Nola’s Gift

  by Josie Myer

  KINDLE EDITION

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  JOSIE MYER on Kindle

  Nola’s Gift

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  Miley Helps Daddy

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  Blurb: In this 55 Page HEA Taboo Erotic tale, 18-year-old Nola gives the Man of the House an unexpected precious gift.

  Content Warning: This 18,500 + word erotic story contains adult material, graphic language with explicit sexual situations, pseudo taboo relationships, and descriptions of hot vigorous sex. This work is for mature audiences ages 18+ only.

  Copyright

  KDP Kindle Publishing

  Nola’s Gift

  Copyright © 2016 Josie Myer

  All rights reserved

  Nola’s Gift

  (A Taboo Erotic Short Story)

  Book design by Josie Myer

  Cover Image Copyright © 2016, Photo by: Andrey Arkusha

  License: https://stock.adobe.com /81675405

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. The material found in this eBook contains sexually explicit situations and is intended for a mature audience only. All persons portrayed in this eBook are 18 years of age or older and fully consent to the all sexual acts.

  In the small southern town of Conroy, it was impossible to find a woman who wasn’t engrained with the towns thinking. No sex before marriage. It was the scandal of the town that my wife Beth had gotten pregnant right out of high school. I hadn’t been the one to get her pregnant, but I was thinking surely she wasn’t one of those no sex until married types, seeing as though she’d gotten knocked up by the towns hero, Brock Hilson. Brock Hilson was a high school football jock who stole my position as starting quarterback on varsity. This so called “hero” had not only refused to claim Beth’s child, but denied having sex with her even though the entire school knew they had been dating for six months until graduation.

  As a favor to my parents who were best friends to Beth’s parents, I’d married Beth and took little Nola to raise as my own.

  Nola was three years old when I married her mother. I’ve always had dreams of having a few kids of my own. I felt hopeful with Beth’s ability to reproduce seeing as she’d already had one before me, but fifteen years has gone by and still no baby.

  After years trying to get pregnant, spending hundreds of thousands of dollars of my construction business money on doctors, specialist, examinations, and fertility drugs, Beth and I remained childless. We were assured by the professionals that both Beth and I were completely healthy and capable of having children. And yet… nothing. Against my better judgement, I’d even allowed Beth to talk me out of adopting. We had the money. We have the room. My sweet little Nola was even in favor of a brother or sister, but Beth got mean about it. She’d threatened divorce and to take Nola away from me as well. I caved at that. There was no way I could live without my little Nola.

  The next week we were off to see another fertility doctor. The disappointment has been momentous. I’d build a comfortable life for Beth. Gave her the big house and expensive car she wanted. Never questioned her excessive spending on extravagant shopping sprees and trips with her girlfriends just so she could regain respect and notoriety in our town. I never forced her to work not even at the beginning when I was working three jobs while going to college, and afterwards when I was struggling to get my construction business off the ground.

  The bitterness and disappointment was overwhelming, and it all started crashing down around me when Brock Hilson walked into my office seeking my services. Everyone knew I was the best in town. Hell, my company was the best in the county and dare say the entire state. I’ve never turned away business over old grudges from the past, but when the bastard pulled family pictures out of his wallet of his wife and five kids, I nearly lost my lunch. Three girls and two strong boys. The boys following in their father’s footsteps of course, all-star footballers, he’d beamed proudly. I’d ignored the all-star comment gazing down at the picture of those three little girls unable to ignore how similar they all favored my Nola. Or more truly his Nola.

  When I got home, and told Beth how I refused the contract, she surprised me by telling me how childish and foolish I was being. It was just business she yelled, when I argued with her. It hurt too much to tell her about his other five kids. Children that he had and I did not. When she yelled about it being just business; she and I both knew what she really meant was, it was money. As if there wasn’t enough money. There was always money these days. Money she loved to spend even though she hadn’t worked a dime for it. My business was successful. With no other children to count for, all I did was take care of my Nola and work.

  That was the first and the beginning of our big fights. Nola had been thirteen when I took her out for ice cream to get her away from Beth’s screaming and the nausea swirling in my stomach at the image of Brock Hilson’s five kids. I hated that he was back in town. I hated that he and his five kids would be so near my Nola.

  Behind every fight with Beth followed the threat that she would either divorce me and take Nola with her, or she’d tell Nola about Brock Hilson.

  “She should know who her real father is…” Beth declared weeks later when Hilson strolled back into my office stating that Beth had promised him I had a change of heart, and would now take the contract. I couldn’t help but wonder if Beth was still in love with that jerk.

  The next three years were some of the worst ever. The fights not only ensued between Beth and me, but they escalated each time we saw the Hilson’s out in town. While at a restaurant for a family dinner or one of Beth’s fundraisers with a group of her snooty “look at me, I’m important with lots of money” society club friends, and once when I left her at the country club at a formal gala when she refused to leave with me after the Hilson’s showed up wanting to make their way over to sit at our table. I grabbed Nola’s hand, who was sixteen at the time, and walk her right out of there. It was as if Beth was trying to orchestrate an “accidental” meet with the Hilson’s and my Nola, or more truly Brock Hilson.

  We’d argued about putting Nola in a private school so she’d be away from the Hilson’s and the gossip in town. We’d argued when Beth refused to go to another doctor’s appointment with me to try one last time for the fertility drugs. We argued when she felt I was asking to many questions when I wondered why she never wanted us to consult any of our old doctors. She’d accused me of not trusting her, of thinking she was being dishonest, or hiding things. It only made me more suspicious.

  And yet the worst was still to come. Suddenly, I was spending too much time with Nola and Nola was getting to old to be demanding so much of my attention. I worked nothing less than twelve hours a day, and Nola was only home on the weekends and holidays from her private school. In Beth’s absence, when I did get a few free days off and she’d couldn’t or wouldn’t break her travels or society schedule to spend time with us, it was me and Nola who went horseback riding or camping, spending the day in the park bike riding and picnicking. Going to aquariums and museums, or simply hanging out at home in the backyard pool having a barbeque. I knew everything there was to know about my little Kanola Bear. I knew all about the teenage drama between the other girls at her school. What Nola’s favorite subjects were, and where she wanted to go to college. I even knew about her first kiss. I took her to all her doctor’s appointments, and was there with her when she finally got her period. I stayed home with her after a quick trip to the store to buy all she would need. Nola and I watched movies on the sofa all day until she fell asleep from the hot tea and pain pills the doctor instructed me to give her. We were each other’s companion and best friend.

  All of the important moments in Nola’s life, Beth couldn’t be bothered. From school enrollments and even some birthday parties, Beth refused to break her appointment or move her schedule. When Nola was younger, I argued with Beth about it. Now, my Kanola Bear and I were used to her mother’s absence. Besides, I was tired of hearing that I wasn’t supporting Beth in maintaining her position in society. Or how I was trying to make her feel guilty or somehow blame her for us not being able to have another baby, or worse trying to turn Nola against her by playing the perfect parent by giving Nola whatever she wanted. I gave them both whatever they wanted.

  What I wouldn’t stand for was Beth’s irritation on the amount of time Nola and I spent together, and the attention I gave Nola. At the age of seventeen, Nola and I continued to hold hands around the house, when we went out as a family, or even alone. I never stop Nola from climbing into my lap whenever she wanted. The looks Beth gave me when I rocked Nola to sleep in the big rocker in the family room after supper didn’t bother me. It wasn’t often that Beth or I made it home for supper. I never refused Nola attention and it was the one thing I would not argue with Beth about.

  It was sometime at the beginning of Nola’s seventeenth year that my suspicions about Beth’s fertility drove me to start digging. I’d gone and had myself checked for the hundredth time to confirm there was nothing wrong with my sperm count or any other defect that would enable me from fathering a child. I hired a private investigator to follow Beth, to what should have be en, a routine doctor’s visit for a special fertility treatment. I didn’t know how I felt when I found out she’d never gone. I attempted to call some of our old doctors and even had the P.I. search, not sure what I’d find, but I needed answers. The first thing that came back was that Beth never kept any of the appointments. Most of the doctors had been either paid off or fired after being told we’d changed our minds, not only about the treatment, but having a baby as well. I gave the P.I. our recent medical information, and told him to keep searching until he found anything and everything under Beth’s married and maiden name.

  Shortly after Nola’s eighteenth birthday, two major incidents would change our lives forever. First, Beth decided to take Nola on a mother daughter exclusive shopping trip. I never had a problem going shopping with my Kanola Bear, and would carry her bags as we strolled hand in hand from one store to the next. Beth insisted the time alone with Nola. They gone out without me before, not often, but every now and then, Beth would make time.

  It was supposed to be an all-day thing, so it surprised me when they arrived home a little after noon. I was annoyed when Nola ran into the house in tears, immediately jumping right into my arms. Nola and her mother hadn’t been getting along no better than me and Beth had. I thought it was teenage hormones and I even warned Beth to lay off from yelling at Nola for every little thing. Nola wrapped her small firm body around me and I held her as I stood waiting for Beth to enter the room. I was expecting Beth to appear irritated and angry. Instead she appeared shifty, evasive, and guilty. When Beth saw me standing there holding my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter in my arms, she frowned and turn mean again.

  “Will you put her down! She’s too old for you to be holding her like that now.”

  I could see the meanness the irritation work itself through Beth’s eyes until we both heard the sobs coming from Nola. Then Beth half turned as though she wanted desperately to leave the room.

  “Kanola bear, what is it? Tell daddy what happened.” I asked.

  “We were having lunch at the bistro downtown and Nola’s boyfriend showed up.” Beth answered readily. “He broke up with her in front of everyone. Had another girl there waiting on him.”

  I didn’t miss the smirk Beth gave at the end, but I couldn’t concern myself because my baby was crying in my arms. Her arms and legs wrapped tight around me. And the whole ordeal sounded suspicious. Since when did Nola allow her mother to speak for her, and since when did my baby Nola have a boyfriend? I knew of no such boyfriend. My anger flared at the way Beth smiled obviously knowing something I knew nothing about, Nola having a boyfriend. Beth seemed to enjoy my reaction to that. There was an oily blackness, a red rage rolling through me, and I didn’t know if it was jealousy that Nola had entrusted something to her mother that she did not entrust in me, or if it was because of some unknown boy had hurt my Nola, some boy who had possibly touched my Nola.

  I turned away from her mother, took Nola into my study, and held her in my lap as I sat in my big black desk chair. I held Nola close stroking her warmly, allowing her to get the cry out. Rubbing her back, stroking her soft golden streaked brown hair, and kissing her heated wet cheeks and forehead; I noticed how much my little girl had grown. She was a small soft package, 5’3 and curvy in her hips, firm thighs, and full breast that she pressed against my chest. The little flare skirt she had on fell back off her thighs to her hips, and the warm heat of her bare panties against my crotch when she pressed herself tight against me was almost too much. An unexpected wave of hot lust rolled through my body and I froze. My body went stiff. Never in all the times I held Nola in my lap had I felt anything resembling… lust. I shut my eyes when my dick jerked and silently cursed myself to hell and back. Okay, so her mother and I had only had sex twice within the last two years. Okay, so not at all this last year because we couldn’t stop fighting.

  Nola rolled her hips pressing herself tighter against me when she felt my arms fall away from her body. My cock continued to swell and jump at the heat between her legs. Damn it!

  “Nola,” It felt wrong calling her my Kanola Bear just now. I pulled her back with a bit of force when she tried to hold on, and wiped her tears with the Kleenex on my desk. Nola dropped her eyes at my tone. Did she think I was angry with her? I’m a big man at 6’3 with a compact muscular frame, and big rough hands from long hours at the construction sites. Something I no longer had to do but continued to do because it kept me in shape and I enjoyed it, working with my hands. My voice was deep and rougher now with my current situation, but I would never take my anger out on my little Nola.

  Yes, I was still angry at this unknown boy who dare hurt her, at Beth for knowing about this boy and not telling me, and I was both angry and frustrated at my bodies reaction to Nola’s warm soft body in my lap. But I wasn’t angry at Nola. Never my baby.

  “Come on baby. I’m not upset. Tell daddy what happen.”

  Nola’s sniffles rocked her narrow shoulders as she tried to stop crying. Her small hand clutched at the material of my shirt on my chest. I wanted to push her back so she wasn’t sitting right over my ever-swelling dick, but she was clutching me as though she wouldn’t be moved.

  “Who is this boy your mother was talking about? Do you really have a boyfriend?” I asked trying to ease the roughness from my tone. Jealous acid rolled through my stomach with the thought.

  Nola shook her head, but did not answer.

  “Oh. He broke up with you then.” Why did I sound so relieved about that?

  Nola tucked her face between my shoulder and chin so that I could feel her warm breaths against my neck. I held her in my arms praying she didn’t recognize the bulge she was sitting on, as her daddy’s wayward cock grew into a full erection.

  “Daddy,” Nola whispered against my throat. “Is there something wrong with me? Why didn’t he want me?”

  “No!” I shouted and jerked her back demanding that she look up at me. “Of course there is nothing wrong with you. Why on earth would you think that?”

  Nola’s big warm amber eyes were wide at my response. Wet long lashes blinked back at me, and her cupids bow strawberry tinged mouth was slightly parted with surprise.

  “What are you talking about? You are so beautiful and perfect my little Kanola Bear.” Her lips twitched as though she’d give me that sweet perfect smile that was just for me. “You don’t ever let a man make you feel less than. He obviously didn’t know what he had if he was stupid enough to let you go, and he wasn’t good enough for you anyway.”

  Taking her pretty face between my big hands I tried to gentle my tone.

  “Baby, I’m not going to be angry that you didn’t tell me about this boy, but I will insist on you telling me about any other boy who ask you out. I know we said it was okay for you to start dating, but I demand to meet them first. You understand me? We share everything Kanola Bear, remember? Me and you, we have no secrets from each other, okay?” I couldn’t help the warning in my tone. If I ever found out who this idiot boy was who’d hurt my sweet little girl I was going to kill him.

  “Okay, dad.” Nola’s smile warmed my heart, but her innocent sweet press of lips to my mouth which had forever been our custom, now had me cursing my body again.

  I stood up this time to get her out of my lap. She immediately wrapped her arms around my waist and held me even as I stepped aside and back so that I wouldn’t press my erection against her lower belly. Suddenly, I was angry again. Angry at Beth for withholding sex for so long I was having crazy reactions to my stepdaughter. Angry at an unknown boy for not coming to me to ask to take out my Nola, and angry with myself. Angry and ashamed that I couldn’t control myself around my eighteen-year-old daughter. As gently as I could, I pushed Nola away, taking her hand instead, and turning her just enough so I could adjust myself without her noticing. When her eyes dropped, I pretended not to notice, pretended that she hadn’t seen.

 

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