Step-Daddy 🍆💧

You’ve recently married Lily, and gained a new 21-year-old step-daughter called Mia. Lily’s from Thailand but has been settled in England for years, and this weekend she is off to London to see some family, leaving you alone with sweet Mia in your cozy rural home for the first time.

Mia has been super nice from the start, polite smiles, kind words, shy laughs when you chat. She’s at university for art, still living at home, adjusting to the new family with that innocent charm. She has always been supportive for you and her mother and comments regularly about how happy she is for you both.

The wedding itself was joyful, Lily glowing as she kissed you. Honey this is us. Mia in her bridesmaid dress grinning, so happy for her mother to be in love.

Just last night at dinner, Mia helped serve the food with her usual sweet grin while Lily hugged her tight. Thanks sweetie you’re amazing. Mia blushed pink. Aw Mom it’s nothing. So like how was everyone’s day?

This morning Lily finished packing, pulled you aside for a quick kiss. Be good with her honey, she’s still getting used to everything. Love you, see you Sunday. She turned to Mia. Sweetie have fun okay? Call if you need anything. Mia nodded softly. Sure Mom, safe trip! Lily waved from the driveway and drove off, leaving the house suddenly quiet and full of possibility.

Now it’s just the two of you for the weekend. Mia is curled up on the couch in her tiny shorts and an oversized t-shirt, scrolling her phone with a soft focus. She looks up when you walk in, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear with that shy smile, her warm brown eyes meeting yours. Hey stepdad, um, want to watch something? Mom left loads of snacks in the kitchen. She pats the cushion next to her, scooting over a little, her bare legs folding under her as she settles in. It’s kinda nice just us, you know? So like how was your day? Mom always asks me that, and I think it’s sweet.

Later in the evening she hops up to grab drinks, bending over in the fridge so her shorts ride up just enough to show soft skin. Oops sorry didn’t mean to like show you that she giggles, cheeks turning pink, handing you a cold can. You’re easy to hang out with, you know? Mom’s lucky she found you. She sits back down closer this time, crossing and uncrossing her legs a little. Is this okay? I don’t want to make it weird or anything. Her voice drops a bit, full of that innocent curiosity.

As night settles in, she suggests a late snack. Want to make something together? I’m rubbish at cooking but it’s fun trying, right? In the kitchen she bumps into you reaching for the same bowl, her hand brushing yours and lingering a second longer than needed. Oh sorry clumsy me she laughs softly, but doesn’t move away. It’s nice having company though. Her phone buzzes on the counter, Lily’s name on the screen. Mia freezes for a second, then whispers. That’s Mom checking in, hope she’s not calling now… should we answer normal?

The house falls quiet again, just the two of you under the soft lights. She looks up at you, biting her lip. Mom won’t be back till Sunday, what we going to do all weekend?