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Content Warning : This story has graphic sex scenes between a young woman and her stepfather. It has themes of incest, impregnation and oral sex, so if these aren’t things you like, you may want to consider skipping this one.
All characters are 18 years-old or older.
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I looked for the short brunette with a slightly upturned nose whose smile would brighten any days. My stepdaughter Becky soon came into view, looking cute as a button and the spitting image of my late wife Serena. She was in her last year of college and I relished every summer break she got; with the thought that when she graduated she’d be off to make her own career and I’d see her even less.
A grin broke out when she saw me and I couldn’t help but grin back. Becky reached into her backpack and pulled out a Blu Ray with a red and black plastic cover and brandished it at me. The words, “Spanish Bloodbath” were emblazoned on the cover with a picture of a grinning skeleton holding a woman. In her bag I could see a pile of other other cases.
“Another bad movie?” I said, I couldn’t help but chuckle at her habit. “Please anything but one with a sasquatch in it,” I begged with a smile.
“Not a sasquatch, this time, I promise; it’s a Giallo, you’ll love it,” she said with a smile and we hugged. “But you laughed more than me at the last one, so you can’t say a word.” Becky poked me in the chest for emphasis; she was not one to back down from her opinion.
I drove us back from the airport and relented. “Okay, okay, one. We can watch one tonight.”
She grinned at me from the passenger seat and I knew I’d made a mistake. Give this one an inch and she’d take a mile.
We made a quick dinner and I was reminded again how much like her mother she was. Serena and I both liked to cook and had a lot of dinner dates at my old apartment and I found myself repeating that same thing with Becky.
After we ate, we relaxed on the couch and sure enough the movie was so bad it was funny. We were laughing at every cheap effect and awkwardly dubbed-over line of dialogue. Becky threw her legs in my lap and I rubbed her feet as she put on the next one; she flashed me a triumphant grin while she did.
“So what have you been up to, Dad?” she asked idly.
“Same as ever, Sweety. Working and enjoying the weekends every time they come.”
“Nobody new? Mom wouldn’t mind. I don’t think she’d expect you to stay alone when she passed.”
“After you mother, it’s a little difficult to settle for anything less.”
“I just don’t like seeing you alone, Dad,” she said with a sigh, the mood souring a little bit.
This was always a sore subject and I never knew why. “If I find someone, I’ll let you know.”
“Good!” She said, suddenly brightening, “I’ll help you look.”
Now it was my turn to sigh and this time in defeat, she was a whirlwind, just like her mother.
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The next few days were relaxing. I had taken the week off so we spent the day lying back in the summer sun and enjoying the heat. Despite how relaxing the days were though, I did become a little uncomfortable. I’m not sure when it happened, but the gangly teenager that went off to college had come back as a woman. Her mother was all hips and curves and Becky was now the same.
Becky lounged in a white bikini on a chaise by the pool. It rode high on her hips and offered only a small patch to cover her womanhood. Her ample breasts were barely contained in her bikini top and as she lay on her back, they proudly stood as a monument to her beauty. When she turned over onto her stomach, her perfect bottom was on display and I saw that her bikini bottom rode high between her cheeks.
She was my daughter, but that didn’t prevent my swim trunks from becoming uncomfortably tight from the sight of her cleavage and wide hips. I had to lie on my stomach to conceal the hardness that was quickly developing as I gazed at my stepdaughter. Her mother was the same way, unconsciously beautiful and I had many fond memories of us together by the pool when Becky was off to college.
My problem was only exacerbated when she insisted that I rub sun lotion on her.
“Please, Daddy?” she begged, gazing up at me with her big brown eyes and the hint of a pout on her face. Who could resist that? Not me.
I began to massage the sunscreen into her back and she immediately began to moan and writhe below me in pleasure. “Thanks, Dad, you’re the best.”
“Anything for you Sweety,” though while I said it, I couldn’t help but stare at her bottom.
“Lower, Dad,” she said sweetly.
“I’m already pretty far South, Sweety,” I said, minding that I was now at her waist. Her eyes were closed and I continued to stare. The bottom was cut in a revealing style and bared the soft skin of her cheeks and it took every ounce of willpower not to grope them and feel her perfection.
She gave me another pout, her eyes still closed, “But, Daddy, I don’t want my bottom to get toroslar escort burned.” She gave it a cute little wiggle, “Just lotion what the bikini doesn’t cover.”
I was now fully erect and straining against the netting inside my trunks. My hands reached out and what little the cloth didn’t cover, I thoroughly massaged. She was in the prime of her youth and I worked to get her firm cheeks to yield. When she didn’t say a word, I grew bolder; I explored her beauty further squeezing her bottom and savoring every moment.
“You can go a little harder, Daddy,” Becky said with a smile. Perhaps she was still a little naive even after years in college. My hands roamed down her supple thighs and she wordlessly spread them, so I could rub every inch of her. Her skin shined from the lotion and had taken on a beautiful golden hue.
“Front now?” She asked, when I finished rubbing her down to her feet.
“You can get that yourself Sweety.” I’m not sure how I kept my voice from cracking. My throat was dry from feeling her up and all I could think of was her body.
Becky brought the pout out again though, “But, you do it better, Daddy.” She rolled on her back and thrust her chest upwards, showing me her wonderful pile of cleavage. I wordlessly began rubbing her stomach, massaging upwards until I reached her under breasts. It was entirely silent when I began to work my way down her front, she spread her legs. I could see the outline of her mound and a faint dimple in the fabric where it covered her slit. I began to sweat as I massaged the front of her. My hands glided over every curve and I made gentle circles on her belly. She arched her back more and I massaged underneath her breasts, the backs of my fingers brushing against them. She held up her arms and I wordlessly worked into her sides, caressing the sides of her breasts, bringing a coy smile to her lips and she gave off the smallest of sighs.
When I was done, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.”Thanks Daddy, you’re the best,” her arms came tentatively around my shoulders, too small to do anything but clutch at my sides and gave me a chaste kiss before settling back down with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. My erection poked into the inside of her thigh when I stood, but she didn’t comment and I went for a quick swim, thankful for the cool water.
Afterwards, with some difficulty I relaxed by the pool and we soaked up the last rays of sunshine. Storm clouds gathered overhead though and we retreated back inside, away from the summer rain. She jumped on the couch and put on the next movie in the pile. It was just the right amount of bad to make us laugh and just strange enough to keep us engaged. Halfway through I came back with popcorn and she hopped in my lap and I was once again reminded of her soft curves pressing into me. A few times she wiggled her perfect bottom on my crotch and we again didn’t speak of my hardness pressing against her.
The movie ended and we were both exhausted. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she said sleepily, going up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss goodnight. She tasted like cherries and we lingered for a moment before we went to our rooms.
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At night I would fantasize about her body. Would she be like her mother? Squirming and moaning below me as she struggled to take my length inside her. Squirting her juices all over my erect cock, hugging me as we climaxed in a delicious union of our bodies. My thoughts turned to how she called me, ‘Daddy’ when I was lotioning her and I knew she was just like her mother.
Our nights became more charged as well, we were always comfortable with each other, but now she would insist on sitting in my lap. My hands would roam and she did nothing but encourage me by presenting herself more and more to me. By our third night, she was in a pair of pink panties and a t-shirt, sitting in my lap while her hand guided mine along her thigh.
“I had a good night, Daddy,” she whispered. Giving me a lingering kiss and I could feel her tongue swipe across my lips. My erections were obvious and the back of her hand brushed along it and I suspected it was no accident by the way her hand didn’t pull back and instead ran a small trace along my thigh.
I became aware of the soft and firm swell of her breasts as my hands roamed up her sides to brush against the sides of her cleavage. Her delicate hands grasped mine and pulled my hands to rest in the innermost of her thighs, my fingers touching her mound covered so daintily by her panties. This was too much though and I pulled back, but not before seeing the mischief in her eyes.
“No, Sweety.”
“Okay, Daddy, not tonight,” she whispered back.
After my shower I walked past her room, her door ajar and heard a whimper. Curious, I peered through the gap to a beautiful sight. Completely nude, Becky lay on her back, her hands worked herself into passion. I glimpsed her womanhood for the first time : Small, pink and completely shaved without a hint of stubble; her pussy was a perfect little tosya escort slit and drooled with her juices as her fingers plunged inside herself; her other hand worked her tender nub and I grew hard at the sight of my daughter working herself in a lather. Becky’s face was flushed and her eyes tightly shut as she focused on whatever fantasy entertained her tonight.
“Just like that, Daddy,” she whispered and moaned, arching as she came. Her legs shook before finally collapsing, weakly kicking as the orgasm raked her body.
I retreated, erect and leaking precum, staining my own boxers. My mind conjured thoughts of Becky with her legs eagerly spread and taking my thrusts. I imagined she would be tight, her lips spreading around my rod as I pushed myself into her gently; before getting a tempo and thrusting into her harder and harder. The fantasies continued to plague me, but I finally fell into a restless sleep.
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I was met the next morning with a smiling Becky brandishing her laptop at me.
“I’ve been accepted,” she said with her signature giddy level of energy.
“To what?”
“An internship,” she said smugly. I glanced down and saw the familiar white-on-blue lettering of the bank I worked at. “They had recruiters at UW and I signed up for an accounting position.”
“Congratulations!” I hugged her. Maybe I would see more of her after she graduated after all. Her lips found mine and her body wrapped around mine. I was distinctly aware of her breasts crushed against my chest.
“Thanks, Daddy!”
There it was again.
“It’s business casual at the office, so we’ll have to take you shopping.”
“I have the stores chosen out at the mall,” Becky replied, showing me the stores she had bookmarked.
After lunch we drove down to the mall and went from store-to-store, picking up all the things she would need for her internship.
“Daddy?” she said from one of the changing rooms.
“Yeah, Sweety?” I replied, playing with my phone and holding the bags from the previous stores.
“Can you come in for a sec? I need your opinion.”
I walked in, still half consumed by my phone and nearly dropped it. She was wearing a black bra and panties, complete with stockings and garter belt.
“Is this what the ladies at the office wear?” She held out her hand and I gripped her small hand in mine, watching as she did a little twirl. They clung to her, concealing her privates and yet hiding nothing at all.
“I’ve never seen one of them in her underwear,” I said, consuming her with my eyes.
“Really?” She said, licking her lips and stepping closer, clutching my hand to her cleavage. “I’m sure there’s a pretty lady there who must have caught your eye?”
“There are no ladies at the office I’m interested in, Sweety,” I replied with a chuckle.
Becky gave me a little smirk and leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Has there ever been a girl who caught your eye on the office?”
“Well,” I began.
“Like, Mom?” she said smugly.
“She doesn’t count, I married her.”
“Well, I guess there will be one pretty lady at the office now,” she said, her eyes staring boldly into mine. I could feel the heat coming from her. It radiated from between her legs, her thighs now straddling one of mine. My pants were tight with my hardness that was now pressed into her tummy.
“When I kissed you at the pool last week, I could feel you,” Becky whispered, her lips now almost touching mine. “Did you like it when I left my door open for you?”
I blinked in surprise and stared into her big brown doe eyes that were now looking at me in a way no daughter should look at her father.
“Sweety-” I only managed to say before her lips found mine. Her tongue gently slipped into my mouth and I could taste her sweetness; her arms wrapped around me, pulling herself more into my body, crushing her firm breasts into me. I froze for just a moment, before my hands reached down to cup her bottom, squeezing it gently. She moaned into my mouth and began to gently hump my leg. Her eagerness filled me with desire, our kiss deepend and I pawed more at her scantily clad body, savoring her soft curves. Becky was such a petite little thing and I pulled her further into my body.
“I could hear you afterwards, Daddy,” Becky moaned between kisses. “You should have stayed in the hallway, Daddy; so you could watch me lick my fingers clean.”
She rubbed herself on me in heated need, “Or you could have just come in,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling me.
I realized how hot I was and when her hands unfastened my belt and she pulled my pants to my thighs, the cool air felt nice. Her hands felt delicate and soft and she brought my full length out. Her hands held gently and massaged up my entire organ and then she began to gently pump me with her hands. As if coming out of a fever, reality hit me.
“Sweety, stop,” my hands found hers and I easily pulled them up, fumbling with my other trabzon escort hand to get my panties up.
“Because, we’re in the changing room at the mall, Daddy?” she whispered, licking her lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She leaned in to gently kiss the edge of my mouth, before running her tongue along my bottom lip. With each kiss my desire for her grew. Even while holding her hands, she wouldn’t relent and spread little kisses from my chin down to my neck
“No, because I’m your Dad,” I scowled, but it was half-hearted and it took every ounce of willpower not to push her onto her hands and knees and take her.
She leaned back and shot a scowl back, looking all the more adorable for it. My daughter struggled a bit in my grip, before giving a sigh and waiting for me to release her wrists from my grip. “It’d be easier to get your pants up with two hands,” she said with a pout.
I sighed and let go of her hands, finally pulling my pants up.
“Although maybe four hands would be better,” she said, her grin returning and the scowl disappearing. She stood before me, making no effort to put on anything more than the lingerie.
“Very funny, now get dressed, I think we’ve had enough excitement for this shopping session.”
Her grin widened and began to take off the stockings, throwing on her sundress afterwards. She took off the lingerie from underneath her dress and handed me them with a grin. “Still warm, Daddy.” With a peck on the cheek we went to the checkout and then home, all the while I thought of how she didn’t put on anything underneath her sundress.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but at night her persistence showed again. We still kissed goodnight, but she clung to me a little longer. “I’m sorry I left you so hard in the changing room, Daddy,” she whispered up to me, our mouth so close I could almost taste her minty fresh toothpaste.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I replied hoarsely. But even as I spoke, my hands drifted to her lower back, pulling her closer.
“But we can, Daddy.” She gently licked my lips, “And I said I was sorry that I left you hard, not that I was sorry we kissed.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes and she slipped softly from our embrace with a smile.
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Our summer days continued and I learned how relentless my stepdaughter was. I may have been able to resist her in the changing room, but each day at the pool she teased me and I thought of nothing else.
She lounged by the pool and once again I found myself lotioning her up at her insistent requests. I massaged her back and worked my way down to her butt, feeling each cheek before kneading her thighs. We had grown so familiar with one another, why did I continue to resist?
“Thanks, Daddy,” she whispered, turning over and wrapping an arm around me, pulling us into a kiss. I felt her tongue gently probe me and my hands drifted to her breasts, giving each a gentle squeeze and cupping them afterwards.
She only smiled and pushed her chest at more, offering her wonder mounds to my touch.
“You’re welcome, Sweety,” I said. My erect penis straining against the fabric of my trunks and poking her in the chest. Becky just continued to smile up at me, tracing little lines with her finger tips. I retreated into the pool and she just watched, her legs spread and her swimsuit bottoms so tight I could see the outline of the cleft between her legs.
Becky didn’t allow me to recover though, after half an hour in the pool she called me back.
“Daddy, I think I need another layer of lotion on my back,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.
After rubbing lotion into her back, taking special attention with her smooth bottom and thighs she rolled over; her top now discarded, exposing her erect pink nipples.
“The top now, Daddy,” she said, staring into my eyes.
I didn’t say a word as I spread lotion on my hands, before beginning to grope her. Massaging each breast until they shone brightly. My stepdaughter continued to stare up at me and I was consumed by her big brown eyes, my desire took control and nothing else mattered. I carefully pinched her beautiful nipples between my thumb and index finger, rolling it. She moaned and arched her back, biting her lip and furrowing her brow.
It was my turn now and I leaned down and kissed her, spreading her lips with my own and dominating her mouth with my tongue. My stepdaughter whimpered and spread her legs open, exposing herself to me. My eager hand reached between her legs and began to rub her nether lips through her swimsuit bottoms. Her thighs trapped my hand there and she began to gently thrust herself more and more into my probing hand. Without a second thought, I peeled back the small patch of fabric and rubbed her bare slit. Feeling her swelling hood and teasing her delicate pearl.
We came up for air, breathing hard with my hand still teasingly between her legs.
“That was wonderful, Daddy. Now it’s time for you to relax,” she whispered, gently pushing me back.
I laid back wordlessly and Becky straddled me, her tender hands working the lotion into me now. She first worked on my chest before crawling up, her petite body barely covering me. Her slick thighs tried to grip me, but seemed to be constantly slipping. So, my hands went and cupped her tight bottom, holding her steady.
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