EroticReverie

John

I almost fall to my knees when I walk downstairs, finding Mackenzie standing in the kitchen wearing one of her mothers dresses. It was a soft pink, floral chiffon dress, that had come to her mothers ankles, but for Mackenzie the hem just kissed the ground as her bare feet peeked out just beneath it. It had short ruffled sleeves, and a generous dip in the front. I swallow as she turns. Her hair swept up in a loose updo just like her mother used to wear hers. Her breasts, stealing my attention for a split second as they fill out the front of her dress far more than Rayna's had. I look away from her as she lights up with a smile. 

It'd been a few days since the night I'd kissed her, the night I'd slipped my hand between her legs and spoke to her like I would a woman, before ripping myself from her, from making a huge mistake. We hadn't talked of it. But, she had slept in the same bed as me the next two night. Still on her own side of the bed, both of us just holding hands. It killed me. The smell of her , different than her mother, but just as heavenly was now taking up purchase on the bed I'd shared with her mother. I felt guilty for what I'd done, ashamed. So when she'd asked to sleep in my bed that night, I'd let her. Then again the next night. The third night, she didn't even ask, just came to bed, and again, asked me to hold her hand. 

Now she was here in the kitchen, wearing her mothers dress, doing her hair like Rayna's and it was squeezing my heart, their hair the same natural blonde shade, their eyes the same hazel color. The only difference was Mackenzie was a bit shorter, younger, and had breasts double the size of her mothers if not more. They looked amazing, so fucking amazing in that dress. No bra. I note as I look at the bare back of the dress, my cock trying to ignore the thoughts running through my head. Wanting to graze my fingers on her sun kissed skin, wanting to trace that faint tan line on her back from laying out in the sun. 

"I made you breakfast. You don't have to eat it. But..I dont know, I just got bored." she says with a shrug, her voice sounding so cheerful and happy, and all I wanted to was yell at her. To make her go change her clothes, to take down her hair. To look less like the spitting image of her mother. It wasn't fair to be angry with her. Who was I to tell she couldnt wear her mothers things? What do I say? Mackenzie, it makes want to touch you everywhere with my hands and mouth when you dress in her clothes? That it's hard enough to not want you in my current state, I don't need you dressing like the woman I made love to for five years? That I'm stuggling to not remember how your mouth fucking tastes or how wet your panties were when I touched you the other night? You're making it harder, everything harder. My cock mostly. 

I walk over to coffee pot. "Thank you for brewing the coffee. I don't have much of an appetite right now, sorry." I say without looking at her. 

"You're welcome, and it's okay, I'll just save it for later , if you want it then." she says sweetly and I bite my tongue. I didnt want her fucking cooking for me. I wanted her to be happy, and I wanted her out of trouble. That was it. I didnt want her to play fucking house. I didn't want her to make me so fucking confused. I let out a frustrated sigh. 

"Is everything okay John?" she ask and I clench my jaw, biting my tongue. Fuck. I was going to lose my mind. I need to see a fucking therapist. 

she's there beside me before I can think of something to say kindly, her hand touching my arm. Running over my suit. 

"What's wrong?" she asks and I turn, moving my arm from her touch and set my coffee down and look at her, her brows popping.

"Did I...did I do something?" she asks as I just glare at her, my eyes escaping hers and going down her breasts as they rise and fall with worried breaths and I swallow, looking down over the dress and back up and over her breasts again. Fuck, they were beautiful. She was fucking beautiful. I exhale through my nose, jaw still clenched. 

"I....is it cause I'm wearing her dress?" she asks. I shake my head. 

"No." I bite out. A lie. That was one of the reasons I was losing my shit. But it wasn't her fucking fault. I was the adult here. I was the one that needed to control myself, to tell myself again and again, she's only fucking seventeen. She's a fucking child. A little fucking girl. 

A little fucking girl with a soft fucking mouth, that felt amazing on mine, a little fucking girl with fantastic tits and a pussy that I knew could soak her panties through just from a kiss and barely touching her. 

"I need to go to work." I say as I walk around her. 

"Your coffee." she says softly. I wave a hand in the air, and walk across the kitchen, out of it, through the house, grabbing my fucking keys, my briefcase and escaping the fresh hell I've landed myself in, my cock rock fucking hard as I throw my briefcase into the passenger seat and palm my aching cock through my pants, adjusting it. 

"Fuck, fuck" I growl through my teeth and squeeze my dick. I think of Rayna, the guilt washing over me as I curse, trying to think of her, of how disgusted she'd be to know I was thinking of Mackenzie like this.  

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The day is fucking hell. Even with as busy I fucking am, all I can think about is the young girl back at the big fucking empty house all alone. In that pretty dress, with those pretty tits, and pretty hair, pretty fucking eyes. 

I loosen my tie as I walk through the door, I'm quiet because I just need a fucking minute, a minute to just think before she comes down here in that dress. I can hear the television on in the other room, taking a deep breath, tilting my head, letting the stress in my neck and shoulder stretch and crack. 

"M-...." I start to say her name, my eyes widening as I see her , straddling a guy, in that fucking dress, his hands on her , up under that dress as she bounces in his lap. 

They're both breathing heavy, their mouth locked and I hear her pretty little fucking moan, my dick jumping at the sound. 

"fuck me" she cries. "yeah, yeah" she moans and I step back, turning , walking away. My nostrils flaring. No. She wouldnt just bring guys here, and fuck them in the middle of the house and get away with it. Rayna wouldnt let her do it. So I couldnt. I wasnt sure if my reasoning was more parental control, or fucking jealousy that some fucking young boy was screwing what belonged to me. She was mine. 

Fuck. No. I growl and run a hand over my face. "Get it together John" I talk to myself in a whisper and turn around, letting my shoes fall heavy on the tile. 

"Mackenzie." my voice is loud and stern and she gasps, her mouth flying from his as he too jumps. 

"Shit!" he curses as Mackenzie pushes up, stuttering. 

"You...you're home early" she says pushing her dress down, looking to the floor, her discarded panties on the floor, she bends down, and snatches them off the floor. 

"Out." I say to the teenage boy, pointing to the door. Mackenzie doesnt argue, and neither does the boy as he runs out of the room. Pants still undone, but pulled up and his shirt in his hand. 

She stands there, panties balled in hand and looking away from me. 

"I...I'm sorry...I didn't know you were coming home early...he...he would have been gone by the time you got home." she says and I look at her. 

"Who is he? A boyfriend?" I ask, she lifts her eyes and shakes her head. 

"Just..a guy....a friend." she says. 

I walk over to her and she lifts her lashes higher the closer I get till I reach her and she's lifting her chin as well. I grab the panties in her hand and lift them.

"how many times have you done this in this house?" I say and throw her panties. 

Her brows pinch slightly. "I...I dont know." 

I clench my jaw. 

"Mom knew I was having sex." she says quietly. 

"Are you using protection at least?"  I ask angrily and she nods. 

"God damnit Mackenzie." I growl. "What the fuck am I supposed to do?" 

"I...I....I dont know....about what?" she asks and I inhale deeply and exhale. 

"With you!" I say raising my voice. 

"You....you.....you're driving me crazy!" I yell and she flinches. 

"I'm sorry" her voice trembles. "I haven't done anything else...I have had anymore drinks...I havent done any drugs....I just....it's just sex" she says and I growl. 

"I'm not talking about you behaving, I'm talking about you..." I say and look at her. 

"You..like this" I gesture at her. 

she looks down. "You said it didnt bother you that I wore it" she says her voice threatening to crack. 

"No...it doesnt bother me you wear her things" I groan in frustration. 

"It bothers me because I cant stop looking at you...wanting to..." I growl as I lift my hands and clench my fists and then hold them out as if Im about to grab her. 

"Wanting to fucking touch you!" I say angrily. 

"And you're her fucking daughter!" I yell. 

"then i'll move out!" she yells back at me, her eyes watering. 

"If the thought of touching me is so fucking awful then i'll move out!" she yells and I shake my head. 

"You're not going anywhere" I growl at her. 

"You're not my father!" she yells and I step forward, my chest pushing into her as I grab her, my hand at the back of her neck and I grip that fucking pretty fucking hair and she gasps. 

"No...i'm not....but I wish I was....because maybe then I wouldnt fucking want you in the worst fucking ways a man can." I say admitting it again. 

"then stop pretending you don't" she bites out. 

"You're not bringing anymore boys in this house, do you hear me?" I ask and she nods slightly and I grip her hair again , tighter now, making her gasp. 

Her gorgeous eyes on mine, questioning me silently with what the fuck I'm going to do now. 

"Is it because you don't want me having sex....or you don't want me having sex if it's not with you?" she asks. I groan and , my jaw clenches hard as I bring my mouth closer.

"Pretty sure you know the fucking answer Mackenzie, so just...fucking don't...fucking push me." I warn her. 

"I was only having sex with him because I couldnt have you...because you didnt want me" she says and I groan and step back, dropping my hand. 

"See!" she says. 

"You know NOTHING about what I want." I bite out. 

"I want to not think about what my dead wifes daughter looks like out of that fucking dress, what your body must fucking feel like in my god damn hands while I fuck you into the god damned wall!" I yell at her. 

"I want to take back the other night, because I cant stand how good your fucking mouth tasted, and how god damn wet you got , how fucking god damn drenched those fucking panties were while I touch the fucking cunt of a dead womans seventeeen year old fucking daughter!" I yell some more. 

"I want to throw you down and rip that fucking dress from your body, and get my mouth all over your gorgeous fucking tits, like a fucking pervert" 

"I want to screw you on every fucking surface of this fucking god forsaken house, and drill my dick so hard up inside your fucking pussy you feel in in your fucking chest" I growl. 

she's breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. 

"Nobodys stopping you" she says. 

"Undress me....have me....fuck me." she says, a slight whine, a begging in her tone. 

"NO" I yell.

"WHY NOT?!" she screams. 

"WHY NOT?! WERE BOTH FUCKING MISERABLE! SHES GONE! SHE FUCKING LEFT US!" she screams. 

"She died!" I yell at her. 

"SHE LEFT US!" she screams as she cries. 

"SHE'S DEAD!" She screams again. "And you're a fucking coward!" she says and bangs her fists on my chest, and I grab them and turn her around, wrapping my arms around her, pinning her arms to her side as she cries. 

"Let me go!" she yells and twists and turns. 

"No." I groan into her ear. 

"Yes!" she argues and I hold her tighter. 

"Never." I whisper and she whimpers, sniffling and choking on her cries. 

"Let me go" she whimpers. 

"Mackenzie" I groan her name, my arms loosen and let my hand slip over her stomach, the soft chiffon moving and I slide my hand up. she inahles and swallows hard. 

"If you start...don't stop" she says still sniffling. 

I pause my hand and exhale and she delfates a little and I slip my hand to her ear, tucking her loosened hair behind her ear and dipping my mouth to her neck, Placing a soft kiss on her skin.

'"John, don't, not if you're gonna stop" she pleads. 

"I can't stop...." I whisper, brushing my lips along her neck. 

"John" she whispers and kiss her neck and drop my hand from her shoulder, down her arm and then slip my hand over her stomach again. 

"I can't help how bad I need you" I tell her. "I want to be a good man...a good husband....but I need this.....I need you." I admit. 

"You're seventeen" I say, trying to remind myself, trying to get myself to stop. 

"It doesnt matter" she says quietly and I groan. 

"It does."  I say and she lowers her hand to mine and slips it up and I groan as she places it over her breast. 

"Do I feel seventeen John?" she asks, my hand closing around her breast as I grab her and she lift her hand up and behind my neck and tilts her head as I kiss her neck. 

"You feel ..like you belong in my hands." I say, my other hand joining the crossing of another line as I grope Mackenzie through her dress and she moans as I watch my hands lift and squeeze her breasts.

"then keep your hands on me John" she whispers. "dont ever take them off me again"