Page 144 of A Foster Fling

Troy

I want to touch her, to feel those tight nipples beneath my fingers, to suck on them and taste her in my mouth. Her eyes were fixed on my hard dick, which was trying to peek out and sayhello, while mine were on those little buds poking through her shirt. I don’t think I can move, because all I can think about is Robyn, and the way she was staring at me.

Her eyes were hungry, and the glimpse of desire I thought I saw earlier has made a reappearance. Mine is rearing its head and sniffing the air, searching for something, orsomeonefor me to sink my teeth into.

Somewhat reluctantly, she turns and starts walking quietly toward her bedroom. When I first started fostering several years ago, Raiden was defiant, angry, and hated having to share his life, his home, and his father with strangers. Eventually he calmed down, and began to make an effort to get along with them, even if just politely.

I wish with all my heart that I wasn’t feeling this way, and that I shouldn’t have chosen to take on a daughter this time. Sons are familiar, but I wanted a change of pace and knew I could do more to help. Butthis…this is beyond anything I could have predicted happening. Robyn called out to the protectiveness in me, and I couldn’t ignore it, or her.

Switching on the bedside lamp, I throw myself down on my bed, and cover my face with my hand as I let out a groan. I’m not sure what to do. Some things are best left untouched, but I don’t know how I’m going to manage these next few months when its already a form of torture being around her.

She probably already suspects the truth, that I want her, but hopefully she won't ask me or attempt to pursue her own little fantasy. I'm uncertain as to what I’ll do if she does act on it. Will I be able to resist, or will I fall for this broken young woman whose body sings to me every time she enters a room.

It’s bad enough that I want her, but I don’t know what to do about her reciprocal feelings. I don’t want to hurt her, but there are several reasons why this can’t go any further than it has already—even though nothing has happened. The first being the clear ethical boundaries that would be crossed, the second being that Raiden would be affected by my poor choice of action. Third is that I promised to keep her safe, and I’m not sure I’d be able to keep that. My appetite and desires are a little beyond the norm..

“I want you so fucking badly,” I say out loud to the empty room, knowing she can’t hear me.

I could call the social worker and have Robyn taken away, but not without revealing too much or potentially putting her in harm’s way. It wouldn’t take a genius to work out that something more is going on than is supposed to, and they’d revoke my license before I could even open my mouth to explain the situation. They’d be right to do so, but I’ve managed to exercise restraint so far when it comes to Robyn.

A dad shouldn't be lusting after his teenage daughter like this. She may be fostered, but it’s absolutely wrong. Robyn is gorgeous; there’s no denying her beauty, and her quiet manner is endearing, but I can’t act on this, regardless of how much I want to.

Even if she did willingly open up to me, and accept, or even initiate something between us, I know we would never be able to tell anyone, even when she’s past the age where the ethical boundaries would be lifted.

I’ll let the matter rest for now, because while we’re both exercising restraint, then there is nothing to be concerned about. I’ll be watching Robyn as closely as I can for any visible signs of her planning to initiate something between us. I’m just hoping it will focus me enough to help me maintain my own composure.

It twists my heart being unable to do anything, when I’m bound more tightly than she is by the rules set out by social services. Our community is so alert to this sort of thing occurring, and while some of the time they’re too late to prevent the damage being done, we all know we’d be ripped to shreds for daring to cross that line.

My desires are unacceptable, and I don’t want Robyn to suffer as a result of them if things were to go pear-shaped. I’m well respected here and amongst my fellow foster parents. I’m probably one of the few with a strong moral compass—or at least, I used to be. While I know Robyn wants this too, I don’t want to take advantage of her age and her naivety.

I feel goddamned powerless right now when it comes to Robyn because she’s so young, and is reliant on me to be the responsible adult. Her age and my position prevent me from swooping in and whisking her away from this place and everyone in it.

I’m an asshole. There’s no way around that, but I need to know she wouldn’t hesitate to come to me, to ask for my help if she needed it, despite this new tension between us. I’d do anything to protect her from harm, and to provide for her to the best of my ability. The last thing I want to do is needlessly cause more problems for Robyn and have her shunted back through the system.

With a groan, I sit up, slide off the bed, and make my way over to my bedroom door. I pause with my hand on the doorknob, torn between wanting to make sure she’s okay after her fall, and knowing that if I go to her right now, then I may not leave.

Yawning, I glance behind me at the clock on my nightstand and groan. Fuck, it’s nearly 3AM. Thankfully, tomorrow is Sunday, so I’ll be able to catch up on missed sleep—assuming I can even get to sleep with my mind going round in the circles it is.

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Three days have passed since the incident in the hallway. I’ve removed the rug from the upstairs hallway and repeatedly attempted to try and get through to Robyn and talk to her, but she is being stubbornly resistant and evasive. If I enter a room, she’ll leave. If I speak toshe’ll avoid my gaze, but answer politely.

I’ve been watching her closely, and I haven’t seen anything to indicate she might be in any kind of distress. She’s been studying diligently, and the only time she’ll be in a room with me is when she comes down for dinner, where she hardly speaks a word. Raiden has noticed her change in behavior and has asked me about it, but all I’ve been able to do is tell him that I don’t know what’s wrong. He’s put it down to hormones and has theorized that she’s probably going to have her monthly cycle soon.

It’s not an unreasonable assumption, and while I don’t know the full extent of why she’s being so distant, I suspect she’s upset with me over something. I guess I can understand why. Keeping my distance is nearly impossible now I know she feels something toward me too, but I’m doing my best to give her space. She’s no doubt trying to work out some inner turmoil in between long hours of studying.

Since she started distancing herself from me, I’ve found myself staring longingly at the spot on the couch where she had curled up against me, and her closed bedroom door, wishing I knew what to do.

Every night, I’ve ended up in my bathroom, staring at the tiled wall while water beats down on my body, with my hand wrapped around my throbbing cock. Jerking off to the memory of her perky little tits and nipples.

I don’t know what’s going through her mind, but I’m not going to push her to talk to me when she clearly doesn’t want to. I’m painfully aware of each passing day, drawing nearer to the time we’ll have to say goodbye, and I’m already dreading it. She’ll be far away from my protective influence, living her life while dumb fucks who don’t deserve her try to get in her pants.

I’m frustrated with myself, and my continued hesitation when it comes to her and what to do to fix things and go back to some sort of normal. I’m sitting on the couch with a glass of wine next to my hand, and a movie playing on the T.V.. Light footsteps on the stairs catch my attention, and I look up from the screen.

Raiden is at a friend’s, and Robyn is the only other person in the house. Staying put, I adjust my position on the couch and quietly watch as she comes into view.

“What brings you down here at this time of night, Robyn?” I question. She jumps when she hears my voice and lets out an adorable squeak.

“Ummm, n-nothing,” she stammers, but the guilty look on her face betrays her lie.