Krissy stays put

Krissy wasn't too excited about the situation but figured she could have a beer and just wait it out until she could excuse herself to bed for the night. And she had to admit that the idea of having a drink was a little bit exciting on some level; it wasn't something she had done often in the past.

Krissy's stepfather came back into view with a fresh bottle of beer in one hand and a tall poured glass of beer in the other.

"I went ahead and got you a glass to drink out of sweetie. A lady shouldn't be drinkin' out of a bottle. Just isn't ladylike. Don't you agree?"

It made enough sense to Krissy. "I guess so," she said nervously, smiling because she didn't really know what else to do. Her

Stepfather smiled back at her as he handed her the tall glass and settled back into the couch next to her. "Well, bottom's up.", he said as he took a pull off his own beer.

Krissy took the cue and drank from her own glass, her eyes widening slightly at how strong the drink was. She wasn't an expert on beer, but she didn't remember it being anywhere near this strong.

"It's the good stuff," her Stepfather said reassuringly as he continued to grin at her.

Krissy smiled nervously again and took another drink to be polite and because she really didn't know what else to do. At this, her Stepfather smiled and took another drink of his own.

Immediately Krissy felt the warmth of the **** spreading through her body and shifted in her seat. Her Stepfather moved at the same time, somehow ending up closer still to her on the seemingly smaller and smaller couch.

Sitting there in near silence, the two continued to drink while the television played on and the Sun went down outside.

Krissy finished her drink somewhat quickly because she didn't have to talk as long as she was drinking. Though now she wondered if she shouldn't have taken her time.

She could tell the **** had gone to her head, and she could feel the flush of heat on her body and face.

In contrast, her stepfather remained seemingly unaffected by his drinking. "You know you sure have turned out pretty, Krissy," he said, smiling at her, and placing his hand on her knee.

"Umm, thanks", Krissy managed. Feeling pretty drunk just at that moment and not really noticing her Stepfather's hand.

"You never had a boyfriend in this town, did you, sweetie?" as he squeezed her thigh some.

"No, I haven't", she admitted. Not the least bit alarmed by the turn in the conversation.

"That's a shame. But you know I can understand that. There ain't too many good guys around here. Not good enough for a young woman like you anyway", he said while he moved his arm around her shoulders while keeping his other hand on her thigh.

At this, Krissy thought to herself on some level that this wasn't a good position for her to be in, but really she wasn't worried about it. She felt warm and relaxed, not concerned about her stepfather's hands. "You know I've been lonely too", as he slid his hand off Krissy's thigh and up to cup one of her breasts.

Krissy was somewhat shaken from her stupor by this move, but her overwhelming sense of relaxation and lack of concern stopped her from trying to jump up and run from the room. Instead, she sat there, without any idea what to do, caught in her stepfather's gaze. Leaning in close, her Stepfather started to kiss her neck, while he took the hand off her breast and used it to guide her hand to his own crotch.

Krissy immediately found her hand on top of his rock-hard erection through his pants. Still holding her hand, her Stepfather started forcing her hand to caress his cock. Once he was satisfied, she had the idea, he brought his hand back to her breast and roughly groped it through her shirt.

His grip made Krissy wince despite the numbing effect of the ****, which she felt more and more with each moment. After a moment of pawing at Krissy's breasts through her clothes, her stepfather reached underneath her shirt and grasped her large, bare breast in his rough hand. Krissy gasped both at how rough he was as well as in surprise.

Krissy was now completely lost; this was as far as she had ever gone with a boy. She'd had the presence of mind to stop that boy before he went any further, but now, drunk as she was, she was too indecisive to take any action.

Meanwhile her stepfather had slid his hand down from Krissy's breast to her pussy, to rub it through her jeans. Krissy simply sat there rubbing her Stepfather's crotch while he groped her body as he liked. "That's right baby, damn you are a hot one! I would have never guessed", he said hoarsely as he undid his jeans and shifted to pull them down, exposing his hard cock.

Immediately Krissy's eyes went to it even as her hand pulled back. It was huge and stood straight up, twitching slightly. She had never seen one in real life and was frozen by the sight. Her stepfather saw her gaze and smiled. "Go ahead and put you're hand back there babe", and he grabbed her hand and place it around the shaft of his hard cock.

Once again moving her hand up and down on it until it was obvious Krissy knew what he wanted her to do. Once Krissy thought his cock couldn't get any bigger or harder in her inexperienced hand, her stepfather pulled away from her on the couch, and Krissy felt an immediate wave of relief as she thought that he must have decided to stop and leave her alone. Instead, he only stood up and turned to face her while she still sat on the couch. His hard cock now pointing directly at her face.

Krissy saw her stepfather's cock less than a foot away from her face, and realized through the haze of **** that if she didn't do something right now something she could only imagine would happen to her very shortly.