[First draft] Santiago, or: How I learned to stop worrying and love my step-son

Please note, this story is being reworked. This is only the collected version of the first draft.


be human jock stepdad with anthro nerdy stepson
he's always on his computer, typing away at a keyboard
he's got long hair, slender, feminine paws, a thin frame, a soft and submissive personality
he's not masculine in the traditional sense at all
still love him because he's your stepson, if he's happy you're happy
notice that your stepson is a night owl
get an idea, ask him if he'd like to go on a hike at night, since there'll be a full moon soon
it's summer, so it'll be warm outside too
nothing too challenging or scary, you know a place that's close to the city, but far enough to see the stars
the worst you'll run into is crickets and wild rabbits
surprisingly, he agrees
you pack for the trip together
you can tell how he's not doing this out of a sense of obligation
he's genuinely interested, he's asking questions, he has a lively glint in his eyes
sometimes all you have to do is just ask instead of overthinking things
you get to the trail
it's cute how your stepson constantly clings to you, never straying more than two steps away
it reminds you of taking chicks on dates when you were younger, and how they'd stick close to you and hold your arm
it's nice to be a mentor figure to someone who's inexperienced, it fills you with pride and purpose
young people used to go out all the time, now they don't do that anymore, they're missing out on experiences like these
put an arm on your boy's shoulders, you're proud of him taking a chance
he reacts to your hand by leaning into you slightly
his tail is wagging, you notice because it taps your leg
a thought catches you off guard: if you didn't know better, you'd think he was a girl

anthro girls used to do that too when you held them like this
come to think of it, does he even have a girlfriend?
he's never brought anything up
you wouldn't mind if he was gay
it's not like you haven't had a few man-crushes, you can see the appeal of men
you "experimented" with boys too
you never told anyone, and nobody snitched, men will take these things to their grave
you get to a clearing, there's a pond nearby
the water looks too nice not to swim in it
you take your clothes off except for your boxers, and get in
your stepson is more hesitant, he says he doesn't have the right clothes
you reassure him you don't either
he looks around, there's not a soul in sight
then he looks at you like he's about to tell you he's murdered someone
he asks you to not laugh
he takes off his shorts, he's wearing panties underneath them
they're the girliest panties you could imagine, with white and pink stripes and a little decorative bow
they're delicately hugging his features, slightly digging into his flesh
then he takes off his shirt, revealing his flat, feminine chest
he looks so fragile, as if even just looking at him could shatter him
you've seen many girls in the nude, but none have had his appeal
the bulge in his underwear breaks the illusion about him being a girl
at the same time, it makes him even more endearing
why is he so cute? Why do you want to hold him, press your bodies together, make him yours? he's your stepson
but then it hits you
you want to do all of that because you don't trust anyone else to do it to him
you know that anyone else will break his heart, his body, or both
but you won't, you'd never allow your desires to hurt your precious boy
something stirs in your heart, something that's immoral and noble at once

the pond water is slightly colder than you'd like, but that doesn't stop you from having a half-erection
fortunately the water reaches to your waist, so he can't tell that you're aroused
he probably can tell by how intently you're looking at him
you need to say something before things get awkward
something that will put him at ease
something that will make him trust you, and come to you
you need to tread carefully, like you would around a wild animal
if you stretch your hand towards them, you should do so gently
if you match their pace, they'll come to you
"They look good on you," you say
your tone of voice is unusually tender, but not in an unsettling way
usually when you speak there's strength, confidence, maybe even a hint of cockiness
now you're talking to him almost like how he talks to you
he blushes, and covers his bulge
he knows you're not lying, you're not making fun of him
"I don't think it's weird, if that's what you're thinking."
his paws relax for a moment
"I've been around people, this is as tame as it gets. Besides, you look lovely. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"I didn't want you to see me like this," he says. "I was worried that you'd call me a..."
"Don't say it."
he nods, and hangs his head
the full moon is standing right above him, reflecting in his fur as an ethereal glow
"I'm sorry you got that impression of me," you continue
you didn't realize he felt this insecure about himself
has he been comparing himself with you all along, feeling like he was a lesser man than you are?
have you been inadvertently making him uncomfortable in himself?

"I'm sorry too," he says
his voice interrupts your internal monologue, it snaps you back to reality
you look at him again
if he had wings, he would look like an angel right now
your heart aches when you see his melancholic, regretful eyes
he's looking down at the ground in shame
"It's not your fault. Not getting close to you was my fault, I always assumed we didn't share any interests, so I kept to myself. I figured you wouldn't like me intruding into your life."
you step closer to the edge of the pond
he's looking at you from above
you're a few inches taller than your step-son, but for once you're the one who's standing below him
you raise a hand towards him
"Let me make this right to you."
you feel like you're raising your hand to plead for divine mercy
his delicate paws tightly close around your hand
"I love you, dad," he says
usually he calls you by name
this is the first time he's called you "dad" since you've known him
"I love you too, son."
you gently pull your hand back, inviting him into the water
he kneels down, and steps in
his hair and fur get wet, and they stick to his body
he somehow looks even more feminine now
"Has anyone ever called you cute or handsome?" you ask him
"What?"
"I mean, has anyone ever complimented your appearance?"
"Not really, no..."
"Then I'll be the first. You're beautiful."
his cheeks light up again, but this time it's not out of shame
"Doesn't every parent think their child is beautiful?" he says, to deflect the compliment
"Good point, but I'm not your parent. I'm your step-parent."
"Does it matter?" he remarks with a faint smile on his lips, equally amused and frustrated by your attempt at being witty

you said that to tease him about his obvious denial, but there's some truth to it
you're not his biological parent, you have no blood ties to him
people joke about adopted children being loved more because their parents chose to love them, whereas biological parents are stuck with theirs and love them out of obligation
you don't have to love this boy, you're choosing to do so
doesn't this make your love pure and unconditional?
you caress his bangs and push them aside, so you can look him in the eyes
you wonder if anyone else has seen this side of him
not out of jealousy, you just wonder if he's ever shown himself to others in this light at all
you rest a hand on his cheek
you do it without thinking, at this point it doesn't even register that he's your step-son, that this may be inappropriate
he leans into your touch, presses his paw on your hand
then he glances at you, with those eyes full of melancholy and longing
is this the first time he's been touched like this?
you want to know, but you can't ask, it's not something you can just ask
you put your other hand on his other cheek
you can tell that he's blushing by how warm his cheeks are getting under your palms
your step-son lets go of your hands, and instead touches the muscles on your chest
"You... you look beautiful too..." he whispers. "I never said it, but I admire your body, how you work out, are always active."
you let his paws roam on your body freely, without pulling back
maybe you can still salvage this, steer moment this back into something more appropriate
but should you? It would be awkward to call it quits now, you'd have to deal with whatever is happening immediately
"I like men like you, but I'm always scared they'd look down on me. I'm glad you didn't."
"Why would I?"

his eyes snap up, his gaze meets yours, full of disbelief, as if it couldn't be that simple
you notice that his lips are resting slightly apart
they're so cute
you have to know what they feel like
you let go of his cheeks, and rest your hands on the back of his head
you lean in, and press your lips against his in a delicate kiss
he shivers under your touch, but doesn't pull back
his lips are soft, they quiver, they don't quite know what to do in this situation
you break the kiss, but not before stroking his hair and the fur on his nape
you feel something pressing against you
the kiss gave him an erection
you reach down, and caress his growing bulge

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Pub: 07 Mar 2025 02:48 UTC
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