All Chapters of A Forbidden Taste with My Stepfather (Steamy Short Stories): Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Introduction:Without any word, my arms looped around his neck and my cheek settled against the hollow of his throat where his pulse beat. I could feel the vibration when he swallowed and the faint rasp of stubble grazing my temple as he adjusted his hold.We were so close, his hips were cradling mine and my bare thighs were against the soft waistband of his pajama pants.***"Get down here already!" My mother's voice cut through the bathroom, cold and impatient as if it was my fault why our house was now covered in darkness."I'm coming", I responded then tilted my head back under the dead shower, water was already gone and foam was now drying uselessly on my skin. If she had remembered to pay the electricity bill, we wouldn't be in a blackout on the coldest winter night of the year!And I wouldn't be half-frozen, blinking into nothing. And now she wanted me downstairs, like she'd forgotten, again, that I had night blindness.Which came from years of

My clit throbbed hardly before he even touched it, like it knew what was coming and couldn't wait.The ache radiated outward, hot and heavy, making my thighs quiver where they straddled his lap. He didn't rush."You sure?" he asked and I nodded immediately. "Please, daddy. Help your little girl." His middle finger traced the length of my slit slowly, pad flat and firm, parting me just enough to spread the slickness he found there. The wetness coated his skin instantly.That slippery little sound, soft and wet slipped into the air between us, barely audible, but I heard it and I inwardly prayed that mom doesn't notice it.He paused at my entrance, circling once, twice, letting me feel the blunt pressure without giving me more. My hips twitched forward on instinct and he rewarded me with the slightest dip, just the tip of his finger slipping inside, enough to make my walls flutter around him in greedy little pulses. I pressed my knees together just enough to trap his wrist, not to stop

I crossed the carpet without a sound and sat beside him, not too close at first then closer until my thigh pressed against his.Mom didn't stir."Out cold," he murmured, and I nodded my head."She won't hear a thing." I added as I reached over slowly, fingers brushing the front of his pants. He was already hardening again thick and insistent, straining against the soft cotton. I palmed him through the fabric, slow circles, feeling him twitch and swell under my touch. His jaw clenched; a muscle jumped in his cheek but he stayed perfectly still otherwise.I tugged the waistband down just enough, quiet, careful and freed him. Hot skin met cool air and I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking once, twice, long, deliberate pulls that made his abs tighten and his breath hitch almost inaudibly.He shifted barely spreading his thighs a fraction wider, giving me room. His hand came to the back of my neck, not gripping, just resting there, thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear like

The phone rang just after the shoot. She came back into the room and told us, "They want new photos," she said. "Today."Daddy looked up from the bar. "That fast?" He wiped the rum off his lips with his thumb."They loved the test shots," she replied, already opening her laptop. "But the editor says the cover needs something stronger. More intimacy. Maybe something with your bare back."I swallowed hard. Was he going to take his clothes off?"They need them by tonight," she added. "If we miss this window, they'll move on. Let's go."She didn't ask. She never did when work reached this stage. She chose Adrian's garden—a lavender garden."Long focus," she said. "They don't need details. They need the feeling." From where she stood, we were shapes. Lines. Movement.Daddy and I were left among the lavender hedge, about 300 feet away from my mother.From that distance, whatever happened between us would register as shape and shadow, nothing more.My top was thin. Every shift of my shoulder

"An insect climbed up on Lena. Don't worry." Daddy scowled, took hold of my waist, and pulled my hips toward him. I felt my toes curling up when Daddy's cock instantly filled me up. It was as if this were my punishment for disobeying him."YESSS! I - I'm fine, Mom." I was just adapting your husband's swollen dick. It was incredibly arousing to think that my pussy was possibly being torn apart by Daddy's hot dick.Neither of us moved. Once my fluids covered Daddy's glans, he started thrusting more forcefully and quickly."Mm..." I bit my lip tightly, but a low moan slipped out anyway.Daddy threw my bra on his phone, trying to cover up our sinful act from Mom's discovery. "Is this comfortable? Does it feel good when I fuck you?" Daddy held onto my waist, slapped my buttocks, and stared at the wanton expression on my face."YES, FUCK!" Feeling daddy's thick shape again, I was still shocked, even unsure who I was even talking to. I moaned, pushing my hips back against his dick."Lena? Th