Chapter 2: Theme Stated
The following morning, Billy woke up to the sound of the front door slamming shut. He looked out the window to see Jo heading out for her morning run, he glanced at his watch , it was barely 6 am. He let out a groan, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
About an hour later, Jo returned, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly damp from the morning dew. She found Billy in the garage, already tackling his third box for the morning.
“Morning,” she said, pouring herself a glass of water. “You’re up early.”
Billy looked up from his task, a smudge of dust on his cheek. “Couldn’t sleep. So I got up to grab some coffee, then just Thought I’d make a start on unpacking,” Billy replied, leaning against the garage doorframe. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a dark smudge. “I figured if I found any more bikini’s, you might model them for me again,” he added with a smirk.
Jo laughed, the sound echoing through the garage. “You wish,” she teased. “But seriously, thank you for your help. I really appreciate it.”
Billy shrugged, looking around at the boxes scattered about. “No problem.
It’s actually kinda therapeutic,” Billy said, picking up a box labeled ‘Miscellaneous.’ “Plus, it takes my mind off things.”
Jo raised an eyebrow. “Things? Like what?”
Billy hesitated, then decided to open up. “Like the divorce. And Emma… she’s been different since it happened. It’s like she’s trying too hard to be okay, you know?”
Jo nodded, understanding the sentiment. “I know what you mean. Emma’s been through a lot. She’s just trying to make sense of it all.”
Billy nodded, starting to unpack the box.
“Yeah, it’s just… weird. Dad’s been acting strange too. Like, he’s always on his phone, texting someone, but he won’t say who. And last night, he supposedly missed my text”
Jo crossed her arms, studying him. “Billy, is there something you need to tell me?”
“No, well not yet any… Bingo” he suddenly said holding up another old bikini .
Jo looked at it, her eyes going wide. “Oh my god, that’s the one we bought on our honeymoon in Bali. The swirling colors, the tiny strings…”
Billy smirked, “And the even tinier bottom that barely covers anything at all.”
Jo shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. “I can’t believe I used to wear these. I must have been crazy.”
Billy held it up, shaking his head in disbelief. “You still could.
You haven't lost your figure," Billy said, his eyes lingering on the tiny bikini in his hands.
Jo rolled her eyes. “Please, Billy. I'm not 20-something anymore. I have a muffin top and stretch marks to prove it.”
Billy looked up at her, his expression serious. “And you think that makes you any less attractive? Jo, you're beautiful. Inside and out. You don't need to fit into some stereotype to be sexy.”
Jo felt a warmth spread through her at his words. She had to admit, it felt good to hear that from someone, especially from someone as young as Billy.
“Alright then, one more couldn’t hurt I guess ,” Jo teased, taking the bikini from him. “But only if you promise to turn around while I change.”
Billy chuckled, “Deal.”
He turned his back to her as she slipped off her shorts and t-shirt, quickly pulling on the colorful bikini.
“Okay, you can turn around” she said still adjusting herself as Billy turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of her. The bikini was even smaller than the others, the patch at the front, covered o only really her sex, most of her pubic area was on full display.
She turned around, doing a little twirl for him. “Ta-da! What do you think?” Jo asked, striking a playful pose.
Billy’s eyes went wide, and he quickly turned away, his face reddening. “Uh, wow, Jo. That’s... that’s really small.”
Jo laughed, “I know, right? I don’t know how I ever wore this thing. But it’s still fun to try it on, isn’t it?”
Billy nodded, still facing away from her. “Yeah, definitely,” he mumbled.
Jo twirled around once more, enjoying the sensation of the cool air on her skin. “Obviously, I… umm shaved a lot more back then ,” she said, chuckling softly. “But you know what? I think I like myself just the way I am now. A little more… natural.”
Billy nodded, still not looking at her. “Good. That’s good, mom. You should like yourself. You’re… you’re gorgeous .”
Jo smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her at his words. She walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart, with all these compliments, if I didn’t know any better I’d swear you were trying to make a move on me.” She said playfully, winking at him.
Billy turned to face her, his cheeks still flushed. “No, of course not, I–I mean, you’re like, my mom.” He stammered, stumbling over his words.
Jo laughed, “Relax, I’m just messing with you. I know you’re not. But it’s still nice to hear.”
Billy nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, I just… I really mean it. You’re so beautiful, mom. And strong. And I admire you for that.”
Jo smiled, her heart swelling with pride. Thank you sweetheart,” she said softly “well guess we’d better get stuck in, those boxes aren’t going to unpack themselves”
***
Back at Michael’s apartment, Emma was just getting out of bed. Michael, never one for discipline when it came to his step daughter
, had let her sleep in. He was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping his coffee, and scrolling through his phone. He didn’t look up when she entered the kitchen, his eyes still glued to the screen.
Emma leaned against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest. “Morning,” she said, waiting for him to acknowledge her presence.
Michael finally looked up, his eyes meeting hers. “Morning, sweetie,” he said, giving her a warm smile. “How’d you sleep?”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Like a log.
You let me sleep until noon,” Emma replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She walked over to the coffee maker, pouring herself a cup. “What’s so important on your phone that you can’t even look up when I come in?”
Michael hesitated before putting his phone down, face-up on the counter. “Just work stuff. Nothing interesting,” he replied, trying to keep his tone casual.
Emma raised an eyebrow, looking at the phone screen. “Work stuff? Since when do you work on weekends?”
Michael shrugged, picking up his coffee cup and taking a sip. “Just catching up on some emails “he replied “so what do you have planned for today ?”
Emma shrugged “nothing much, maybe hang out with the girls or something.... why ?”
Michael smiled “ well, how about we make a day of it?
We can go to the beach, grab some lunch, maybe even a movie later .”
Emma looked at him, surprise evident on her face.
“Seriously? You want to spend the day with me? ”
Michael nodded “ Of course I do sweetie .
We haven’t had much father daughter time lately, have we ?I miss spending time with you.”
Emma smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. She had missed spending time with her dad too.
She just didn't want to admit it. "Yeah, that sounds nice. I'd like that," she said, trying to keep her voice casual.
Michael smiled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Good, it's settled then. We'll head out in an hour or so, that’ll give me time to have a shower and you time to get ready."
Emma nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "Sounds like a plan."
Michael put his coffee cup in the sink, before heading up stairs to take a shower.
A couple of minutes later, Emma headed back up and noticed that Michael had left the door open a crack. She hesitated for a moment, but her curiosity got the better of her. She pushed the door open slowly and peeked inside. The steam from the shower was thick, making it hard to see, but she could make out the silhouetted figure if her stepfather standing under the spray.
As she inched closer, she could see the outline of his muscular body, his broad shoulders, and strong chest. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach as she watched him, his hands busy washing his hair. As she looked down, her eyes almost popped out of her head . She had seen her fair share of penises, but never one as big as her stepfather's. Even from this distance, she could see that it was massive, at 7 or 8 inches long it was easily as thick as her forearm, it must be truly enormous when he is actually hard. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized she was standing there staring at him like a pervert. She quickly stepped back, closing the door quietly behind her. “No wonder they were always so noisy during sex” she mumbled to herself, as she thought back to the countless times she would hear them fucking late at night. At times she thought he must be almost killing her she was screaming so much.
As she made her way back to her room , her mind was racing. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. She had always known her stepfather was well-endowed, but wow. As she got ready for the beach, she tried to clear her mind of the image of Michael's impressive anatomy. But it was like trying to unsee something - the more she thought about it, the more vivid the image became.
Emma took extra care in putting on her bikini, making sure it covered everything it was supposed to. She noticed her nipples were hard, something she hadn't realized could happen just from looking at a penis. She quickly brushed it off as a coincidence and headed downstairs, where her father was waiting by the door, his surfboard under one arm.
"Ready to go?" he asked, giving her a warm smile.
Emma nodded, trying to act normal.
"Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."
Michael smiled, opening the door for her. "Great. I've got everything we need in the car. Sunscreen, towels, snacks..."
Emma followed him out to the car, her mind still racing. She couldn't shake the image of her stepfather's massive penis from her mind. She had never seen anything like it before. And now, she was going to spend the day at the beach with him, wearing his speedos. Talk about awkward.
As they drove to the beach, Emma couldn't stop thinking about what she had seen. She couldn't believe her stepfather had such a... impressive member. She had never seen anything like that before. It was certainly a shock to the system.
Michael seemed oblivious to her internal struggle, chattering away about the surf report and the new board he wanted to try out. Emma nodded and smiled in all the right places, but her mind was anywhere but there.
When they finally arrived at the beach, Michael parked the car and they got out. Michael threw his board and a towel over his shoulder and turned to Emma.
"Ready to hit the waves, kiddo?" he asked with a grin.
Emma nodded, trying to regain her composure. "Yeah, sure," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Michael led the way to their usual spot on the beach, near the lifeguard tower. He spread out his towel and sat down, starting to unpack their things. Emma hesitated before sitting down next to him, her mind still racing with thoughts of what she had seen.
Michael noticed her distraction and gave her a concerned look. "Everything okay, sweetie? You seem a little quiet."
Emma forced a smile.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired, I guess."
Michael nodded, opening up the cooler and pulling out a bottle of water. "Here, this might help." He handed it to her, his eyes searching hers for any signs of distress.
Emma took the water, grateful for the distraction. "Thanks, Dad."
Michael watched her as she took a sip, his brows furrowed with concern. "Are you sure everything's okay? You seem... different."
Emma looked away, her cheeks flushing again. "I'm fine, really. I just...
I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything that's happened," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
Michael's expression softened, and he put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. "I know it's been tough, sweetheart. But we're in this together, okay? You and me, we'll get through it. We always do."
Emma nodded, leaning into her father's embrace. She took a deep breath, trying to push the image of his enormous penis out of her mind and stood up, she slipped off her sundress, revealing a tiny, white thong bikini that barely covered anything.
Michael's brows shot up, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of his stepdaughter. He quickly looked away, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with arousal.
“Emma, that’s… that’s quite revealing,” he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly.
Emma looked down at herself, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, come on, Dad. It’s just a bikini. You’ve seen me in less.”
Michael swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “I don’t think so sweetheart, that’s really… revealing.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Oh please, don’t be such a prude. And it’s not like you haven’t seen mom in one before.”
Michael looked away, his cheeks flushing slightly. He knew she was right, but this bikini was different. It left very little to the imagination. “But honey, your not your mother, your my daughter”
Emma huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t you think I look any good ?”
Michael sighed, looking back at her. “You look beautiful, Emma. You always do. It’s just…that bikini is…very small.”
Emma pouted, “Well, I wore it just for you . I thought you’d like it.”
She twirled around, showing off the barely-there garment. Michael gulped, his eyes roaming over her body before he quickly looked away.
“Emma, I…I appreciate the sentiment, but…maybe we should just go for a swim , cool off a bit?” he suggested, his voice hoarse.
Emma shrugged. “Fine by me.” She strutted towards the water, her hips swayed and her ass jiggled, as she walked. Michael watched her go, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should feel guilty, but he couldn’t help but admire her body.
As they swam, Michael kept a safe distance from Emma, trying to avoid any accidental contact. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On one hand, he was flattered and aroused. On the other hand, it felt wrong.