13. Daddy Plus One Step

by Skye Darrel

  Daddy Plus One Step:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy Plus One Step: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  Daddy Plus One Step

  I don’t know why I stole my stepdad’s car. I just turned eighteen and got my license last week. I went for a joyride and brought it right back. Nothing happened. Except Daddy’s angry. The more his gaze drills into me, the more I feel this is what I’ve been waiting for.

  When Daddy gets angry, he loses self-control. His handsome face snarls and somehow it makes him sexier. Feelings that have been simmering in him surge to the surface. Daddy’s dark urges, his tainted love. I know him so well.

  “What are you smiling about, Tracy?”

  Daddy glares at me. The living room feels smaller. Hotter. I stand before him in my panties and tank top, and I fidget my fingers. Heat throbs between my thighs. When Daddy called me downstairs, I was wide awake in bed. I could’ve dressed.

  But I didn’t.

  “Nothing, Daddy.”

  “Your brother needed the car last Friday. Did you know Chris missed his job interview because of you?”

  My stepbrother Chris. “Sorry, Daddy.”

  Daddy growls and stands, a tower of muscle bearing down on me. “Sorry won’t fix anything.” He steps closer, every step deliberate. Lust edges his anger. “You need to do more.”

  A tent forms in his crotch. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

  I pout and my face burns. My eyes dart to Daddy’s erection and I whisper, “Yes.”

  He runs his thumb over my eyebrow, my lips, the edge of my jawline. He sweeps my hair around one shoulder. Then he squeezes my chest, rubbing my hard nipples. I moan softly. My breasts feel swollen and heavy as Daddy molds my flesh with rough fingers.

  “You’re a woman now, Princess, and I love you. I need you as a woman. Do you understand?”

  My face burns and I nod quickly. His cock has formed a bulge impossible to ignore. My chest flutters. “Daddy, you . . . you’re . . . ”

  “I’m aching, baby girl. Daddy’s going to punish you and love you at the same time.”

  “H-How?”

  His face softens for a moment. “I think you know, Princess. I think you know Daddy needs your pussy.”

  My heart thumps and my pussy pulses as Daddy’s hand slides lower and lower. His hand slips under my panties. He runs a finger up my moist crease. Then he pulls my panties to my thighs and he glares at my pink folds. He rubs me, squeezing my drenched lips, and I jump at the sudden pressure.

  Daddy growls. “What a wet little pussy. So pretty, baby girl.”

  I blush and moan and I ball my hands.

  His hand leaves, fingers glistening with my juices. Daddy slides down his zipper and pulls out his hard cock.

  My breath catches. I feel a stab of panic. He’s so big. Thick and long, the bulbous head swollen and wet. The veins swell out before my eyes. My belly turns to hot water and I whimper as Daddy strokes himself.

  He turns me around and puts my hand on his cock.

  I stroke him without being asked as Daddy squeezes my rear. He kisses the back of my neck.

  “Go upstairs, baby. Keep your hand on my cock.”

  My knees wobble as I climb the staircase. It’s awkward with the panties bunched around my thighs. Daddy’s cock is so long it feels like I’m pulling him along.

  But he’s the one pushing, his hand on my ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing, his breath on my neck sending hot chills down my back.

  My thoughts run wild as I walk into Daddy’s bedroom. The head of his cock smears over my ass, trailing hot cum.

  He turns me around and takes my hand off him. Then I open my mouth, thinking Daddy will make me do that thing I’ve heard boys like. But Daddy’s no boy and he has only one thing on his mind.

  He pushes me on the bed and bends down. Whimpering, I spread my thighs for him, and my belly tightens as his tongue hits the peak of my clit. Daddy flicks up. A jolt shoots through me, and I cry out as hot tendrils snake into my belly.

  Daddy gives me a frown. “Don’t move, baby girl. I’m giving you my all. Have you had an orgasm before?”

  I blush. “I-I’m not sure, Daddy.”

  How can I tell him the only time I’ve cum is when I imagined what he would do to me? Or my big brother Chris. I can’t admit it. And those orgasms are nothing like the hot waves rolling through me now. The buzz that flushes every inch of my skin. I’ve never been so wet. When I glance at Daddy’s massive cock, my pleasure spikes.

  Daddy climbs over my body. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  Holding my waist, Daddy rubs the tip of his cock into my entrance. My folds cling to him and I grab handfuls of the sheets, staring at his size wedged down there. Then he grimaces and thrusts through my virginity. His hand muffles my startled cry.

  My walls clench and my juices sop out. He forces his cock deeper and deeper. My walls stretch as pressure builds in the top of my pussy. I’m whimpering, the sheets swirling under my writhing body.

  “Almost there, baby.” He closes his eyes for a moment. With one last push, Daddy plunges his massive his cock deep into my pussy.

  My folds close around the base of his shaft. I feel something hot and heavy on my anus. I realize it’s Daddy’s sac.

  One by one, his fingers leave my mouth.

  “That feel good, baby?”

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  He thrusts. Long strokes then shallow, pumping between my walls, squelching in my heat. “Such a tight little pussy.”

  I bring my legs up and spread wider, opening myself to the hard pounding of Daddy’s cock. His pace quickens. I feel a hot trickling inside me that swells to a roaring tide. The itchy ache explodes, and I cry out and gasp.

  “Daddy I’m coming!”

  “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock.”

  My hips lift off the bed.

  This time Daddy doesn’t cover my mouth. His hands mash my breasts as he thrusts in my cream. His body jerks against mine and he grunts out his release.

  “You came inside me!”

  “That’s right, baby.” He kisses my forehead. “Like a daddy should.”

  I moan as he pulls out. Daddy’s hands slowly unwound from my breasts. He strokes his cock a few times and another spurt of hot cum lands on my folds.

  “Good girl.”

  My body quakes and I push up on elbows. “Oh god.”

  “What’s the matter, baby?” Daddy strokes my tangled hair. “You hurting?”

  “No—it’s Chris.”

  Daddy follows my gaze. My brother’s standing in the doorway, his face tight, staring at us. I’m so embarrassed and ashamed. Daddy’s still on top of me, his cock wet with sex resting on my thigh.

  “You had her?” Chris asks. His voice is thick. He doesn’t sound surprised.

  “Yeah,” Daddy says. “Your sister needed it more than I did. She’s ours now. ”

  My blush gets hotter and I pout. Theirs? I was already theirs.

  Chris walks over, tall and gorgeous, and he helps me to my feet. He sweeps my hair back and watches Daddy’s cum leaking down my thigh.

  “My turn,” he says.

  “Be careful with her,” Daddy says. He strokes his cock a few more times. It’s soapy with my juices. “She just lost her cherry.”

  Chris grabs my wri
st, glaring at Daddy. “I wanted to be first. I love her.”

  “So do I, boy. She belongs to both of us now. She’ll take our cocks whenever we need her. Am I right, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Your brother’s mad because he was saving himself for you. Don’t worry, boy. She has another virginity you can take. I didn’t touch her other hole.”

  My chest flutters, and it takes me a few seconds to realize what Daddy means. I blush even hotter.

  “Come on, sis.”

  Chris takes me to his room and pins me against the wall. He pulls my hands above my head and kisses my throat.

  “Want to know why I didn’t move out, baby sister?”

  “You were waiting for me,” I moan.

  “That’s right. Waiting. Wasn’t easy watching your tits come in, watching these hips get thick. Wasn’t easy sleeping at night with a wall between us.”

  “I—I’m sorry I messed up your interview.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he growls, twisting my nipples. “I got another job. The commute’s a bitch, but I don’t mind. Because you’ll be waiting for me every day at home. Dad can have you during the day, but at night you’re mine. I’m gonna take this pussy every night. And right now? I’m gonna fuck your ass.”

  He flips me around and grinds me against the wall. His hands wander down my body, squeezing and pinching. I feel his tongue on the back of my neck.

  “Your skin is so soft, sis. Fuck, you taste good.”

  “Ohhhh.”

  He slaps my ass. “First, this.”

  My brother pulls me to the bed and pins me down on my stomach. He gets on top, his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart. He bites my earlobe as he slides his cock between my cheeks, the tip nudging my asshole. I feel his cum leaking out, wetting the puckered skin of my tight hole.

  “Did you like Dad’s cock?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  My brother tenses. “You’ll love mine.”

  He eases through the muscles of my ring. My eyes shoot open and I clutch the sheets. Chris thrusts slowly, wiggling his hips, driving his huge cock through my asshole. Just like Daddy, he forces his cock deeper until his sac touches my body. My walls stretch sharply. My body shakes. Heat boils through my guts and new sensations wring me like a rag.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he growls in my ear. “I wanted to tie you up and just lick that virgin pussy and make you cum again and again.”

  I cry out, unable to speak, as fire flares in my asshole.

  “Do you know how I jacked off, sis?”

  His cock pumps slowly, dragging on the sensitive membranes of my rear passage. “H-How?”

  “I’d watch porn. I’d search for girls who look like you. I’d stroke my cock watching them get wrecked. I always cum so hard. Sometimes, I’ll steal a pair of your panties and wrap it around my cock.”

  “That’s disgusting!”

  “You don’t sound disgusted.”

  Another whimper leaves my mouth. I know my brother masturbates. I know he watches porn like I have my books. He’s just turned twenty and bursting with testosterone.

  “I want to watch you do it.”

  He pauses inside my ass. “What?”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “But not porn. I . . . ” My voice trails off as he circles his hips, stretching my asshole in new ways, his thick cock gnawing on my walls.

  “You what, sis?”

  “I want to watch you jerk off to us. To this.”

  My brother gives me a deep thrust that makes me gasp. “Watch me?”

  “Record us together. Then I want to watch you masturbate to that. No other girls. Only me.”

  He grunts as he thrusts hard into my ass. “Only you, sis.”

  I squeeze my buttocks making him grunt. His cock jerks between my walls. Then I feel his hand under me, rubbing my swollen clit, and my orgasm shatters. I cum so hard I almost black out.

  Chris pulls out and rubs his hard cock on my slick folds.

  He turns me around, kissing me hard. Then he gets his phone and snaps pictures. My pussy, my breasts, my flushed face. He runs his hand up my stomach and strokes his cock faster and faster. His whole body tenses. Ropes of thick cum splatter my tummy.

  He takes a last picture. “More than enough.”

  My brother pulls me into his arms and we lie in silence for a while. He smears his cum into my skin. Squeezing my breasts, it’s not long before his cock gets hard again.

  “I want that pussy, baby sister.”

  I pull his hand away. “Make yourself cum first. And you can’t touch me. You can’t even look.”

  “I’m not playing around, sis.”

  “You can do whatever you want to me—after.” I chew my lower lip. “You have to earn it, Chris.”

  “Dad didn’t.”

  I blush. “I’m his princess, Chris. You’re not Daddy.”

  My brother growls and cups my pussy. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Jerk off until you cum. Take your hands off me. No touching. No looking, except for those pictures. And you can’t cum until I tell you.”

  “Fuck sakes, Tracy.”

  I stroke his cock from tip to base and he jerks under my fingers. I pout my lips. “Do it for me.”

  “Fine, but I’m gonna take that pussy hard after.”

  He holds his phone overhead and strokes his cock with his left hand. He concentrates, and every muscle in his body ripples. His skin glistens faintly with sweat. The view is delicious. I reach down and rub the ache between my thighs.

  My brother mutters under his breath and strokes his cock slowly, gritting his teeth.

  “Faster,” I tell him.

  He shoots me a glare, and his eyes linger on my chest.

  “No looking!”

  He growls and goes back to stroking. I bet he wishes he’d taken better pictures—or maybe not.

  “If you cum too soon I’m going back to Daddy. He knows how to treat a princess right.”

  Chris makes a grunting noise, and his cock starts to spasm. Beads of cum form on his tip and he works the liquid under his fingers, lathering himself. His thick cock is flushed bright red. I notice his lower fingers aren’t quite touching the skin.

  “No cheating,” I whisper, staring at the way his abs contract whenever his cock twitches. “Keep your hand tight.”

  “I’m gonna make you scream when I’m done with this.”

  “If you’re done.”

  My brother licks his lip and focuses on the camera. Slowly I move between his spread legs. His body shudders when I touch his thighs. I squeeze his balls and his hips swing up.

  “What the fuck, sis?”

  “I didn’t say I wouldn’t touch you.”

  “That’s cheating,” he hisses, accusing me in that voice he’d use when we were younger.

  “It is not.” I tap the trunk of his cock with my fingers. “You cum you lose. You don’t cum on time, you lose. But if you do what I say—you win.”

  “I know the damn rules.”

  Biting down a smile, I twist together the end of my long hair. I’m glad I grew it out this winter. I can tickle his sac with it. I take a wad of hair and rub it over his balls, using the ends like a feather. I brush it up his stalk and my brother tenses so hard the muscles in this thighs pop. But I don’t touch his swollen tip gleaming with cum. The game is fair.

  “You can slow down.”

  Chris breathes hard, his chest rising and falling. The sight of his swollen cock glistening makes my pussy pulse. I pull my hair away and tap his cock head once.

  He sucks in a breath, and a droplet of white cum dribbles down his tip. He must’ve climaxed a bit. I remember how Daddy only shot out the white stuff after he came.

  But Chris shakes his head. “That doesn’t count.”

  His cock stays hard. It looks even bigger than before.

  “Okay, stop.”

  “Fuck sakes.” He glares at me. “This isn’t fair, sis. Let me nut off or my cock is
gonna burst.”

  “Hump the bed.”

  “Huh?”

  “Pretend I’m under you and fuck the bed.”

  He sits up and his abs pull tight. He grabs my ankles, his huge cock bobbing between his thighs. “I don’t need to pretend. I’m taking that pussy now.”

  “Stop or I’ll tell Daddy!”

  Those words stun him. It’s what I used to say when he got too rough when we played together. He growls, the lust in his eyes burning. His fingers slowly unwound from my ankle.

  “What do you want me to do?” he says.

  “Fuck the bed. Pretend I’m under you.”

  My brother glares at my pussy then grunts harshly. He gets on his knees and plants down his hands. My chest flutters at his body stretched out. His hard cock bends as he grinds against the mattress, and his heavy swollen balls dangle and sway. The thick muscles in his back pull together and his meaty buttocks bulge up in hard globes.

  I lick my lips and rub my clit as he does everything I tell him. The meat on his arms strain out and cords form on his neck.

  Delicious.

  A wet spot forms in the sheets. It gets bigger and bigger.

  “Fuck,” he growls.

  “Keep moving,” I say. Then I grab his balls again and they’re hot to the touch.

  “You’re torturing me,” he rasps.

  “What do you think it felt like when you fucked my ass?”

  “I made you cum, sis.”

  “It still hurt a little.”

  “This hurts a lot fucking more.”

  I can feel his balls draw up under the damp skin of his sack. He’s so close now. His body’s tensed up just like Daddy’s was.

  “Stop.”

  Chris gasps. “Give me your pussy, baby sister.” Then he adds, “Please,” and the desperation in his voice makes my clit pulse.

  “Okay.”

  “Come here,” he growls.

  I slide under him and spread my legs wide. My folds are throbbing. Watching him wasn’t easy. “But you can’t cum until I tell you.”

  “I’m gonna cum in your pussy,” he grits out.

  “When I tell you.”

  “I’m not playing,” he says, caging me under him.

  I reach down and rub my palm against his cock head. “I’m your little sister. You have to do what I say. You have to treat me right.”