Chapter 2Daddy's Girl Grows Up

I slipped out of the house barefoot, wearing just my loose drawstring shorts.

No panties, and a cropped tee with no bra. The night air kissed my skin. I felt daring, alive.

My body’s petite, curves tight and neat, but I always wish my tits were bigger. Still, my legs are killer, leading up to a round little ass that turns heads.

I padded toward the bushes at the back corner.

Before I even saw them, I heard their voices, low and intimate.

Then the hot tub came into view. Dim lights glowed over the water. Mom and Sylus sat naked on the bench, skin glistening, steam curling around them.

God, Mom looked incredible. Tall, curvier than me, but we could almost pass for sisters. No wonder Sylus couldn’t keep his hands off her.

I felt a rush of pride…and a sting of envy. I wanted tits like hers.

I was shocked to see she was completely smooth down there, just like me.

Sylus’s hand rested high on her thigh, inches from her core, thumb brushing lazy circles. Mom’s fingers were wrapped around his cock.

That thick, heavy, impossibly big cock.

My breath caught. I’d seen a few boys, watched some porn, but nothing like this.

He was huge.

A hot shiver ran through me. “Daddy’s got a huge cock,” I whispered to myself, barely audible. The word Daddy sent sparks straight between my legs. I’d never called him that out loud. But now I wanted to. Badly.

Mom stroked him slowly, confidently, like she owned every inch. I wished I could touch like that. Touch him like that.

Then Sylus slid his hand right over her pussy, fingers parting her gently.

Mom’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping as she rocked into his touch. He smiled, tender and hungry, circling her clit with slow, perfect pressure.

I wanted to be her right then. Wanted those strong fingers on me, in me.

My pussy throbbed, already soaked. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand into my shorts, fingers gliding over my slick heat. I imagined it was him—his thicker, longer fingers teasing me open.

They eased off after a while, reaching for their wine glasses, catching their breath. But Mom kept her hand on his cock, stroking lazily.

“Something on your mind, baby?” she asked softly.

Sylus glanced down at her hand on him. “Maybe not the best time.”

“Tell me. Always.”

“It’s Emma,” he said.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

Mom’s face softened, but her hand never stopped moving. “What about her?”

“I’m worried she’s not happy here. Not sure she even likes me. But I want her to. She’s my daughter now. And she’s amazing… just like you.”

Hearing him say that while Mom touched him, it was wrong and perfect and twisted me up inside. My finger pushed deeper, circling faster.

“She just needs time,” Mom said, still stroking him. “Spend more one-on-one time with her. Build something just between you two. She needs a dad, and you’re the best man for it. Take her shopping. Dinner. Movies.”

“Good idea,” he said, voice warm. “I really want her happy. I already love her so much.”

My nipples tightened painfully. Heat flooded my chest.

Mom smiled. “She’ll get there. She’ll love you as much as I do.”

Sylus grinned, nodding toward her hand. “That much?”

Mom laughed, swatting him playfully. “You’re awful.”

“I hope we all get along,” she added softly.

“Me too,” he murmured, his fingers drifting back between her thighs, stroking her clit slow and sweet.

My pulse went wild. My pussy burned. Was he just saying what Mom wanted to hear? Or did he mean it?

But those words—I already love her—echoed in my head, making my whole body ache.

I really wanted him to mean it.