While Mom’s Away [Stepdad/Daughter, Incest, Age Gap] Part One

Every year, during the winter, the Bridges family rented out a cabin nestled deep in the Appalachians when the biggest snowstorm was about to hit, to intentionally get snowed in and peacefully enjoy the scenery bundled up by a cracking fireplace. This was a tradition long held in the family, and it only ever was skipped on the years that no blizzards came, which was rare for upstate New York.

Tensions between the family had risen in the past few years, when Alana’s mom had cheated on her dad, and the two had a vicious divorce in her final year of high school. Though it had been well over a year since, the family always felt divided, and a large part of the young woman resented her mother for what she’d done; for how she’d ripped apart their family so easily, just for some quick pleasure.

So then, when their annual cabin trip arrived, Alana was less than eager to participate. Especially because this year nothing was the same. Instead of her dad joining them, it was going to be her dad’s new replacement — mom’s new boyfriend, Nick.

Nick was everything that Alana’s dad wasn’t. Her father was soft spoken and nerdy, had endearing quirks and was emotionally sound and patient. But Nick was aggressive. He had to be at least a foot taller than her dad, and definitely over a foot taller than herself. He powerlifted and worked in the military. He was strict and bossy and Alana hated being around him because he would always comment on something she was doing, always try to reprimand her. She would frequently spat back that he wasn’t her dad, and he would dominate over her and ultimately always win the power fight.

They argued frequently, and so when the cabin trip was finally here, her mom had enthusiastically decided that Alana would drive up to the cabin alone with Nick for bonding time. Her mom would be driving up later in the night once she got off of work, which meant Alana would have to tolerate Nick for at least eight hours alone.

Though she was technically an adult now, the girl still huffed like a child when she swung her bags into the trunk of his SUV. “How long is it gonna take to even get up there now? It’s already snowing. We should have left earlier than this.” She was complaining to complain, frustrated that Nick was her only company. She was eighteen and he was at least forty. What would they even have to bond over? As far as she could tell all he liked was hearing himself talk. She couldn’t think if he actually had any real interests in anything other than making his muscles big and being an asshole to everyone.

“It’s only going to take an hour but we have to leave now,” the man mumbled, voice gruff. As much as Alana did hate her stepdad, she really couldn’t deny that he was attractive in some ways. She could see why her mom was interested in him. He was in sweatpants and a sweater, but even then his muscular physique was still noticeable. Though she was trying hard not to stare, she could see the outline of his cock through the fabric, hung thick and long. He had a thick dark brown beard that reminded her of lumbar jacks, or vikings. His eyes were dark and calculating. And he did always smell really good. She wasn’t sure what cologne he wore, but it was somehow both fresh and warm at the same time. The teenager could empathize at least, that maybe her mom was in it because he was the sexiest man she’d ever landed.

Alana climbed into the passenger seat of the car, pulling her knees to her chest as she shivered under the oversized sweatshirt Nick had given her. She had gone through a phase early in the year where she decided she hated all of her clothes and wanted to become Instagram famous. At the objection of her mother, the teenager had piled up all her high school clothes and thrown them out, leaving just a few skimpy summer pieces that she’d been too shy to wear before. But Alana knew she had a nice body, and she spent all her allowance on new clothes that were promoted by other instagram models.

Needless to say, Alana’s mother wasn’t happy with her life choices, but Alana got what she wanted out of it and had amassed a huge Instagram following within a few months. It just took taking half nude photos of herself and witty captions. She knew she had a great body because she worked to have a great body. She barely ate, and she worked out several days a week. She followed models that she wanted to look like, and actively tried to make herself look like them. As a result she didn’t have much body fat left on her that wasn’t on her ass or chest, and she didn’t have many warm clothes since she’d swapped her sweatpants and panties out for see-through leggings and thongs. When the weather suddenly dropped and the forecast predicted twelve inches of snow over the weekend, the girl was unprepared. So Nick had to begrudgingly loan her his sweatshirt, even though she was practically drowning in it. It was so big on her, she just wore a bralette and thong pulled deep into her ass, and was still completely covered. The fabric was thick and warm, and her sensitive nipples rubbed up against it as the car jostled.

The drive up to the cabin was just silence and wind whipping around the car. Alana stayed on her phone interacting with her instagram followers, and her stepdad listened mindlessly to some twangy guitar song on the radio. It took an hour, just as predicted, and the two huddled into the shelter as snow blanketed around them.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just put some pants on,” Nick started, noticing how reddened Alana’s legs had gotten from them trudging through the snow. The sweatshirt was big on her, but it did leave her long toned legs exposed. They were wet from her body heat melting the snow, and she rubbed her hands slowly down them to catch the dew and wipe it off.

“You don’t understand fashion,” the teenager retorted before dropping her bags on the floor and leaving them there to go sit in the living room and watch TV.

Nick scoffed, rolling his eyes as he called her back over, annoyed. “Alana! Pick up your bags and put them in your room. Why would you just leave them in the middle of the hallway?” He grumbled, hoisting his own over to the master bedroom.

Alana whined in protest before she stomped back over and grabbed the bags. “Fine! Here! I’ll put them over here. Are you happy now, Nick?”

“Lose the fucking attitude,” he warned from the other room. A large part of him wished he could still spank her and have it be acceptable. Maybe then she would learn to stop being so disrespectful.

The teenager rolled her eyes, walking over to the kitchen to whip open the fridge. “Nickkkkk!” She called out.

“What?!” the man answered, rounding the corner to look at her. “What is it?”

The teen pouted, her big eyes batting at him. “Can you make me something to eat?”

Nick rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You can’t cook something for yourself?”

“I’m tired.”

“You’re grown.”

“Buuut… I’m tired. Can you please just make me a grilled cheese sandwich or something so I can go shower? I’m all covered in snow. And I’m cold.”

“Fine,” he answered, obliging her just to get her to shut up. The burly man dragged a hand down his face, assuming his role in the kitchen to make his eighteen year old step daughter dinner. As if she couldn’t do it herself.

“You’re the best,” she chimed, tone fake and cheery, and dropped her phone on the island. “I’m gonna use the master bathroom. It’s nicer.”

Nick slapped the sandwich onto a plate sooner than she finished her shower. He was just as frustrated as she was with this situation, and to him, it didn’t help that the girl downright refused to speak to him. All she did was stare at her phone and type away, giggle every now and again. And she was so secretive about her phone too. He and her mother had tried to ask her what she was doing on it all day long and she would dance around the question, and hide her screen every time they tried to take a peak.

Nick debated it for a moment, glancing over at the door and listening to the shower running through the wall, before he grabbed her phone and tried to open it. Face ID failed, so it wanted a passcode. What on earth could her passcode be? The man was just about to give up before he remembered, she was obsessed with the day she’d met her current boyfriend. Talked about it all the time, even though they’d been together some six months. He tried that. The screen unlocked, and he had full access.

He had to think. Where did people usually keep incriminating things? Search history. He checked it but all it came up with was makeup, clothes, stupid pictures with captions that he didn’t understand…. and porn? Porn. He didn’t expect that she watched porn for some reason, and unexpectedly he felt his cock get heavy at the thought. Another glance at the door. The shower was still going. Nick scrolled more… and as he did he realized the titles of her pornhub searches were very specific….

“Big thick cock in tiny pussy”, “mature man solo”, “older man young girl”, “tight horny pussy”

Then, he stopped, staring.

“daddy daughter bdsm”, “stepdad big cock”, “daughter tight pussy”, “stepdad incest”

His heart was pounding in his chest, and for some reason his cock was rock fucking hard. Nick felt himself losing inhibition as he decided his next move. Camera roll. He just needed to see. His cock hurt thinking about seeing her nudes after reading her porn searches.

Behind him he heard the shower slow to a stop, and Alana clear her throat. He scrolled furiously, trying to find something. Then he realized — she had an entire album, dedicated. Labeled “nudes ?”. His cock throbbed dangerously.

The shower curtain pulled back with a screech, and he heard her yank a towel from the rack. Thank god these walls were thin.

Nick scrolled silently, though before him on the screen suddenly were hundreds of photos of his stepdaughter. Whore like photos. So dirty he felt shame as his cock thickened, veiny and needy.

One from behind, with her sitting on her calves, a thong pulled so deep into her ass it wedged between her pussy lips, just barely covering her holes, while she looked innocently over her shoulder at the camera.

“Jesus Christ, Alana…” he whispered, moaned really. His cock was so hard he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He heard the hair dryer turn on and took a deep sigh of relief, shoving his hand down his sweatpants to pump his cock aggressively. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

He swiped. One of her laughing with her nipples puckered up, pink and dripping with oil, pointing forward and meeting the hardened brown nipples of her friend. They both smiled wide eyed, mischievous. The next one they were kissing, tongues sensually rubbing into one another’s. He groaned, unable to contain himself. He’d met her friend just a week ago. He hadn’t known… if he’d known they had…

His cock throbbed out heavy precum. He needed to see her pussy. Fuck.. where was her pussy?

One of her holding her naked tits to cover her nipples while she straddled a pillow. One of her shoving a big dildo down her throat, pretty plump lips puckered around it, her tongue reaching for the balls. One of her in a garter… rubbing a popsicle on her hard perky nipple.

Then, he inhaled deeply as the picture popped up on the screen.

Her sucking her thumb, her big eyes wide and innocent, while she showed the camera her puffy, dripping pussy, pink and tight as all hell. So fucking tight he had to zoom in. Her pussy was so horny it was almost swelled up closed around her tiny little hole. But he could see her arousal dewed up like a rain drop trying to leak from it. He imagined how his cock would fit… how she would whimper as he tried to squeeze it in…

Nick’s cock was tacky, and he was pumping hard. He didn’t even have a plan yet. An escape route. He didn’t know where he was gonna cum and still be able to hide it from her. And fuck… fuck he couldn’t believe he was jerking off to his step daughter…

He almost had a moment of doubt, but he sinfully scrolled over. The next one was a video, the still of her with her tits out, nipples hard, and a play button ready to be pressed.

He glanced over at the door to make sure she wasn’t going to walk in, and he debated for a moment before slowly pulling his cock free from his pants, and pressing play. The volume was turned up to only one notch and very softly, her desperate little whimpering began as she tried so hard to stuff a big dildo into her tiny little hole.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm, mmmm, fuckkkk!” She couldn’t even fit it inside, but she was trying so hard. Trying so, so hard to penetrate her little hole, to force it open around it, practically crying for it to fit. But it was too big. She finally wiggled the head of it in, gasping and whimpering, when he heard commotion behind him.

Nick’s heart dropped into his stomach when he heard the blow dryer stop, and a few seconds later the bathroom door creak open.

He fumbled trying to exit out of the video and shove his fully edged cock back into his sweatpants. He quickly pushed the locked phone back to the other side of the island, and a moment later Alana emerged, dark brown hair blown out and she was snuggled back under his sweatshirt. He tried to keep himself hidden behind the island, and tried to take a deep breath and play it off even though he was drinking her in, loving the way she looked in his sweatshirt now, the way she drowned in it. He gave her a small smile, clearing his throat and speaking measuredly. “Made you grilled cheese.”

“Thank you, daddy.” She said it sarcastically but he felt ravenous lust for her at the sound of the word leaving her lips. Unbeknownst to him, this time Alana had ditched the under garments altogether. She figured the sweatshirt was long enough to hide her pussy, and she wanted to feel her hole throb against the warmth from the fireplace as she ate. Because she was a little whore.

As always, the teenager dove straight back into her phone, nibbling on her sandwich as she scrolled. He watched her lips, now completely unable to imagine her doing anything but choking for air at the end of his cock. “Mmm, Nick?”

He inhaled deeply, using all of his self will to keep his palms planted on the countertop, to not touch his cock. “Yes, Alana?”

“Can I have an OnlyFans?” She asked casually, knowing her mom and dad would never approve, but if she got caught later she could tell her mom she asked Nick’s permission.

“What’s an Only Fans?” he asked, only barely hearing her. His head was pounding, his erection pressed up against the wall of the island.

“It’s basically like where people can support me and pay me money for my content.” She took a huge bite and he watched as she caught the cheese with her tongue.

“Your content?” he clarified, trying to focus. He would be shocked if his cheeks weren’t red right now.

“Yeah,” she stopped. They stared at one another for a moment, before he forced himself to make a gesture for her to continue explaining. “Like, as a content creator. I make content. Like, on Instagram and stuff…” For some reason the way he’d stared at her had made her pussy throb. She felt her own wetness pooling up between her legs, and shifted so that she could press her pussy into the barstool.

Did she mean those photos? Was that what she was sharing on Instagram? He immediately decided he would make an account tonight.

“Yeah, actually what exactly is it that you’re doing on there all the damn time?” Nick feigned, “You need to start living in the moment.”

The girl rolled her eyes and then hopped up, starting to feel her sexual frustration building up in her belly. She was a teenager still after all, even if she was technically an adult. Her body was flooded with hormones that made her ache so badly for cock some days she would lay in bed touching herself all day and she’d still feel unsatisfied. She truly had the pick of the litter with men, but none of them interested her enough. Plus boys her age could hardly kiss without knocking their teeth into hers, let alone fuck her the way she needed to be fucked. She hadn’t even let her boyfriend inside her. He couldn’t even finger her pussy right.

As she pranced back into the living room to sit by the fire, she felt her pussy throbbing desperately for penetration. “Soooo? Can I have one, daddy?” Again, sarcastic. Again, deliciously sexy.

Say it again, he mentally willed her. He desperately wanted to hear her say it again, and again, moan it in agony.

“I don’t know what it is but yes,” he answered, almost breathless, never stepping out from behind the island.

“Thanks!” Alana chimed before snuggling into the sofa and immediately diverting her attention to the TV.

Nick took in a quiet but deep breath, tenderly rubbing at his sore thick bulge. “I, uh… I’m gonna go shower now.” Alana ignored him and kept her eyes glued to the TV. Nick breathed relief as he finally snuck off, into privacy, and released his cock again. It swung out heavily from his pants, dripping chords of precum for her. Thick with engorged veins. He turned on the shower quickly and was jerking his cock before he even stepped in.

He tugged hard, eyes closed, head tipped back and focused as he pulled the memory of her video back up in his mind, until he felt clenching in his abdomen, and then the forty-seven year old was shooting heavy chords of cum at the tile, imagining instead that he was pumping it deep up his step-daughter’s cunt.

Once he was emptied he stood in the shower for a moment, breathing heavy. And then shame bloomed over him.

He’d just jerked off to his own stepdaughter.

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