Take All of It September 2019
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He’s brilliant, kind, caring, loving… and I’ve never seen a sexier man than him. But he was married to my mother. I see the way he looks at me sometimes, but he’d never let himself cave in to what he wants. He cares about me too much. He deserves me.
So.
I’ve made a decision.
The ENRF machine is going to be ready soon. I’m going to find a way to get Martin inside it and lower his inhibitions *just* enough so that he gets the idea he can do whatever he wants to me.
I’m getting so… *hot*… just thinking about being used by my step-father… it’s insane… but I want it so much.
Maybe I’ll get him to put *me* in the machine… I might tell him that we were denied permission for human testing or something like that… oh god yes… this is perfect. He could turn me into his little sex toy…
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A Free Pass
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My mom married the sexiest man alive, and now that I’m 18 he’s taking me on a mystery holiday “somewhere warm”.
Before I boarded the private jet, my mom said that on this vacation I had a “free pass”.
What on earth was she talking about?
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Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Rough Sex
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Princest 1
Description
Do you finally feel as beautiful as you are, Princess?”
Mel has just turned eighteen and had laser eye surgery to banish the thick glasses that she’s put up with for so long. The little bit of confidence that gave her is making all the difference.
Her Step-Daddy, Brett, is taking her out for a very special birthday dinner.
Just the two of them.
Her crush on him has always been her dirty little secret. What harm could come from maybe flirting just a little bit? What could happen?
The restaurant storeroom will never be the same again.
Kinks/Subgenres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Rough Sex
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Princest 2
Description
After losing her virginity to her stepfather, Mel learns that Brett might want to make a more permanent arrangement…
Kinks/Subgenres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Rough Sex
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Princest 3
Description
Mel’s Stepfather, Brett, can make the world her oyster. All she needs to do is provide him with an heir.
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Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Billionaire, Rough Sex
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Rough Sex for the Sleeping Birthday Girl
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Peter has been used to sharing his birthday with his step-daughter Samantha for the past decade since he married her mother, but when he turns thirty-eight and she turns eighteen, it seems like his special day has been completely forgotten.
He’s just about to call it a night when a knock on the door reveals a passed out Samantha reeking of vodka. As hard as he tries to fight it, he can’t help but to keep on being drawn one step further by Samantha’s flawless body and what starts out as an incidental grope quickly progresses to the hardest fuck the petite blonde girl has ever had, asleep or awake, and Peter isn’t going to stop giving it to her rough and bareback with his huge cock until he’s good and finished.
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Rough Sex, Sleep Sex, Dubious Consent, Pseudo Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Barely Legal
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Bad Madison
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I was separated from my twin at birth. When I turned 18, I tracked her down, only to find that she grew up on the right side of the tracks. While I was stealing cars and getting ignored by my adopted parents, she was having the world served to her on a silver platter. Good Madison has everything, I have nothing, and while she’s away at cheer camp, I’m going to take it all from her. Starting with that ludicrously hot adopted father she ended up with.
Good Madison wouldn’t be able to seduce him, but that’s not who I am…
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Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Rough Sex
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*****
I didn’t know what to expect when I tracked down my twin, but it wasn’t this. Even though we were separated at birth, given up for adoption, our lives had some incredible parallels.
We were both adopted, one after the other, on the same day by a couple named John and Jane Smith. Both couples named their new baby girls Madison and had no other children.
All these coincidences were the only reason I learned of my twin sister at all. When I turned eighteen, I left home and tried to track down my real parents, the social worker handed me my sister’s file instead.
No amount of back-tracking on her part could undo the damage of what I’d seen. I saw their address. I knew she was out there. Some part of me wasn’t surprised at all, because it had always known.
I promised the social worker I wouldn’t report her breach of confidentiality if she kept it quiet too, and I set off to rescue my sister. With all those similarities in our lives I gleaned from her file, I knew she’d be just as desperate as I was to start afresh somewhere new.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. The closer I came to their house, the more I realised… this was a good neighbourhood. She hadn�
�t grown up surrounded by drug dens, brothels and halfway houses.
Their house was a mansion by my standards, it stopped me dead in my tracks. Instead of knocking on the front door, I was still standing there on the other side of the street when I saw them for the first time.
The two of them, my sister and her adopted father, came out the front door, talking and laughing. They were so happy they were practically skipping.
Madison got in the driver’s seat, and they talked for a while before the SUV lurched out on to the road, stalled, and then shuddered forwards. I was still standing there when they disappeared around the corner.
I was gone before they returned. The shock gave way to something else and I couldn’t be there. What was it? Anger? Bitter jealousy? Something like that, for sure.
After booking myself into the closest and cheapest hostel I could find, I observed my twin and her family for a while. I learned everything I could about her and them.
She looked exactly like me. That made things easier, harder and incredibly surreal all at the same time. Sometimes she’d glance at me in my big sunglasses, hat, scarves and baggy clothing and even with all that she sometimes did a double-take. I scurried off before she ever got too close, but even so it was almost scary looking at her undisguised features, like having an out of body experience.
The more I learned, the more similarities I saw between us. We had friends with the same names, we liked the same TV shows and music, and one time I even saw her grab at her stomach and wince at the same moment I did the same thing because of a menstrual cramp.
It really was like looking in a mirror, except that mirror was filthy, her perfect life on one side and whatever you called mine on the other. One day, on a whim, I took a map and drew a line between the houses where we’d grown up. Right in the middle were the fucking train tracks.
She had everything and I had nothing. Even if I never saw her adopted mother around much, her adopted father clearly adored her, while mine probably hadn’t noticed that I’d moved out yet. She still called him Daddy, for fuck sake.
The bitterness grew, and it was this closeness between the two of them that planted the seed in my mind. When he wasn’t looking, I saw her glance at him and bite her lip… then when she wasn’t looking, I saw his eyes lingering on the hem of her short skirt.
My jaw dropped as the barely-restrained lust between them was suddenly as clear as if they had it written on their foreheads. That’s when I knew I could drop a bomb on this idyllic life of theirs.
I could clean the mirror to make it reflect more clearly, turn her life into a trainwreck like mine. Her John Smith, her Daddy, was ripped for a forty-something year old, damn good-looking too. It wouldn’t be any chore for me to seduce him, to let him take my virginity and then watch the devastation that unfolded in their lives afterwards.
My opportunity came shortly afterwards when Madison was scheduled to go away for cheer camp for a week and her adopted mother was visiting relatives in Maine. I looked up the cheer camp on their website and saw it was an intensive “phones get confiscated for the duration” kind of thing, so if I waited for her to leave… I’d have a whole week alone with John with no phone calls from Madison to blow my cover.
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I watched Madison’s bus leave and then went to the mall, spending the last of my money on clothes as similar to the ones she’d been wearing as I could find, and headed back to their house. I only just managed to stop myself from ringing the doorbell, and tested the door instead. It was unlocked and I stepped inside.
“Hello?” I called.
“Madison?” Came a voice from upstairs.
“Yeah.”
I heard footsteps come down to the ground floor and then the moment of truth was upon me. Madison’s adopted father gave me a quizzical look and my heart was absolutely pounding in my chest.
Would this man, who had raised my sister since a few days after birth, see right through me? Were there physical differences between us that I simply hadn’t been close enough to see?
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Um… I missed the bus…”
“What are you talking about? I dropped you off in plenty of time.”
“Yeah, um, I went to the bathroom at just the wrong time and they just left without me. My bags and everything were already loaded and they took off.”
“No way. That’s ridiculous! So, what, do you need a lift to the camp or something?” he asked.
“No, I… it’s too far… Daddy.”
I hadn’t used the word in about fourteen years and it felt unfamiliar on my lips. It sounded different to the way Madison said it too.
With her, it was as natural as breathing, as innocent as a child. When I said it, it sounded dirty. It sounded like an invitation.
John’s eyebrows raised, then one of them dropped before his expression returned to normal. “I don’t mind, honey. You know me, anything for my little girl.”
“No… uh… the lady at the station let me use the phone to call the camp leader and she said if I missed the bus I couldn’t come. They’ll bring my stuff back at the end of the camp.”
“That’s insane! I hope they know they’ll be giving us a full refund or talking to my lawyer. I’m sorry, Madison, I know you were really looking forward to it.”
“It’s OK, thanks anyway,” I said, walking over to him.
I slipped my arms around him, feeling all that hard muscle under his shirt, making sure that my breasts pressed against him as hard as possible without being too obvious about crossing a line. Looking up with my very best doe-eyes, I bit my bottom lip as he instinctively wrapped his arms around me too and I adjusted my position a little so that my breasts rubbed against his body.
“And… I’d do anything for you too, Daddy. Like… anything that would make you happy, I would do it.”
I pushed my hips forward just a little, so his crotch was pressing against my belly, and shifted from side to side just enough to rub against him some more. On the surface, it had all the plausible deniability of an innocent hug between a man and his daughter but, underneath all that, his body couldn’t help but notice a fertile little teen virgin was pressed right against his manhood.
It might have been my imagination, but I would have sworn that I felt a twitch down there, against my stomach, a second before John pulled away from the hug with a clearing of his throat. He licked his lips.
“Yeah, um, of course, princess. Thanks. So, now what are you gonna do with yourself this week?”
“Well, since Mom’s away, I thought we could spend some more time together,” I said.
“Really? What about your friends? Not everybody you know was on that bus.”
I shrugged. “There’s plenty of time for them. For this week… I’m yours.”
John visibly gulped. “Well, actually, if we’ve got all this extra time, we could squeeze in another few driving lessons. I do have a little something I was going to show you after cheer camp.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“We can go for your lesson now, if you want.”
“OK! I’ll just get changed!”
“What’s wrong with what you’re wearing now?”
“It’s just not the right outfit.”
John rolled his eyes and I could almost hear the word “teenagers” hanging in the air. The real reason was that his Madison, good Madison, had dressed comfortably for a long bus ride with her friends. I was looking for something a little more… irresistible.
I bounded upstairs and wandered around lost for a minute until I found Madison’s room. It was so light and fluffy compared to the dingy room I’d grown up in that my resolve only grew. But for the toss of a coin, this could have been my life. It wasn’t fair, but I was going to even it all up.
With a grand pull, I opened the closet door and my jaw dropped. It was like something out of a fairy tale to me. Beautiful clothes as far as the eye could see. I walked in, running my fingers along on both
sides, feeling the possibilities.
Then, I hit the holy grail. A huge shoe rack stretched from wall to wall at the far end, and I dropped to my knees in front of it.
“Holy fuck…” I breathed.
This was going to be a fun week no matter what happened. My twin sister was a spoiled little princess and I was going to live like royalty for once in my life.
By the time I had chosen my outfit, I’d lost track of time. John was sitting on the couch with his head leaning way back and looking like he was almost asleep.
He perked up when he heard me approaching, and was jolted awake when he saw just how short the skirt I’d chosen was. Madison might not have worn it since her last growth spurt made it indecent, but it was cute as fuck and showed off my legs so much that my ass was barely covered.
The knee-socks complemented it nicely, and I knew they’d draw John’s eyes to my thighs, keeping them close to the hem of that skirt. Sitting in a car, it’d no doubt ride up and he’d get a glimpse of the pristine-white panties I’d bought today. He might even be able to see the little teddy-bear on the front by then, for all I knew.
“It’s a hot day,” I said, when John seemed lost for words.