Chapter 1

I heard the frustrated “Dammit Kelli.” just as I was putting the lasagne into the oven. I peeked into the laundry room but it was just my wife in there. “Talking to imaginary daughters now?” knowing my stepdaughter wasn’t home from soccer practice yet.

My wife was working on laundry and just gave me a look. “No. I’ve told her three times to take that stuff up to her room,” looking over at the clean stuff hanging off to the side as she pulled stuff out of the dryer.

“I’ll get it. Maybe she’ll be better about it if she finds everything hanging in the wrong place.” I grabbed the clothes and gave her a kiss as she started putting stuff on hangers.

“Thank you, sweety. I’ll get the salad started as soon as I’m done with this.”

I headed downstairs, past the den, and pushed Kelli’s door open. Little things like this didn’t bother her mom too much, I know. Kelli was a good about as good of a kid as any fourteen year old could be. Respectful, got decent grades, didn’t get into trouble, hell ... she even kept her room clean. I opened the closet and turned on the light, looking for the best place to mis-file the stuff in my hand.

And then the smell hit me. Strong and musky. My body reacted immediately; sniffing at the air, mouth watering, my cock making itself known in my jeans. It was no surprise really, she had been going through changes for the past few years. I tried to consider myself somewhat decent by noticing it in her friends, and not in her. But the intense scent of her in the small closet was impossible to ignore.

I hung up her clothes in random places and turned to escape. That’s when my foot hit her laundry basket, with a pair of blue and white panties right on top. Had I been thinking at all, I’d have just headed back up to the kitchen. But I reached down and picked up the panties instead ... glancing at the inside crotch before bringing it to my nose. One deep inhale, and I thought my head would explode. Kelli was an active girl, but did any fourteen year old’s panties have a right to be so pungent?

I took another long sniff at them, my free hand going down to squeeze at the bulge trying to bust through my jeans ... and that’s when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over, and there was Kelli ... hand over her mouth, eyes wide, and blushing furiously.

I quickly dropped them back into the basket, she was already taking a step back. “Kelli, listen, I... ‘ seeing her turn and race out of her room, “Kelli!” The blood in my veins froze as that one last hiss of her name failed to stop her departure. Shit, shit, shit.

My mind raced with possible explainations, excuses, placating words ... anything that might pull my ass out of this unfortunate fire. I got to the kitchen doorway, expecting a flurry of accusations and maybe a cooking untensil or two. Instead, I saw Megan working on the salad like she said she would, with Kelli next to her leaning against the counter telling her details about soccer practice. Her face was bright and filled with excitement, nothing like it had been not two minutes before.