Hi there! Aurora here!
I thought that I would start diving in to our minds with a short story. The pinnacle of taboo subjects. A Step-dad/step-mom tale, in this case it’s a step-father story. This one is completely fantasy with a tinge of truth. I will be honest, and open from the get go. I was always attracted to my step-father growing up. I had many fantasies about him throughout my teenage years. He was the main star of my fantasy reel as I was discovering my body and my sexuality. I often pictured losing my virginity to him, even touched myself to the thought of him on many occasions. I never felt wrong or shameful about my thoughts, it wasn’t just him thought. I felt myself drooling over all older-men. Boys of my age never really interested me. Unfortunately, it stayed a fantasy…
You know you want it!
“You don’t run this house Jenna!” My stepdad raised his voice in frustration. No doubt in thorniness too. I sneaking in and managed to take my shirt off before tying to sneak off to the shower. To wash away the scent of alcohol from the party I was just at.
Brady grabbed my arm out of nowhere and twirled me around, pinning my arm above my head against the bathroom door to stop me from walking away from him. I laughed in his face. Only because he really didn’t scare. Yes, his voice is deep and booming. It excites me more than anything.
“I told you to be home at 9:30, it’s 1:00 am!” He looked furious as usual, more than that. He looked frustrated, unsure of what to do. I loved how eyes stared at mine trying to convey some seriousness. Demanding respect. It made my adolescent body quiver, drenching my virgin panties in a confusing wetness. I don’t know why I taunt him, I can’t help myself. I feel an undying need to have all of his attention. I am a young woman after all, I thrive on it.
“I am eighteen years old! I can do whatever the hell I want!” Brady rolled his eyes as usual.
“Would you put a shirt on and go to bed?” He said, trying to keep his gaze at eye level. But failing miserably. “I don’t want to see your chest.”
I knew that was a lie. I corrected my posture, purposely standing tall, popping my chest out as much I could without it looking too obvious. “Why, does it excite you Brady?” I boldly stated, knowing all to well that he will deny it to his last breath. Even though his eyes say different.
“No, don’t be crazy! I am just tired of you prancing around here half-naked all the time!”
“Well if it doesn’t excite your then it shouldn’t be a problem right daddy?” I changed my tone to be more sarcastic when I said “daddy”. I think that pissed him off even more.
Brady just sighed the sigh of a defeated man and walked away. I know I can be a shit sometimes, really, it’s because I’m bored. Mom’s been gone for a month now travelling in the Philippines for her company. What’s a girl to do besides stir up a little drama and trouble? I see the way he looks at me all the time, he thinks of me more than just his step-daughter. He thinks I’m beautiful. I know he is attracted to me and he has a hard time with it, he doesn’t like being sexually attracted to a fully-developed 18-year-old.
I have the body of a woman but my face still looks innocent and pure, like I have yet to experience the world. A spitting image of my mom at my age. Of course, he thinks I’m hot, he would be crazy not to. My mom is a fox. I do it on purpose to get him to look at me. I find it thrilling to tease him and watch him hide behind his strict face. Trying to ignore that he wants me, Being ‘a good daddy’.
Eyes never lie, I wonder if he thinks I’m just being a teenager full of attitude or if he understands the fact that I’m trying to seduce him. Exposing my half-dressed body, trying to get him to put his hands on me. I want him to lose control and all his sense, just grab me and take me. I want him to make a woman out of me but he’s not taking the hint very well.
I know it sounds sick, but I hear the way mom and him go at it when they think I am asleep. It turns me on in the strangest way. I just hear the way he makes her makes her feel. The way she’s riveted with pleasure and how he tears her apart and ravages her after weeks on end of her being gone. It makes my hormonal-body is attracted to him. I want what she’s feeling.
It’s Brady’s fault, ultimately. If he didn’t scare away every single boy that I brought around, or did the scary step-dad routine when he picked me up from school. I would have gotten laid by now, all the boys I know are afraid to even look at me wrong, let alone try and get me alone and in to my pants. It’s whatever, because I hear so much about how your first-time sucks, because guys my age are so inexperienced and don’t know what they’re doing. All they’ll do is hurt you apparently. Why not have my first time with a real man?
It was about 3:00 am. I should have been sleeping, I wake up at 7:00 am for school, it’s going to be a long day tomorrow. I heard Brady in the kitchen. I had another chance to suck up and tease him a little more. I walked out in nothing but my bra and underwear as usual. Pink and polka dots, it’s a really cute set, funny because he took me shopping and he didn’t want to buy it for me. He thought it was too frilly and provocative for my age, but he saved himself the argument and bought it anyway. He really just didn’t want to see me in it, he knew I would walk around the house flaunting it.
I walk up to Brady and hug him. Apologize, squeezing him tightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I Just miss mom”.
“I do to.” He said hugging me back with resistance, afraid to touch me, trying not to put his hands anywhere on my skin. As if touching me would make it harder for him to control himself…
“Sorry Daddy”. I said sweetly like I usually do when I’m trying to apologize for being a bitch or trying to get what I want from him.
“It’s okay”. He said dryly. I hugged his solid body, one that’s built from years of hard work in construction. Chopping wood and whatever else he does. He works hard and long hours, that much I know.
I’m squeezing him tightly, twirling my fingers in the fabric of his shirt. I can tell that he’s staring at the reflection of my ass in the kitchen window, my thong is riding up farther it should be. Almost disappearing in to my cheeks. I know he wants to reach out and grab it, a much softer, firmer version of his wife. Taught and slim with a flat stomach. I have an athlete’s body, from playing soccer or baseball. Pretty much any sport that goes on at school or locally. Brady pushes me off of him, “go to bed now, it’s late, you have school tomorrow.”
“Yes daddy”, I said giving him a kiss on the chin. I walk over to the fridge and grab drink from the bottom crisper, bending almost completely over. Hoping he appreciates the view and how see-through these panties are around the crotch. Then I tailback off to my room.
I get this overwhelming feeling to touch myself, I’ve only done this a few times before. I only started exploring myself this year. I still can’t get over the way he pinned me up against the wall this afternoon. My legs clamp shut at the thought.
I examine myself in the full-length standalone mirror I have in the corner of my room, stripping off my bra and pantie so that I’m completely naked. I do a full 360, looking myself up and down. I really do have a hot body. I look especially good from behind; my back has a nice arch and good upright posture.
My breasts a full D-cup. I take them in my hand and gently massage them, it’s not something I do often, but when I do, I find myself getting lost and spacing out. Paying careful attention to every sensation. How every movement or squeeze feels in different parts of my body. How when I graze over my pink, puffy nipples; it sends a direct line of sensation and pleasure to my untouched, rarely explored clit.
My mind goes back to Brady pinning me up against the wall. A tingling coursed through my legs, starting from my heels. It felt like butterflies but instead of coming from my stomach, they came from inside my body; a deeper more mysterious place. Spreading outwards.
I stand with my legs spread wider apart. I watched myself carefully in the mirror as my hands drifted from my breasts downwards. My fingers slip between my closed lips, grazing the hood of my clit. I have never been this wet before! I don’t even know if this is normal? But it lets my hand move fluidly. The last time I tried this, it was really dry and a little uncomfortable.
I know it’s weird, but I am attracted to myself. Seeing my naked body makes me feel something that is hard to explain. Watching my hands explore myself is exciting. I breath a quite and heavy breath as my lungs react to my fingers. Is this what real confidence is? I feel sexy and shameful at the same time, a good sort of shameful, if that even exists. I feel alive and scared. I want to be exposed and covered up in the privacy of my blankets. Is this the vulnerability of pleasure?
I watch my face and how my lips and mouth move as a moan. Discovering my voice and who I am in a moment of self-loving passion.“Oh, Brady”, I moan, his name escapes my mouth without a second thought.
“Daddy”, “oh, Daddy”, the way it rolled off the tongue was like it was meant to be.
“Daddy”, every time I say it I become damper and wetter with a slick stickiness., “make me a woman daddy!”
I noticed how loud speaking, I was losing control of my volume. The more I touched myself the more my moans carried through my room. I made no effort to stop it whatsoever. Then it came to me! I should be loud enough that he hears me.
Seeing me almost completely naked is one thing, hearing me pleasure myself must be the ultimate tease. I can picture it now. Brady hears a noise coming from my room so he walks across the house to see what’s going on. As he gets closer to the door, he realizes what’s happening. Even though he wants to walk away he wont, he’ll just stand there and listen. Staring through the open crack along the door’s hinges. My room is positioned in a way that it has a direct line of sight to my mirror. If he really wanted to, he could watch me get undressed any time.
I hop over to the door and open just enough that he could peak in if he was still awake. Every time I say his name, every time I mutter the word “daddy”. My body shakes and twitches with need and want. Assuring myself that this is what I really want.That I really want him. No, I need him. I want him to need me too.
My mind was imagining every possible scenario that my inexperienced brain could possible think up. I was picturing his hands pinning me down again, it was the part of him that turned me on the most. His hands are large, big enough that he could palm a pomelo and make it look tiny. His fingers long and think, they look like they could almost crush brick. I cant forget the massive forearms they’re attached to which were almost as think as his biceps. He’s not muscular but well-toned. Well-built, naturally thick and wide, towering 6-feet and 2-inches from the ground. His jaw is thick and perfectly lined with a powerful chin. Always a rough amount of stubble all over his face, which makes him look mean and intimidating. but he has these insanely beautiful, light-brown eyes that soften the rest of his hulkish figure; like lightly-stained wood.
My other hand found its way inside of my pussy, fitting two fingers inside of me. Snug but comfortable fit. My other hand stayed on my clit, rubbing, flicking, trying to find the right rhythm. I can understand why adult are addicted to sex if it feels better than what I’m doing right now. I may just have a problem myself!
My hips move with a mind of their own, making little circles. Thrusting in to myself, thrusting on to my fingers. My walls pulsed with sensitivity the way a heavy bass-line pulses in your chest and heart at a concert.
I feel sexy, I’ve always known that a was a little slut. I started having dirty thoughts way earlier than I should have. I never had the guts to act on them until recently.
“Please daddy, fuck me…”
My stomach is tightening, I’m forcing my eyes stay open. They just want to shut but I want to keep looking at myself. My hands want to stop but I fight with myself to keep going. Everything is so sensitive and raw. New and hard to handle. All of a sudden, this weakness pours through my body. My knees buckle and I could swear I was seeing stars. “Shit!”
A vibrating numbness struck all my joints. My hands were flooded with the wetness I’ve never felt before, a smile painted across my face that I had absolutely no control of. I just had my first orgasm ever. I never knew that I could make myself feel so good. Does it always feel this good? If I would have known that I could feel this good I would have been doing this a long time ago probably would have been doing this instead of sitting in my room actually doing homework. It’s not like I was doing it anyway I would spend half the time fantasizing about boys or Brady.
I don’t stop, even though I am having a hard time standing. I rub and finger myself even faster. I want that, sensation again, I want another orgasm. In the height of my pleasure I hear footsteps creaking, I walk over and open the door wider so that I can see down the hallway I can see Brady’s door closing. Just as I thought, he was standing there watching me. I knew that he would have heard my moans from across the house. The Father Figure in him wanting to stay in his room and drown it all out. ‘What kind of sick person would want to listen to that’, he probably thought to himself.
The man in him though, the one who needs pleasure and release and who is often neglected, left on his own. Wanted to stay there and watch. He is a man that works hard, he deserves the small things in life. I would give him everything that he needs even if I didn’t know what I was doing all he would have to do is show me. Teach me, tell me how he wants to be touched show me how to touch a man and finally give in to what I know he’s been thinking for a really long time.
There’s no denying that we have this strange and taboo chemistry and knowing he was there watching filled me up with even more excitement than I ever thought I could feel. I wonder if I made him hard? I wonder if thought about just ripping the door wide open and ripping off all of his clothes, taking me in a fit of rage-filled ecstasy.
When I get back home from school tomorrow, I’m going to go for it. After feeling what I just felt. I need more, I need the real thing. I’m going to throw myself at him and hope that he’s not strong enough to push me away or tell me no. Will make him touch me in some way. I will almost tie him to the bed if I have to.
Maybe I do have a little obsession with him as my friend says. They all think he’s drop-dead gorgeous. Too. Given the chance I bet hat they would all let him in their pants. They always swoon over him when they see him, saying they all wish he was their dad. How can he turn me away? I can seduce him if I really wanted to. Especially when I look extra cute in my uniform which I know it’s something that he loves. Mom has one of her own in her closet and I know for a fact that she’s put it on for him. They forget the walls are thin.
Brady has a thing for the school-girl uniform. Which means he must have thing for school girls. Pretend is good and all but the real thing is always so much better. A real young and inexperienced high-school girl in a slutty little uniform. It would have his head spinning.
I crawled myself in bed, my whole body is sensitive to touch, just a blanket gently grazing my skin as I roll around and try and get comfortable was enough to get my mind going again making me want another orgasm. It was really late, I’m only to going to get a few hours of sleep. It only took me 2 minutes to pass out.
After school special.
I shuffle around the room, as my friend waits for me outside so we can walk to bus stop together. I can’t find the panties I’m looking for, only the bra. It’s not the first pair that has went missing. I have quite a few really cute ones that I can’t find, my ego says that Brady takes them and does whatever perverted men do with woman’s underwear. Wear them, smell them?Whatever it is, I hope he enjoyed it.
Then I had an idea. I knew he wasn’t home, since he left about five minutes ago, so I went in to their room and looked through moms’ closet to root through the stuff she left at home. I know she has some very sexy things that they would never agree to buy me or let me wear. They still see me as a teenager and not as a woman.
I find this bra that is a metallic gold. It has a diamond in the middle where the two cups meet. With a lovely little bow tied out of string with two gold metal ends. It’s what they call lace, its completely see through.
I take off my bra to try it on. Since I was 14 I had a bigger cup size than mom, I’m a D and she’s a C. It will fit, it may be a little tight though. I look at the tag, it says Gucci. This is really different compared to what they buy me. The cups are almost half the size, angling downward. It lifted and pushed my bust together, only covers about half my breasts. It barely covered my nipples. I find a matching thong to go with it, which is also completely see-through. It to has a diamond stud on the waistband in the center on the front and the same little bow. I hurry up and throw off my pants and take the underwear I’m wearing off. I slid the sexy, gold thong on.
I’ve worn one of my friends’ thongs once. Excitement stirred in my pussy. The pressure I feel on my pussy, my ass, makes me feel sexy. I look in the mirror. I pose, trying to be sexy. The panties expose my unkempt bush. I have never shaved my pubic hair before. I had a thick brush planted across my pubic area.
I know this is one of Brady’s favorite sets that my mom owns, when she is home, I always hear him beg her to put it on. Really expensive too. I take moms perfume and shove it in my bag, I run to my room and grab my body-glitter and throw it in my bag.
I was a long day at school. Before I walk in. I stop at the front door, taking a deep breath. Getting my nerves together. I hike my plaid skirt up. Folding it in from the waist until it’s just shy of showing my ass, enough that if I bent over, nothing would be hidden. School would never accept this. If our knees aren’t covered, we would be sent home, Private schools can be so prude.
I take off the tie and shove it in my bag. I bend over and pull my navy socks up until they are at my knees, completely covering my calves.
Next, I unbutton the top five buttons of my marine blue school dress shirt, stopping where the hitch is that connects the two cups of my bra together,showing off the diamond. Exposing enough of my chest that Brady will have hard looking away, but not enough that he will complain.
I rip out the elastic from my light brown hair. Letting my perfectly straightened hair fall down. And tousling it a bit to get that messy look. I pull the perfume out of my bag and spray it everywhere frantically. I pull out the body-glitter, rubbing it all over my chest, stopping at my clavicle. It will make it even harder for him to peel his eyes way. My shiny pink lip gloss makes for a perfect edition.
I came home from school early today instead of hanging out with my friends. Hoping to surprise Brady when he walks in, maybe undress myself and jump on him. I haven’t completely thought it out yet. I looked around the house to see if anyone is home. I turn the corner and I find Brady in the living room with his laptop, he’s jacking off to a picture of me! One I took this summer in my bikini on the beach. My body tanned and slathered in tanning oil. I look like a model in it, its amazing picture.
I knew I was getting to him! It was only matter of time. I’ve never seen a man do that before. He’s very aggressive about it, like it can’t be over fast enough for him. I was surprised at how well-equipped he was. No wonder mom chose him. Besides the fact that he is really hot. I watched him stroke himself fiercely wanting a quick end. I guess I can understand, he is a sexually frustrated man. My mom has been gone a lo tin the last few months. He has way more integrity to go out and cheat on her. That’s why I have to trick him in to it.
He calls out my name as he’s stroking himself, “fuck Jenna!”
Out of nowhere, I answer “yes daddy, you called my name?” He jumped up in a panic kicking the wooden table off to the side a bit. Standing there in utter shock with his fully-erect cock pointing in my direction.
“I’m flattered.” I said I ran over and grabbed a hold of it, cutting the tension I have so masterfully created between us. It felt different than the toy I had. My friend bought me one as a gag gift. I never used though, I wasn’t that desperate. I was going to wait for the real thing.
There was a look of fear in Brady’s eyes. It really was different from the toy. Much harder and bigger. I can feel his heart beat pulsing through it. It made hand look really small in comparison. It was really thick, just like the rest of him. His hands, his forearms, legs. All twice the size of the average mans. It only makes sense that his cock is twice the size too.
I started exploring it, moving my hand up and down. The way the skin was soft and moved was weird. Especially since it was hard like the wall. I couldn’t imagine having that inside of me, just my two fingers was a tight fit, this would probably really hurt…
Brady tries his best not to look at me, his eyes searching around the room, looking for anything to fixate on. He should be looking at me and only me. I say his name, “Brady”. Drawing his attention back to me, his big brown eyes losing the fight. He can’t ignore me.
“Its okay Brady, its okay to like this”. I said softly and playfully. He had no response, his eyes begged me to stop because he didn’t have the strength to make me. The way he grew harder in my hand told me so much more, it said that he wanted me to continue. I have been teasing him for so long, I am surprised he has this much restraint.
“Does it feel good daddy? Am I doing it properly?” I asked in the most innocent voice I possibly could. Brady closed his eyes and sighed. “yes,” he said with hesitation.
“Do you like the fact that I am touching you?” I was answered with complete silence, I did have all the leverage at the moment.
“Tell me you like it daddy, tell me you like having your daughter play with your cock, or I will stop.”
“Yes, baby. I love having my daughter touch my cock!” He forced out the words.
“It’s not like you can hide it Brady, I did catch you pleasing yourself to my pictures.”
“Yes”, he groaned.
The next thing I knew, his cock began to twitch. It felt like it was trying to jump out of my hand or flop around like a fish out of water. Bray’s face was straining, he was trying to fight it. Instincts took over and I started jerking him faster. There was a soreness in my fingers and wrist.
“Oh my god daddy, are you about to?” Before I could finish the question, Brady let out a bear like grunt. His seed shot out of him, it was airborne, carelessly flying all over the place. It was all over my school shirt, on my skirt, even my legs. Most of it was on my hand and forearm. He sighed of relief and I gasped with the excitement as I made a man cum for the first time, my-step-dad of all people.
I looked him straight in the eyes, I licked his cum off my hand and arm. Trying not to make a face. It tasted different than I expected. Thick like pudding, but not sweet, also not as salty as I heard it was.
Brady walked away, not saying a word. His face the reddest I’ve ever seen it. He’s not even that flushed when he’s yelling at me out of aggravation. He stomped away, slamming the door to his room behind him. We just had a special moment together, why couldn’t her appreciate it?I go to my room, grinning ear to ear.Basking in the high I feel right now, I just played with my step-dads cock. Made a man cum! I was too worked up to sit still. I needed to tell someone. So, I texted Lisa, the only person who wouldn’t judge me in any way. The one true friend that actually keeps all your secrets. Plus, out of all my friends she has the biggest crush on Brady, naturally, she would want to hear all the details .Lisa is the only one of our group that actually has sex, regularly I might add.
Cooling off to get fired up.
Brady hasn’t left his room in a few hours. There’s no point of avoiding me, neither of us are leaving for the weekend there’s a big terrestrial downpour starting. We’re lucky that we even have power still. No heat at the beginning of November? I would have had to climb in bed with him for warmth.
I was bored. None of my friends were answering their phones. My eyes keep flashing over to my mirror. I’m still in mom’s lingerie, looking sexy as hell. I keep making pouty faces and sexy eyes to myself.
I walked in to the kitchen to get a drink, in nothing but a bra and panties. I do this more often than I would like to admit. And there he was standing there. He was probably pacing around quietly. When he turned and noticed me standing there, he rolled his eyes. Blatant enough that I wanted to yell at him and tell him to go to his room. Brady raised his hand and pointed his finger at me, like he was about to give me the biggest lecture of life. No words escaped his beautiful stubble covered mouth. He just sighed then grunted, like he was lifting or pushing something heavy.
The next thing I knew, I was lifted up in the air. His rough and calloused, working-man hands grabbing a hold of my bare ass. Trying to squeeze as much of it in his hands as he possibly could.
I whispered, “daddy”, in his ear as my legs automatically wrapped around him, ready to cling on to his clothes if he changed his mind and wanted to put me down. His hands felt rougher than our granite counter top, scratchy and course like sand paper. Why was that a turn on?
Brady practically jogged with me up in his arms, opening my bedroom door with a light tap of his foot. He sets me down at the edge of my bed and took a step back. Standing there for a minute, looking my body up and down. He turns himself around and starts to walk out of the room. He gets to the door and stops, letting out a big breath. “Fuck!”
Brady took three huge, hurried steps back towards my bed. His smile even bigger, like whenever that silly football team he likes, whatever they’re called win a game. He grabbed on to my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge, so that I was just shy of slipping off.
He lifts both my legs up in the air with such force that my top half falls over. So, now I’m laying on my back with my legs up in the air for daddy…
Before I could even compose myself and look over to him, my head flew back and I grabbed a handful my blankets. I was dizzy almost instantly, from the warmness of his breath over the thing fabric of my panties. Brady took his time, kissing every inch of the fabric. Letting his hot breath surround my eager skin. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, like he’staking my scent in, trying to taste is without actually putting his mouth on me.
I squirm and wriggle around, “please-daddy”. He still looks reluctant, questioning himself. As if he would pass this up, as if he would pass me up. I’m young, I’m hot, and I’m willing. Already naked, ready to let him do whatever he wants to me. I used my big eyes and innocent voice, “please daddy”, it was more of a whine than a moan. At this point there would be no sense in turning back and I would cry if I had to.
Like a real man, he couldn’t resist the big begging eyes of a woman. He usually has to beg for it, mom’s always too tired. More than anything, I play the innocence card to draw him in, “I need you daddy, please”…
Too impatient to take his time and pull them off. Brady rips them off of my hips without thinking straight, tossing them behind him. Not caring where the land, it’s not like I’ll be wearing these again. Our eyes meet, there was that serious look again. Then his facial expression relaxed, dipping his chin in the crease where my inner thigh, kissing all around my pussy lips.
His facial hair picks. When he finally put his strong, manly tongue on me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head like a slot-machine, almost getting stuck.
Brady undressed himself as he licked and sucked on me, it sounded like he was slurping on a Popsicle or ice cube. It was’t long before I was grabbing tufts of his short, curly hair. Legs shaking on his shoulders. His tongue moving fast and fiercely, flicking my clit. Loving every moment of if.
He pulls himself up to take a breath, standing up. He looks at me with his face covered in a shiny film of spit and my juices. “Are you ready?” He asked, with a devilish grin. his cock once again pointing at me, it was even bigger than it was this afternoon….
I shake my head yes. Brady crawls on the bed, his wide chest hovering over my face.
“Are you sure?” He asked….