Book 1: Chapter 2 Dry humping on him

I tried desperately to ignore the overwhelming heat in my pulsing clit but every shift of his body made it impossible.

My bare breasts, barely covered by the twisted towel, pressed soft and full against the hard planes of his chest and the faint scratch of his chest hair rasped over my sensitive nipples with each breath he drew, sending tiny, unwanted sparks racing down my spine.

My stomach molded to his abs. Lower still, my thighs clamped around his hips, inner thighs brushing the soft cotton of his pajama pants and beneath that thin barrier. And something pressed right against my throbbing clit.

His cock.

My body was responding traitorously. My wetness was gathering between my legs, slick and insistent. I clenched hard, thighs trembling with the effort to stay still.

Oh no.  If this went on much longer, if he didn't set me down soon that wetness would seep through. He'd feel it.

I tried to distract myself by glancing around the room, listen to my mom's soft humming from her chair but it was impossible.

"Daddy...I'd better..." I did a small shift and prepared myself to get off of him but before I could, his grip tightened in an instant. He pulled me back hard against his chest.

"Don't move like that," he said, voice right against my ear. "You can't see a thing now, you'll fall and crack your head open. Just stay still, okay? Daddy's got you."

His words were simple and protective, the same tone he'd used a hundred times when I was a little girl but right now in the total dark, those simple words were making my walls squeeze.

I tried taking slow, steady breaths to calm myself down, but it only made things worse.

I could feel it. How his hand stayed across my waist. How his right hand gripped my upper thigh steadily. Every slow flex of those hands sent warmth to my core.

Guilt surged like nausea again. I closed my eyes, wanted to control my body. But it had the opposite effect.

I began to imagine how it would feel if those hands moved with intention instead of reflex.

I wanted his thumb to trace my jaw and his palm grips  my face then look at me the way no one ever had. The thoughts about that made to become too aroused and no matter how hard I tried to shove it down, my body refused to listen.

My mind was on every part our bodies touched touched, but the lower part was the worst. His cock was pressed against me through the thin layers of the pajama pants, not fully erect, but noticeably firm.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, when I realized how my dampness was starting to soak through his pants. I hated how much I wanted to rock against him, just once, to feel that hardness more. I hated how my mind kept whispering what it would be like if the towel fell away entirely, if his hands slid lower, if he groaned my name in that low, steady voice instead of calling me "sweetheart" like a daughter.

"…the water bill came in higher again this month, and I swear the landlord's going to blame us for the leak in the ceiling even though it's been there since we moved in",

His conversation with mom floated over from the armchair, ordinary and distant. Mom's light laugh. His calm rumble answering something about the utility bill, the forecast for tomorrow, whether they should call someone about the outage. Words I barely registered.

"Everything will be fine soon", My step father replied in that tired tone. Their attention was elsewhere, locked into worries that had nothing to do with me.

No one was paying attention to me. Maybe… maybe I could shift just a little and get some relief.

I peeked at daddy as I let my little hip move, small, careful motions, feeling the solid steadiness beneath me.

God it felt so good. Maybe it was because of the change in angle—his cock felt harder, right under my wet pussy.

I bit my lower lip, swayed a few more times, and he didn't seem to notice at all.

The thin cotton between us was fully soaked now, clinging, useless as a barrier. And the knowledge that he was letting me hump against him like this while replying to my mom only made the ache worse.

I knew it was wrong to do this in front of my mom, but it felt so good. Controlling my body was now so hard. I was completely absorbed. My clit was now must be engorged it throbbed with its own heartbeat, catching on the seam of the fabric every few passes until I was whimpering softly against his neck, hips jerking in tiny, helpless twitches.

I'm close. I'm getting so close.

I was riding faster and faster but mom's voice suddenly rang, "Sienna, are you feeling warmer now?"

I froze. My orgasm and moans were stuck in my throat that I could barely open my mouth to answer. I'm so close now that if I made a sound, they would know what their dirty little daughter was doing on her stepfather's lap.

"Are you okay, baby?" Mom sounded like she was getting up from her armchair. Her slippers shuffled across the floor as she walked toward the couch where Dad and I were sitting together.

Anxiety and guilt flooded me instantly. "M—"

Before I could make more sound, Daddy blew out the candle on the table and tucked my head in his robe too.

"She's asleep. Don't wake her," he said quietly, his hand rested on my back in a soothing gesture.

I froze. He knew. He knew what I was doing on his lap.

And he's protecting me. Like he always did. But that only deepened my guilt. He had always been so kind to me—how could I feel him this way?

It's too...wrong. I gasped for breath, but all I could smell was him. That's reminded me what a huge humiliation I put myself in.

"I'm...sorry, Daddy..." I whispered, "It's so stupid. I could understand if you don't want to see me anymore..."

I could. But it would be tough for me.

He said nothing. Every second of silence felt like a punishment to me.

"It's okay sweetheart." finally he spoke, but his whisper astonished me. "You’re always my little princess. Tell daddy, what you want.”

My face burned. Mom was sitting in the armchair across from us. If I made any sound, she would know. But my pvssy's screaming wet and my mind was already in complete chaos.

Before I could think hard, I took a light lick on his nipple and whispered, "I...I want you. Daddy."

I could feel his body froze stiff for seconds, then he took a deep breath.

Under his bathrobe, his hand began to slowly run up to my thigh until it touched my wetness.