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  The stories contained in this compilation have all been previously published by One Handed Reads, LLC. Most of the original publications have been blocked by Amazon due to either covers or titles or descriptions deemed offensive or just too damned taboo by whatever standard is being applied at the moment. Apparently, it doesn’t matter that all of the sex portrayed in these pages is: (a) fictional; (b) between consenting adults; and (c) legal.

  Rather than confuse readers by having publications here on Amazon that bear different covers and/or titles than otherwise identical publications from other vendors, OHR opted instead to wrap the filthy hot stories into a collection with a bland cover and an innocuous title.

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  ~ Roxy

  What He Doesn't Know

  by

  Autumn Blade

  "Say that again, Cindy?"

  "I said what Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him. Him knowing it's me isn't a part of the fantasy. I just…"

  Kim shook her head. "You just want to fuck your stepfather. And you want me to help you do it. You're asking a lot here." Kim shook her head again, more violently this time, and stood. "I seriously need a drink. The thing is, I don't know what's worse. That you want this to begin with or that my mind is already spinning with how to make it happen." She walked into the kitchen and pulled a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels off a shelf crowded with liquor the girls normally ignored. "I need something stronger than wine for this discussion. You seriously want this?"

  "More than anything. Don't tell me you haven't noticed before. You even called me on it that one time."

  "I was kidding."

  "No, you weren't." It was Cindy's turn to shake her head, denying her roommates attempt to pass off her criticism of Greg, who had been Cindy's only recent boyfriend to last longer than a weekend. "You were right. The only reason I kept Greg around was because he looked like a younger version of Roger."

  "That is seriously twisted, Cindy. Please tell me that wasn't what you were thinking about the one night I let you talk me into that threesome with Greg."

  "But it was. The only thing better than banging my Daddy would be sharing him with you."

  "Oh, fuck. Cindy, that is just ten kinds of fucking perverted. I'm not that kind of girl." Kim unscrewed the lid from the bottle of Jack and took a long pull. "Why the hell do you want to fuck the man who helped raise you?"

  "Because when I was in high school, every boy I kissed was him in the depths of my mind. Because I spent my preteen years masturbating to the sounds of him and my mom on the other side of the hall. Because I can't remember a time when I had my fingers up my pussy that I didn't pretend he was about to walk in the door and catch me." A wicked smile crossed Cindy's lips. "And you can quit pretending you don't know exactly what I mean, because I've caught you looking at him, too."

  "Well, he is extremely easy on the eyes for his age. And…"

  "And you have always had a thing for older men, you little slut. Like Professor Simpson. Don't try to tell me that was about getting a grade. You flirted with him because you hoped he would flirt back." Cindy crossed the living room to the kitchen and pulled the bottle out of Kim's hand to take a sip of her own. "You even flashed your cunt at him that one day."

  "Didn't do me any good. I swear he didn't even notice." Kim snatched the bottle back and took two glasses out of the sink. "I made a fool out of myself."

  "He noticed. You just fell for about the only guy on campus with ethics, that's all. But he definitely noticed. He stared even. Probably whacked off in his office thinking about you." Cindy's face lit up and she reached for one of the two drinks Kim had just poured. "I'll make you a deal. You help me nail my dad and I'll help you get the professor." She took a swig. "I'll bet you anything his resistance will fail now that he can't fall back on the thing about you being his student."

  "Okay, you're on. What do you have in mind?" Kim took a sip of her own drink, grimaced and then walked to the freezer to get some ice. "I mean, it isn't like Roger is going to go along with this. He really does see you as his daughter."

  "Yes and no. You remember that picture from Mardi Gras?" The playful tease in Cindy's eyes left no doubt which picture she meant.

  "Of course. But I also remember that all the copies are supposed to be offline for good. If someone is going to stare at my tits, I'd rather they did it in person." Two plus two came out as four in Kim's brain. "You mean that Roger has…"

  "Yep. Found it last time I was visiting. Not just a link, either. He right clicked and saved or something. It was right there in his recent documents. And that was weeks and weeks after we made the boys take it off the 'net." Cindy looked very pleased with herself.

  "And why were you looking at his recent documents?"

  Now she blushed. Kim almost dropped her drink in surprise. Cindy just wasn't the type of girl who blushed very often. "I was snooping. Found what I hoped for, too. Or rather, I didn't find it."

  "Which was?"

  "Well, I found a fair amount of porn… but what guy doesn't have a bunch of that on his computer? More importantly, while I found some email and a couple of dating profiles, I found very little that would indicate he's getting laid."

  "Wow, Cindy. Really? You really went searching your Dad's laptop for booty call evidence? That's just… there just is something not right about that."

  "Oh, stop. You already know exactly how I feel about him. And Mom has been gone for almost five years now. She isn't going to get jealous. Besides, I need him hard up. I need him so desperate he forgets to think of me as his daughter and thinks about the hottie flashing her tits. And there was other stuff."

  "Other stuff?" Kim wasn't sure she wanted to know, but she had to ask.

  "There was some video that was interesting. Because of the girls in them… a redhead and a blonde. College age. Playing with each other and playing with a man. They didn't look that much like us, really. But if you wanted them to look like us, you could talk yourself into it. I did."

  Kim smiled and reached a hand out to caress her roomie's cheek. "Did you finger yourself pretending it was us? Did you play with yourself?"

  "Yeah, just like I bet you my Daddy did. I came, too, right there in his chair. Too bad he didn't know that next time he sat down to jerk off."

  Kim sighed. She could tell this wasn't going to end until Cindy got her way. "Okay, so suppose I agree t
o this. Let me go back to what you started with… I seduce him and we switch, is that what you are thinking? And he thinks it is me the whole time. It's gonna need to be awful dark for that. Luckily, we are about the same size and everything. But what if he turns on a light?"

  "I was thinking he could be blindfolded. I have that one I got from the mail-order catalog. It won't come off like a scarf or something would. And its heavy duty enough you can't see through it even with the lights on."

  "How are we supposed to get him to agree to that? And when did you plan on doing all this?" Kim couldn't believe she was actually going along with this. Yeah, the two of them had done some wild things together. And she would love to do more, especially if Cindy meant it about Professor Simpson. She pictured kissing Cindy while riding Prof. Simpson's cock on that big oak desk in his office. Cindy could sit on his face while she rode him. The image sent electric shocks straight to her clit.

  "I'll do it. If you'll help me get the Professor, I'll seduce your Dad."

  Cindy clapped her hands and squealed like a child. Then she leaned over and kissed her roomie in a way that wasn't childish at all.

  * * * *

  "No, just for the one night. There's a concert we want to go to and the band isn't coming here. But they are going to be close to home. Kim and I were thinking we could hit the show Friday and then stay overnight there before driving back here. No, Dad, we aren't bringing any boys. Yes, you made that clear enough last time. I promise, never again under your roof until I'm married." Cindy made a face at the phone.

  Kim choked back a giggle at that, thinking about the last time they had stayed at the house where Cindy grew up. Then, she thought about what she had learned about Cindy's dad since. She imagined him, laying in the dark, listening to her and Cindy fuck Tommy and Gene. She imagined him reaching down, playing with himself while she and Cindy got loud. Fuck, I'm getting wet. This idea is really starting to turn me on. Maybe I won't just leave him to his daughter's not so tender mercies. Maybe I'll surprise them both.

  "Yes, Dad. No, Dad. Okay, we'll call you before we leave the concert hall. But don't wait up. It'll be late. We can do breakfast in the morning before we leave and we can get our visiting time in then. I love you too, Dad. Bye." Cindy hung up the phone and turned to Kim, an evil grin creeping across her face.

  "You don't have any intention of us calling ahead and warning him, do you?" Kim asked.

  "Not a one, babe. Maybe we can catch him at his computer." Cindy's grin shifted from just ordinary evil to lecherous.

  Kim knew that look, and besides, she was still feeling the effects of her earlier mental images about Roger. She stepped forward and slipped her hand behind Cindy's neck. "What say we pull out that new strap-on you bought? I'm not waiting for the weekend to scratch this itch." She kissed her roomie, firmly, pushing her tongue between Cindy's not-at-all-resisting lips.

  Cindy sucked Kim's tongue for a moment, slid her hands down and squeezed her ass, and then broke the kiss. "Only if you let me call you daddy while you fuck me."

  "Absolutely, little girl."

  Cindy let out a very teeny-bopperish squeal and ran for the toy drawer.

  * * * *

  The house was dark when they pulled into the driveway.

  "Think he's already in bed?" Kim asked.

  "Maybe. Seems like he never posts anything on Facebook after ten at night." Cindy answered. "Or maybe he took a nap. He isn't expecting us until well after midnight, more like one. It's only just past eleven."

  "He really goes to bed that early? I mean, he isn't really old enough to join that whole 'crawl into the coffin at sundown' set is he?" Kim's tone said she didn't really think of Cindy's dad in that vein. She was just poking fun.

  "Well, remember he has to be at work early during the week. I mean, he starts at six and that means he leaves the house by five-thirty at the latest. So, eleven is kind of late by that standard. But I don't think he's asleep. I think he is at the computer."

  "Or at least you hope he is. Watching pornos starring slutty redheads that look like you." Kim secretly hoped they starred some slutty blondes as well. "So do we sneak in? Try to catch him, you know, in the act?"

  "That was my first thought. It was my intention all along, thus the idea about not calling first. But on the drive up, I started thinking about how my Dad never seemed to miss a chance to catch me on the upstairs landing, trying to get into my room without waking him. Maybe he's just a light sleeper. Anyway, I'm not sure we'll have any more luck now than I did when I was in high school. But I did have another idea. If we can be very loud, let him think we're drunk, it could help sell what happens next. And if he really is watching porn on the computer, he'll probably just turn it off real quick… which means he won't clear the history…"

  Kim caught the unspoken drift. "And if he was looking at certain kinds of things, maybe I can go to the computer first and use that as my 'excuse.' I like it. It's very devious and wicked."

  "So, are you ready?"

  "Hardly seems like the right question for you to be asking me. Shouldn't it be me asking you that?"

  "Oh, Kim. I've been ready to try this for years."

  "Let's go, then."

  The girls slipped quietly up the steps. Cindy opened the front door as gently as she could. The front hall was dark, as were the living room and the kitchen beside it, but the light above the stairs was on. And from upstairs, a noise they both recognized was barely audible. The girls smiled at each other in a shared moment of triumph as the very obvious sounds of a girl making the exaggerated sounds of orgasm that was expected in cheap porn videos drifted down to their waiting ears. Kim looked at Cindy. Her conspiratorial nod was the signal to start the game.

  Cindy shut the front door with a bang.

  "Shh! Damn it, Cin! You'll wake him up for sure!" Kim said it with a laugh, one that turned from act to reality as the sounds upstairs abruptly ended. Cindy's face showed the thrill of knowing what that meant, how that fell perfectly in line with their new plan.

  The girls laughed and giggled and exaggerated the natural sounds of climbing the stairs in a manner not too different than what the girl had been doing in the video they had heard. Not making noises that were wrong… just playing them up to make them more obvious.

  As they crept down the hallway in imitation of a drunken attempt to be quiet, both noticed the door to Roger's study ajar. It was dark inside, no glow of screen or illuminated keyboard to give away the game. But they knew what they would find. There had been no time to do anything except click shut down.

  The door to Cindy's old room was next down the hall, across from the hall bathroom. The master bedroom door at the end was shut. But as they turned to go into Cindy's, that door opened slowly.

  "Girls?"

  Gotta hand it to him, Kim thought, He really does look like he just woke from dozing off while waiting, wrinkled Dockers, white undershirt and all.

  "Hi Daddy!" squealed Cindy, playing the drunk role. She was good at it, having used it to fool many a frat boy or athlete who couldn't get the courage up to make a pass at anyone sober. She ran over and threw her arms around him. Kim noticed that Roger's hips rocked back as his step-daughter squeezed. What are you hiding, eh Roger? A little bit of evidence you don't want your daughter to feel? Kim smiled. Not a chance, not if I know my roomie.

  On cue, Cindy's leg shifted and brushed against his crotch. A moment of panic that Kim was sure she had not been meant to see crossed his face. Cindy, actress that she was, gave no indication of noticing anything. Kim tried her best to keep her own face neutral, in case he glanced up at her.

  When he did just that, a second later, it seemed she had succeeded. At least, nothing in his expression made her think anything was unusual. She smiled and waved, and let loose with a fake yawn that he seemed all too eager to assume was real.

  "You girls must be tired after all that driving and the noise and bustle of a concert. Me, too. My Friday started early and it is almost Saturday. Tomorro
w, we'll get breakfast and you two can catch me up on all your news. Goodnight, sweetheart. Goodnight, Kim."

  "Goodnight, sir."

  "Goodnight, Daddy. See you in the morning." Cindy leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, somehow managing to innocently run her thigh back across his crotch. To Kim's heightened awareness of it, his body language was terribly conflicted. And she could have sworn she saw his eyes dart down to the bottom of the skirt that barely covered his daughter's ass before he closed his door.

  The girls waited until they were safely behind the door of Cindy's room and had the conversation-masking sounds of her stereo playing. That accomplished, Cindy stifled a squeal to avoid being too obvious.

  "Oh, this is going to be awesome! I feel so deliciously naughty! So, I head for the shower and…"

  "And I get things started before you come in," Kim said in response to Cindy's implied question. "I'm so relieved that we actually caught him watching porn. If we did… I'll have to check, just to be sure. But I really don't know how I was going to pull this off otherwise. I hope we weren't wrong about…"

  "Oh, he was watching something alright. He might have been startled by our arrival, but he still had at least half a hard-on under those khakis." Cindy smiled decadently.

  "Speaking of which, if your father has half the balls you have… really, girl? I mean, I've seen you pull that on guys in a bar, but in the hallway outside your daddy's room? That's just all kinds of daring." Kim shook her head.

  "So says the chick about to go seduce him and switch places with his step-daughter after she gets him blindfolded." Cindy's expression clearly told who she thought had the more difficult task in their little game. "Seducing your professor is going to be simple compared to that. And don't think I'm going to leave him to just your tender mercies. I'm staying for the fun."

  "Speaking of which, you do realize I'm going to have to stay in there tonight? Not only do I need to be ready if something needs to be said, but I highly doubt I can accomplish anything with the door open where his daughter could possibly see inside on her way out of the shower. And if I open the door to leave…"