Chapter 1Daddy's Girl Grows Up

Mom and I moved into my stepfather Sylus's mansion.

Sylus is gentle, handsome, and powerful.

He spoils me like I'm his own daughter.

I don't want to be just his daughter, I want all his love and possession.

That night, when I secretly watched him and Mom tangled together in the hot tub, my teenage desire was fully ignited——

Hidden in the shadows, my hand slipped beneath my soaked shorts……

I slipped out through the front door and crept around the side of the house.

My mom was in the bedroom with Sylus tonight. I could see them through the window—his hands gently tracing her breast, their lips locked in a deep, hungry kiss.

“God…” Mom whispered, her voice trembling as his mouth trailed lower, down her body, until he reached her core.

“Shh, baby. Don’t wake Emma,” Sylus murmured, his voice low and teasing, before his lips closed over her.

The way he touched her… slow, deliberate, worshipful. His tongue moved in soft, rhythmic strokes, drawing quiet gasps from her. Mom’s legs shook. Her head fell back, back arching, offering herself completely to him.

He lifted one of her legs, holding it high, opening her to him even more. She gripped his shoulders, breathless, lost in the heat building inside her.

I stood there in the shadows, my fingers circling slowly between my thighs, heat pulsing through me as I watched. My heart raced. I couldn’t look away.

“Sylus… please…” Mom begged softly, her voice breaking.

But he didn’t stop. He only went deeper, tasting her, teasing her, driving her higher.

“Yes—oh God, yes—I’m coming…” she gasped, her body tensing, fingers tangling in his hair as the wave finally crashed over her.

She came hard, trembling, a soft cry escaping her lips as pleasure flooded her. He held her through it, gentle but firm, drinking her in until she went limp in his arms, breathless and glowing.

I bit my lip to stay quiet, my own body throbbing from the orgasms I’d just chased watching them. My legs felt weak. I crept back to my room, heart pounding, skin still burning.

This had become my secret routine—spying, listening, touching myself while they lost themselves in each other.

I wasn’t used to living in a house this big. Or living with a man at all. It had always just been me and Mom. No dad, no guy around—ever. Just us.

Mom dated plenty, but she never brought anyone home. Then suddenly, there was Sylus. Handsome, fit, older, charming. He made her laugh. Made her happy in ways I’d never seen.

When they started dating, I liked him. He was kind to me, funny. Sometimes I wondered what it’d feel like to have a dad like him.

But at our old apartment, the walls were thin. I’d hear them at night—moans, whispers, the rhythm of their bodies. At first I ignored it. Then I didn’t want to.

I’d lie in bed, hand slipping under the covers, chasing my own heat while imagining what they were doing.

More than once, I came harder than they did.

Then Mom told me Sylus proposed. That we’d move into his big house. Become a family.

It happened so fast. I didn’t know how to feel. But I saw how happy she was. How much she loved him. And part of me… wanted that too. A real family. Someone who felt like a dad.

Sylus was great. Warm. Strong. Easy to be around. I didn’t love him yet—but I wanted to.

Now we’re here. I have my own huge room, my own bathroom. There’s a pool, a hot tub, woods all around. Privacy.

But the house is too quiet. I can’t hear them like I used to. It made me feel… distant. Alone.

So I started sneaking closer. Listening at doors. Peeking through windows.

I tell myself I’m just curious. That I don’t want to mess anything up. Mom’s happier than ever. I won’t ruin that.

But every time I watch them—watch him touch her like she’s everything—I feel that ache deep inside.

I want to be close to them.

I want to feel wanted too.

I just don’t know how to say it.