Untamed Passion

FORBIDDEN SECRETS

Janie Curtin lay in her bedroom with her pillow pulled over her head as her mother raged in the living room. Her mother, as usual, was being a total bitch, giving her stepfather Ethan no opportunity to get a word in edgewise. Vanessa Fields was not easy to get along with under normal circumstances, and when she was in a rage, she was impossible. Tonight she was in a rage because Ethan had refused to ground eighteen-year-old Janie for being ten minutes late on a Saturday night date…and Janie had even taken a picture of Sean changing the flat tire.

Vanessa had charged out the door screaming when Janie had come home, scaring poor Sean off and slapping Janie into the house.

Ethan was a normally quiet and patient man, but he came close to losing his temper as Vanessa tried her best to slap the hell out of Janie. The hitting was bad, but it wasn’t the worst. It was the cutting words of her mother.

“You sneaking little tramp! You’ve probably been sucking that boy’s cock all night, haven’t you?” She lifted Janie’s skirt high, exposing her lacy panties to Ethan’s eyes, causing him to flush a bright crimson.

“Still have your panties on do you? Did you take them off for a gang bang at the drive-in? How many boys fucked you tonight.”

“That’s enough, Vanessa,” Ethan said, stepping between them.

“You always take her side damn you Ethan…are you fucking the little slut too? Vanessa viciously turned on her husband. Ethan turned to Janie and motioned her to her bedroom, and Janie sped from the room without looking back. She could hear them downstairs, her mother yelling, and her stepfather talking quietly. About fifteen minutes later, Vanessa took her screaming match to the front yard and began to throw stones from the flowerbeds that Ethan had worked so hard on just to please her. The screaming continued until Janie saw the rotating blue lights outside the house. Either the neighbors had called or a passing patrol car had heard her and stopped. Janie knew how this was going to end…when Vanessa was on the rampage, any attempt to exercise authority over her ended in disaster.

Sure enough, the yelling only ended when the cops put Vanessa into the back seat in handcuffs and hauled her off.

In a few minutes, Ethan came up and knocked on her door. “Can I come in?” he asked softly. Drying her tears, Janie sat up straight and asked him to come in.

He took her into his arms and caressed her hair, apologizing for her mother’s actions and the rude things she had said. Janie took a step back from him, not realizing that her clothing was in disarray and one petite breast was peeking out fetchingly from her partially unbuttoned blouse.

“Why do you always apologize for her daddy? She treats you like total shit and you just keep taking it, no matter what she says or does…she must be a real tigress in the bedroom for you to put up with all this crap.” Janie realized that Ethan was blushing and that he was staring at her chest. A slow smile crept over her face as she buttoned the blouse up slowly, letting him watch as much as he wanted.

Ethan shook his head. “That’s kind of what I came up here for Janie. I can’t take this anymore. Whatever your mother and I had is long gone. I’m leaving her as soon as I can arrange for you to be taken care of. Janie wasMaterial © NôvelDrama.Org.

speechless. She had no desire to be left behind with her mother and she said so. “That’s what I meant honey,” Ethan said, his large gentle hand on her shoulder, “I won’t leave her until I’m certain you’re in safe hands.

“Daddy, I’m eighteen years old, and I can take care of myself…I don’t need anybody to take care of me.”

“Honey, you still have to finish high school, and there’s college this fall…”

“I don’t care Daddy I don’t want you to leave!” She threw herself sobbing into his arms. Ethan was caught by surprise and he tumbled over on the bed. They were both suddenly intensely aware of her breasts pressing against his chest, and the instant response of his erection against her belly.

“Janie, I…” his mumbling apology was cut off by the soft pressure of her lips on his.

“Daddy,” she breathed. Her nipples rose unbidden as her breasts pressed into him and his erection continued to swell. She tore her blouse open and the fabric of his shirt was rubbing maddeningly against her nipples. Janie turned sideways on top of him, maintaining the sweet contact of her nipples on his chest, and moving her small delicate hands to the thickness in the front of his pants. Her fingers curled around his shaft and he moaned.

“Baby this isn’t right,” Ethan murmured, even as his hand sought her small, perfectly shaped breasts and cupped one.

In answer, Janie’s fingers unzipped his trousers and her hand maneuvered through the maze of his briefs seeking his bare flesh and finding it.

Trembling, her fingers traced the contours of his penis. “Oh Daddy!” she said. Janie was no longer listening to Ethan’s half-hearted protests…she wanted him.

At five feet six inches tall, Janie was taller than the other girls on the gymnastics team, but she was slender and exceptionally flexible. Her small a-cup breasts, her narrow waist, and her slender hips gave her a boyish look, which caused her to take great pains with the way she dressed to express her very feminine personality. Her belly was hard and flat. She wore her hair in a short blonde bob making it easier to care for after gymnastics workouts, and her pretty face was highlighted by a pair of probing and highly intelligent violet eyes framed with incredibly long lashes…and it was these same violet eyes that Ethan was drowning in as her hand stroked his rigid cock.

“Oh god,” he moaned. Her hand felt so good on his bare penis. Unknown to Janie, Vanessa hadn’t so much as touched him in more than two years.

Janie, on the other hand, was a great deal more experienced in matters sexual than Ethan was aware of. Vanessa had been terribly off base in her accusations about gang bangs and blowing every boy in school, but only because Janie hadn’t worked up the nerve to be so blatant about the desires raging in her teenage body. A lot of Vanessa’s concerns were a valid

expression of her fears because she remembered her flaming desires at the same age. Vanessa, whose parents were infinitely less strict than she was, had worked her way through both the football and basketball teams in high school and college. She couldn’t even go back to her hometown after she graduated because of her reputation as the ‘gang bang queen.’