Guilty Strokes

Sebastian’s POV

I couldn’t stop seeing Charlotte bent over my bed with my cock buried inside her, but every time I looked at her innocent face across the dinner table, the guilt made me want to run mad.

The house felt too quiet after I sent her away from the shower. I locked myself in my home office, heart still racing, cock still half-hard from the sight of her naked and dripping.

Water droplets from my rushed shower clung to my skin. I sat in my chair, pants open, and wrapped my hand around my thick cock before I could talk myself out of it.

“Fuck,” I groaned, stroking slowly at first. The memories hit hard. Charlotte’s tight virgin pussy clenching around me while Stacy slept next door.

The way she squirted when I choked her with that stolen collar. Her soft cries of “Daddy” as I filled her with cum. My hand moved faster, slick with precum. I imagined bending her over the desk right now, spanking that soft ass red while I pounded her deep.

Then I realized myself. What the hell was I doing? She was my stepdaughter. Stacy’s daughter. I was supposed to be a father to her not enable her forbidden desires.

But Charlotte had awakened something dark in me that Stacy never touched.

I stroked harder, balls tightening as I replayed every risky second. The way Charlotte’s pussy had gripped me like it was made for my cock. How she pushed back, begging for more even when it hurt. My hand flew over my shaft now, thumb rubbing the sensitive head. I was close. So fucking close.

A flashback hit me. Last year with Stacy. I had planned a weekend getaway for us to celebrate a deal I closed.

I wanted to tie her up, choke her, take her rough the way I needed. She smiled tiredly and said no. “Honey, we’re too old for that. Seb, you’re not a kid to have such fantasies. Besides, I'm going to visit our new factory this weekend.”

It’s always work. She had a way of ruining my plans of trying new things with her. Our sex life was boring as hell.

I loved her. She was strong and ambitious. But damn it, a man gets tired of routine. Charlotte offered the dark release I craved. She didn’t refuse me. She’s even eager for me to devour her however I want.

I can’t deny I love Stacy. I care about this family. But Charlotte’s persistent seduction and sweet pussy was going to bring out the demon in me.

Gosh, she’s still my stepdaughter. I should stop this before it destroys everything.

I kept stroking anyway.

My phone buzzed. I answered without thinking. It was my buddy Mark. “Hey man, you sound stressed. Drinks tonight?”

I needed the distraction. So I agree. An hour later we sat at a quiet bar. Mark, loud and carefree as always, ordered another round. “You look like shit. What’s going on?”

I had a long drink to calm my nerves and gather the boldness to share my ordeal. “I did something stupid, Mark. Like I messed up.”

Mark leaned in, eyes wide. “Spill it.”

I lowered my voice. “Charlotte. My stepdaughter. We… crossed a line. More than once.”

Mark’s jaw dropped, then he grinned like an idiot. “Is it what I’m thinking it is? You better start talking.”

“Oh man, it is. I disvirgined my stepdaughter.”

“Disvirgining your own stepdaughter? Fuck, man, give me all the details! Was she tight? Did she call you Daddy?”

“Shut up,” I growled, but my cock twitched at the memory. “It was a mistake. Alcohol. Bad timing. It won’t happen again.”

Mark laughed. “Yeah right. Once you go there, you don’t come back. Is she any good?”

“She was incredible,” I admitted, hating myself for it. “Tight. Eager. The kind of sex I’ve been missing for years.”

He clapped me on the back. “Use a condom next time, bro. Don’t need any surprise babies ruining the family picture.”

“There won’t be a next time,” I said firmly. “I’m stopping this. For Stacy. For all of us.”

Mark just laughed harder. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. I'll give it a week.”

His words stuck with me on the drive home. I almost texted Charlotte. We need to talk. My thumb hovered over the send button. Then I deleted it. No. I had to be stronger. I cared too much about this family to let my selfish needs destroy it.

The house was quiet when I got back. Stacy was still out at another meeting. I headed to the kitchen for water, trying to clear my head.

Then I saw her.

Charlotte stood at the counter in an extremely short skirt that barely covered her ass. She bent over to grab something from a low cabinet, no panties.

Her smooth, pink pussy peeked out at me, still slightly swollen from the other night. My cock went rock hard instantly. I stared hard, my hand twitching at my side.

One step forward and I could bend her over right there, slam into her, and fuck the obsession out of both of us.

Right then Stacy’s voice called from the other room on speakerphone. “Sebastian? Honey, what’s for dinner? I’m running late again but I’ll be home soon.”

Charlotte looked over her shoulder at me with a small smile on her lips, while touching her breast seductively like she was inviting me to come and suck those tender boobs.

My hand tightened into a fist. The war inside me raged harder than ever.