on the table in front of us, within easy reach. I can’t believe that she wants to talk to me. Colt didn’t, and I had practically raised him from when he was young. Karen has only been living with us for a few years, and yet she’s showing more patience than Colt has shown up until now.

“Okay,” she says as she takes the bottle and starts pouring the scotch as if she’s pouring a glass of water.

She passes me the glass and then knocks hers against it and says, “Cheers.”

I’m about to object—to ask her if she knows what she's doing because this isn't a hard cider or whatever people her age normally drink, but I bite me tongue because it’s too late. She’s already coughing as she takes a huge sip of it.

I run to the kitchen and get her some water. I even make it halfway there before I hear the sound of her sweet laugher.

Fuck.

I turn around to see her laughing at her joke at my expense. As I come back, she’s still giggling as she sits on the chair.

“I’m not so straight-laced anymore, Daddy,” she tells me.

I relax, knowing that she was pulling my chain and marveling that Karen isn’t a little kid anymore. Of course she’s tasted scotch. I bet that she’s had a lot stronger in college, and here I am acting as if I need to protect her.

I sigh as I sit down, “I bet you think that’s funny. I was really worried about you. I thought that you were choking and anything could've happened.”

She sighs, “That’s a bit dramatic.”

“I’m still your father,” I tell her and I immediately regret the situation I’ve set up. It’s able to be escalated so easily.

“Sorry, Daddy,” she says, pouting at me. “Do you want to punish me?”

My cock has turned into 12 inches of lead in my pants.

But Karen has moved on.

She shakes her head, “I was kind of disappointed with what you had to say earlier … and let me finish.”

She lifts up her glass and takes a sip, stopping me from interrupting her again. “It’s just that I’ve never understood why you stayed with mom. She was a mess. Promised to get better and then never did. She was full of lies.”

I’m not sure what she’s getting at. I give her my full concentration, feeling good that the scotch is doing its job and making me feel lightheaded. I don’t want to deal with this conversation, because I know for a fact that Karen’s not going to like what I have to say.

“Clara was never in love with me,” I blurt out. I know what she’s getting at, and I want to save her the heartache of thinking that this was anything other than what it was planned to be.

“Look you’re not a kid anymore.” I look at her from head to toe wondering if she’s moved closer toward me, or if it’s all in my imagination. “I was lonely at first, my first wife died too young and I thought that your mom could take her place somehow. Then it was clear that your mom needed a husband as a namesake and I just fit the bill. I accepted that. It was good to have someone to go out with, instead of always being alone.”

The truth was that I was more in love with Clara then she ever was with me, but I got over it in time. I allowed the business to satisfy my needs and I never felt disappointed about the path that she decided to take, especially when I found out how selfish she was deep down inside. I’m not going to tell her daughter the truth beneath it all; at the end of the day, she’s her mom. That has to count for something.

“So you’re not still in love with mom?”

She lifts an eyebrow, and then I realize that she’s nearly sitting on my lap. She’s taken the glass from my hand, and her blue eyes seem to be alight as she starts tracing her fingers along my arm.

“Are you single now?”

I should move away from her. Tell her to stop; my mouth’s saying one thing and my mind another. “Look, this isn’t the conversation that you should be having with your dad. Besides I moved on a long time ago…”

I don’t need to point that out to her. She’s nearly sitting on my lap, undoing my shirt and instead of moving, instead of telling her to stop, I’m just watching her undoing my buttons, purring, “I’m your daughter.”

“Karen, seriously, I can’t even remember the last time I had sex, and this is…” before I can even finish, she’s put her finger to my lips.

“You know that you want me,” her eyes dart down to my obvious erection. “Besides, Daddy, you’re acting like some kind of monk, when this body is far, far more suited to more than that.”

“What do you know about what a monk’s body looks like?”

She licks her lips and then purrs, “I can tempt any man, monks or priests included, to the dark side, Daddy.” I listen to her and my blood starts to boil and I start to see red.

The demon of lust has possessed my soul. And he’s done it through my stepdaughter.

“No one can say no to me,” Karen says. Then she holds out her hand. I know where we’re going, and I should tell her that we’re going in the wrong direction. But I need something to make me feel better. To take away what I’m feeling right now and somehow Karen’s about to do that, and I don’t feel guilty. No, I just feel horny as she takes me to her room and closes the door.

She starts to slide her yoga pants down her hips, revealing a black thong, and my cock is growing harder by the second.

A memory flashes through my mind: earlier today, out by the pool, Colt’s hands were where mine are about to be right now.