Alison had never considered herself particularly close with her step-dad, but he was the only family she had left. When the quarantine came into effect and the dorms at her college closed suddenly, she found herself reluctantly once again living at home. Her step-dad, Brian, had been more than happy to have her safely at home, but for the most part they had continued their lives apart but in the same house – Brian working long hours in his office, Alison trying to keep up with her school work in her room. It was a comfortable, familial arrangement.
Which is to say it was quite a shock for both of them when he walked in on her masturbating in the shower Saturday morning.
Alison’s eyes were screwed shut as she rode the thick silicone dildo suctioned to the wall, her body gripping the toy tightly. Her small, pert breasts were peaked with arousal, bouncing as she moved as she braced herself on the glass shower wall. The sound of the water nearly hid her cry, but Brian watched in shock as her lips whimpered *Daddy* over and over, like a prayer. Brian stood there as if frozen in place, until Alison opened her eyes – and screamed.
It took the better part of the afternoon before Alison gathered her dignity – and her courage. She wandered down into the basement, where her step-father was watching reruns of Law & Order, trying desperately to think about anything other than how his step-daughter’s body had looked, dripping wet and tense in arousal.
“I… I’m sorry you had to see that,” Alison whispered from behind the couch.
Brian sighed, grabbing the remote and flicking off the television. His eyes remained fixed straight ahead, as he tried to find the right response. His large hand ran over his face.
“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart,” he said eventually. “I didn’t knock – I wasn’t thinking.” Brian’s hazel eyes swung to meet his step-daughter’s, a smile melting across his face when he looked at the young woman. She looked so much like her mother that it made his heart ache.
“Apology accepted,” Alison said with a shaky smile. “And uh – I’ll be sure to lock the door from now on.”
Brian returned her smile, and reached for the remote as she turned to leave. His face tightened in thought, wondering if he perhaps was about to ruin his relationship with his step-daughter.
“Wait, Alison,” Brian said, the words catching in his throat when she paused on the basement stairs. He hesitated, and stood. “You… you can be satisfied in other ways. If – if you want.”
Alison frowned, trying to understand his meaning, before her gaze flickered down to the sizable bulge in Brian’s jeans. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening for words and then closing without finding them.
Brian winced. “Fuck. I’m sorry – just pretend I didn’t say that -”
Alison closed the distance between them quickly.
“It’s okay, really,” Alison said. Brian’s breath caught in his throat – she smelt like the lavender of her shampoo, the same brand her mother had used. His eyes nervously found hers, terrified of what he would find there.
Her bright blue eyes were hazy with lust. “I didn’t know how to tell you…”
Brian thought his heart might stop in that moment, or that he would wake up from one of his dreams – rock-hard and aching for a woman he could never have.
“Sweetheart…” Brian began, his voice cracking, but Alison shushed him, kneeling in front of him. “You – you don’t have to -”
“I want to,” Alison said quickly. “I’ve wanted to for a really, really long time.”
She undid his belt with ease, and Brian bit back a groan when her fingers brushed over his bulge when she slid the zipper on his jeans.
“Oh my god,” the young woman whispered when his cock was revealed to her. It was fatter than she had ever seen, as thick as her wrist, a purple-red vein snaking up his length to disappear into . The thick mushroom head glimmered with pre-cum, and Alison’s mouth watered. She heard Brian chuckle above her.
Alison took her step-father’s cock in her mouth. He tasted like the salt and heady musk of a man, and she could feel the growing hardness underneath the soft skin. Brian groaned, his hand falling to her head, fingers gripping her hair.
As she took him deeper into her throat, Brian’s breath hissed between his teeth.
“*Fuck*,” he whispered. “Where’d you learn to do that? Actually, no – don’t tell me.”
Alison took that as encouragement, her lips and tongue working eagerly around his shape. Her tongue traced around the shape of his cockhead, alternating between taking him as deep as she could until her eyes watered and he tensed above her.
“Stop, stop,” Brian groaned, and pulled Alison off of him. Droplets of spittle hung from her lips to his rigid length.
“What’s wrong?” Alison asked, but her step-dad shook his head.
“Absolutely nothing,” he said, laughter in his breathless voice. “You’re going to make me pop like a teenager. It’s – it’s been a while.”
Alison grinned, and his heart melted.
But urgent desire bloomed inside of his chest, and he dropped to his knees, holding her slender body tightly in his arms and taking her mouth in his. He didn’t care about his taste still on her lips, just the way she melted into his touch, surrendering immediately.
Alison thought her legs would give out when his hand slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants, his thick fingers finding the needy wetness between her thighs. He growled into her mouth, and Alison whimpered.
“I need you,” he whispered.
He took control of her in a way that Alison had never known that she wanted, pulling her sweatpants over her hips and gently directing her to her hands and knees. His hands ran over the curve of her ass, and Alison could hear the shaky breath of his reverence of her body.
She felt the hot, blunt press of his cock against her – and then he split her open without ceremony nor warning.
Alison cried out as his considerable girth stretched her, as her step-father sunk deeper and deeper inside of her. She was more than wet and ready for him, but he made her ache as her body adjusted to his size. Brian murmured gentle encouragement, but he didn’t let her pull away.
When he was fully sheathed inside of her, Brian paused, running his hands over the arched small of her back, finding her breasts and massaging them as he let her adjust to his shape inside of her. It was when she groaned lowly, her hips grinding needily against his, that he knew she was ready.
He grasped the swell of her hips, and began.
Alison realized in that second she never truly been fucked before. The boys at school treated her like she was going to break, but her step-dad knew the resilience and strength of a woman’s body – how to grip her hips and haul her back on to his length with the right amount of force, how exquisite it felt when his coarse fingers pinched her nipple. She whimpered, eyes screwed shut.
“Say it, sweetheart,” Brian breathed, as he bottomed out inside of her.
He didn’t need to say what he meant, Alison knew immediately.
“Daddy,” Alison gasped, the word falling out of her lips.
Brian groaned, his next word a growl. “Again.”
“*Daddy*,” she said again, a bit louder. Just like she had in the shower, Alison said the word like a plea and a prayer. Brian’s blood sang with each breathless repetition, and his thrusts grew more frantic. He felt her orgasm seize her, as she trembled and quaked in his grip, the repeated word falling away into senseless cries.
He grit his teeth and held out, even as her young body tightened around him, milking the pleasure from his length. When she went limp, Brian held up her hips, buried himself inside her once again. He grunted as he twitched inside of her, creamy rope after rope of warm cum deposited deeply inside of her still quaking innards.
Brian gasped as lucidity returned. He collapsed to the floor, holding her tightly against his chest as he caught his breath, his cock softening inside of her.
“You’re… you’re still on the pill, right, sweetheart?” He breathed.
Alison shook with laughter against him, finding his palm and kissing it. “Yeah, I am, Daddy.”
He shuddered, that word sinking down into his spine. His lips found the slender curve where Alison’s neck met her shoulders.
Alison had never considered herself particularly close with her step-dad, but nestled in his arms, his seed spilling out of her – she thought quarantine might be the perfect time to get to know him more.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/g4ugba/family_time_mf_stepdaddaughter
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