My mother married my stepfather a year ago. They had dated 8 months before that. Funny thing is I met him first, before she did, and we haven’t told her.
I’m 20 now, but for my 18th birthday my BFFs took me out partying. One of my birthday gifts was a terrific fake ID that said I was 21. We danced and drank and I was having a ball when three older guys started hitting on us. Free drinks! There was this awkward hour where three guys and three girls tried to navigate the Great Mystery – who will couple with whom. Silent signals and meaningful glances go across and behind the gender lines. Call the guy I paired with Andrew. Just to keep this clear let me call my friends Kelsey and Tina, and the dudes they paired with Kevin and Thomas. Kevin’s apartment, with cannabis in the fridge, was nearby. We three young ladies got settled, got toasted, and got thoroughly fucked, mostly in the living room, no privacy. Andrew took me from behind, folded over the coffee table, the cold stone surface cooling my breasts. I’d have better lovers later in life, but the booze and grass put me in the mood and Andrew got me off twice. Kevin was nearby, pounding Kelsey into the sectional. He was the best-equipped of the three men, but Andrew had been more than enough for me. Kelsey made a lot of noises, lucky girl. By 4 am Tina and I Ubered back to our apartments; Kelsey stayed the weekend with Kevin.
Andrew called and texted several times but I put him off and he got the message.
Imagine how awkward it was when my Mother told me she’d met this great guy and she finally brought him home to meet her kids and “Hello, Kevin!”
He hadn’t known my full name and we were both surprised. He was so smooth about it through and I got through the moment. Then he did the sweetest thing. Mom went to get some wine and he quickly whispered to me that he’d leave right away if I wanted. He’d fake an emergency and make excuses and bolt. He said he really liked my Mom but would understand if I hated him being here. He swore he’d never tell her how we met.
I couldn’t speak, just shook my head. He could stay. We would keep each other’s secrets.
But it is so awkward now. When I hear him and my mother in bed at night, I close my eyes and remember him impaling Kelsey on that couch. I touch myself and remember Andrew doing me bent over the coffee table. My step-father and I have had sex “together,” but not really, not with each other. Kelsey teases me whenever she sees me, asks me if he’s had me yet, swears he was the best she’s ever, blah blah.
I so don’t want to cheat on Mom.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lan51y/mf_how_i_met_my_stepfather
The next part – Several people have asked if Andrew is still in my life. No. Kevin told him the dozen excellent reasons why inviting him to his wedding would be a bad idea. (THAT would have been fun. What a nasty thought, Kevin and Mom in the honeymoon Suite, Andrew reuniting with me in a nearby room.)
I have started to call him “Uncle Kevin” because of course he’s not my Dad. I can write “Stepfather,” but I’m just not a kid anymore. He is my mother’s husband but he is not my father in any parental sort of way. All three of us are comfortable with “Uncle.”
And it’s good he’s not my father, because we have a sexual tension that neither of us wants to ruin things. It is so awkward that we have seen each other naked and having sex. We both try to put it all in the ancient history file, but it is what it is. Kevin adores my mother, and they have an active sex relationship. My real Dad never gave her as much sexual attention as her second husband does. She makes what for her are naughty jokes about how he’s too young for an old lady like her. But I can hear them go at it at night and she is really enjoying her sexual peak years.
Kelsey teases me that he was the best man she ever had, and I pretend to laugh, and I tell her he was probably the only man she ever had, and we play it off. But I can close my eyes and remember most of that night. Me watching Kevin’s erection just pounding my friend on that sofa. Me folded over, that cold stone table top with my boobs smashed under Andrew’s weight, him grinding me from behind like a dog. I now think it was a terrible idea that when Kevin moved in to what used to be Mom & Dad’s house, he brought that coffee table. Mom insisted he bring it because she finds it beautiful. It sits in our living room and kept me from forgetting. Life is not fair. Kevin and I are only human, right? It was only a matter of time….