“Nothing, honey,” he replied, avoiding her gaze by glancing at the television.
“Do you want me to get up?” she asked.
“No, Lila. I don’t want you to get up,” he answered. “I just…”
“What?”
His mouth hung open for a moment as though he wanted to speak, but he couldn’t find the words. Then he shook his head, sighed, and leaned his head back against the couch, closing his eyes.
Lila shifted her body in his lap and took his face between her delicate hands.
“Look at me,” she demanded.
His eyes opened, and he lifted his head, but his eyes gazed somewhere behind her. He refused to look at her.
“Look at me!” she repeated forcefully.
“Lila, I can’t!” he snapped, attempting to push her off onto the sofa.
She clung fast to him, refusing to be shoved aside.
“What’s wrong?” she shouted.
“I can’t do this,” he muttered, and he stood up, wrenching her arms away and storming down the hallway.
Lila looked longingly after him, her jaw slack with shock. Her vision grew hazy as tears stung her eyes and threatened to spill. She hoisted herself from the couch and padded quietly down the hall. Stopping in front of his bedroom door, she paused with her fist in the air, and then she rapped carefully on the wood.
“Daddy?” she called.
When he did not answer, she gently turned the knob and pushed the door open. Jack was lying on his back with his arm over his eyes.
“Daddy, are you alright?” she asked, creeping into the dark room.
“Not now, Lila,” he groaned.
“Daddy, please,” Lila begged. “Talk to me.”
She crossed the floor and lied down on the bed beside him, but she kept some space between them.
“Talk to me,” she urged him.
“I can’t talk about this,” he insisted.
Lila put her hand on his bare chest as she had so many times before, and he recoiled. She jerked it back quickly.
“What is wrong?” she demanded angrily.
“Lila, please just leave me alone for now,” Jack begged, his arm still covering his eyes.
“Why? I don’t understand!”
“Lila, leave me alone!” he shouted, sitting up and staring angrily into her eyes.
Her eyes shimmered, and her jaw went slack. The bridge of her nose began to tingle, and she turned away so he wouldn’t see. She scooted off the bed and fled from the room.
“Wait!” Jack called after her, but she slammed the door behind her and was gone.
Chapter Two
Jack sighed deeply, frustrated with himself. The way he’d reacted to Lila had been shocking and painful. He’d raised this child like she was his own for years, and now that her mother was gone, he was all she had left. That made his reaction to her all the more troubling.
When she was sitting in his lap, something had changed. Rather than feeling that familiar fatherly love for her, he’d found himself attracted to her physically. She smelled like her mother, and he noticed her body was finally filling out. The feel of her soft skin against his, and her round bottom against his groin had excited him, and he hated himself.
The last thing Lila needs is to know her stepfather has some kind of sick crush on her, he thought. But she deserves an explanation.
Jack heaved himself up off the bed and headed down the hallway. He tapped lightly on Lila’s door, and then opened it.
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his face flushing red.
He slammed the door, trying to block what he’d seen from his mind. Lila was lying on the bed wearing nothing but panties. Her hand was thrust inside them, and she was masturbating. He felt a throbbing sensation inside his boxers – the exact situation he’d been trying to avoid a few minutes earlier.
He felt the doorknob turning and he realized his hand was still frozen to it. Lila’s flushing face appeared in the crack where the door opened.
“I’m sorry,” Jack repeated quickly.
“No, I’m sorry,” Lila said. “I should have locked the door.”
“Look, I just came to apologize,” Jack told her. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I didn’t mean it.”
“Come in,” she said, hiding behind the door, but opening it wider.
Jack walked in, but he stared at the wall, allowing her to cover herself. She quickly snatched a towel off the back of a chair and wrapped it around her, and then she sat down on the bed.
“Sit down,” she said.
Reluctantly, he sat on the edge of the bed, but his eyes continued to stay transfixed to the wall.
“Talk to me,” she pleaded.
“Lila, this is something I find truly disturbing,” he said. “But you deserve an explanation.”
“Go ahead,” she urged him after a brief pause.
He gulped, and then continued, “When you were sitting in my lap, you reminded me so much of your mother. You’ve really grown up.”
He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to decide how best to tell her what had happened.
“I found myself… attracted to you, Lila,” Jack finally admitted.
“I see,” Lila said quietly.
“I’m sorry,” Jack told her, shaking his head forlornly. “I’m so sorry. I know this is horrible. I feel horrible.”
“Don’t feel that way,” Lila said quickly, placing her hand gently on his knee. “You can’t help how you feel.”
“It’s wrong, Lila,” he said. “I’ve raised you since you were just a little girl. I shouldn’t feel this way about you.”
“Why not? You’re not my flesh and blood father. What’s wrong with it?”
“I raised you! You call me ‘Daddy’, Lila. It’s wrong!”
Jack suddenly felt Lila’s lips pressed against his. Her hands clasped his face, and she straddled him. The towel she was wearing slipped away, and her bare breasts pushed against his torso. His heart began to thump erratically, and his lips parted and allowed her soft tongue to push inside his mouth.
Despite a strong desire to push her away – to preserve the innocence of their relationship – he could not bring himself to do it. He closed his eyes and slowly pus his arms around her, enjoying the softness of her skin against him, and the softness of her probing tongue. His hands slid over her back, and she shivered under his touch.
Jack could feel his cock throbbing violently against her, and Lila could feel it, too. She wiggled her hips slightly, pressing the satiny fabric of her panties against it. It swelled and pulsed, trying to push its way through the cloth that covered them both. Lila moaned softly.
“Touch me,” she whispered into his ear.
“Lila, I…”
“Touch me!” she begged, grabbing his hand and trying to stuff it down her panties.
He froze, the tips of his fingers just inside the waistband of her panties. One finger twitched restlessly, trying to urge him on, but he could not do it.
“I can’t do this,” he said sadly, trying to push her away.
She clung to him fiercely, her arms squeezing his neck until he could scarcely breathe. He grasped her arms and tried to pry them away, but she held fast.
“No!” she cried. “Don’t push me away!”
“Lila, please,” he begged. “This is inappropriate!”
“It’s not!” she insisted. “Mother’s gone, you’re single now, and I need you!”
“You don’t need me to take advantage of you! You need me to be your father!”
“You’re not my father, Jack!” she shouted, her arms still wrapped firmly around his neck. “I don’t need a father, I need you!”
Jack buried his face in Lila’s hair and breathed in deeply. He felt a twinge of loss as he remembered how her mother had smelled the same. His cock was still trying desperately to push its way out of his boxers, and it ached. He wanted her badly, but he shuddered to think what her mother would say if
she knew he felt this way about her daughter.
“Your mother would be so upset…”
“No, she wouldn’t,” Lila told him. “I’m eighteen, now. And she wouldn’t want you to be alone forever.”
“But you’re my daughter,” he argued.
“Stepdaughter,” she reminded him. “Please. Touch me.”
His resolve was beginning to break. He found his hands slowly wandering down the silky skin of her back, and they came to rest on her butt. It was soft and round underneath the satiny fabric of her panties, and he squeezed it lightly, parting her butt cheeks and imagining his cock sliding inside her.
“Oh, God,” he whispered into her hair, finding it increasingly difficult to fight temptation.
“I want you,” she whispered.
Jack felt her tongue slowly tracing the contour of his ear, and her breath was warm on his neck. He could suddenly feel the warmth of her wetness seeping through his boxers, and his dick pulsed angrily as it tried to find its way inside her.
His fingers slipped underneath the fabric of her panties in the back, and he could feel her slippery dampness on their tips. His cock swelled further, and he began to feel as though it might eventually burst.
He pushed one finger past her labia and tried to push it inside her, but his hand wouldn’t reach that far. She purred softly in his ear, and he struggled reach further inside her panties.
Lila wriggled out of his lap and flipped onto her back on the bed beside him. He could see her pink nipples hard and excited at the tips of her round breasts, and he immediately lowered his head to take one between his lips.
“Touch me, Daddy,” she begged, taking his hand and placing it on her panties.
He could feel her mound swelling underneath the thin fabric of her panties, and her wetness soaked through them. He cupped her mound gently, pressing the tips of his fingers through the fabric and pressing against her clitoris.
She moaned softly, relishing his warm mouth on her nipple, and the firm pressure of his fingers pushing against her through her underwear. She moved her hips slightly.
Jack lifted his hand and placed it on her stomach. It was mostly flat, with just a slight roundness. His hand gently stroked over the swell of her belly and his fingers slid underneath the waistband of her panties. He felt a soft tuft of hair on her mound, and he pushed past it and spread her labia with his fingers.
“Yes,” Lila whispered. “Touch me.”
His fingers slipped between her labia and rubbed across her clit. He gathered some of her juiciness on his fingers and pressed it against her button, and she gasped joyously.
His lips found hers, and he could feel her breath hot and ragged on his face as he kissed her. She purred gently through his lips, the muffled sound exciting him tremendously.
Jack slid off the edge of the bed and pushed her knees apart, grasping the waistband of her panties and yanking them forcefully down. She wiggled, helping him remove them, and he tossed them aside. In the dim light, he marveled at the rosebud beauty of her labia. He pulled them apart and panted anxiously at the glistening glory of her pinkness. He paused, worried he was going too far.
“Please, Daddy,” she whispered. “Please do it.”
He needed no further urging. He leaned forward and lowered his head, his tongue snaking through her slit and tasting her honey sweet wetness. He pushed the tip lightly inside her and then licked up over her clit. She shuddered with pleasure as his warm, moist tongue slipped over her.
His tongue pressed firmly against her button, and he began to slide it up and down against it. He felt Lila’s fingers slip inside his hair as she pushed his head against her. Her narrow hips began to grind, and her voice purred softly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes!”
His tongue began to flick rapidly over her clit, and she cried out with joy. Her hips wriggled faster, and her breath began to escape in shuddering gasps. Jack tried to push his finger inside her, but he was met with resistance. He froze.
“What’s wrong?” Lila breathed, sitting up slightly and staring at Jack.
“Are you… are you a virgin?” he asked, his eyes wide.
“Yeah… why?” she asked, confusion wrinkling her face.
“My God,” he muttered, standing up and backing away.
He looked down at Lila’s beautiful young body lying spread across the bed like an all-you-can-eat buffet. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to yank her legs apart and shove his cock deep inside her. He wanted to ravage her. But this was his stepdaughter, and she was still innocent.
“I can’t, Lila,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
He turned, and fled the room.
Chapter Three
Lila sighed heavily and collapsed backward. This rollercoaster of emotions wasn’t doing much to help her, and the pain of her mother’s death was still raw in her heart.
She need to be close to someone. More specifically, she needed to be close to the one man who had always been there for her, and it was apparent to Lila that neither of them would be able to contain their passion for one another for much longer. She couldn’t even sit in his lap without his passion for her overflowing, and she couldn’t even close her eyes without picturing him touching her naked body. There was no going back now. She wanted to push forward.
For a while, she lay there nude on her bed staring at the ceiling and wondering what she should do. She felt like crying, but the tears would not come. Finally, she decided to make her move.
She crept back down the hallway to Jack’s room, and she slowly peeked inside. He seemed to be asleep.
“Daddy?” she whispered, but he did not respond.
She moved closer and repeated her call, but he didn’t respond. She slowly peeled the sheet away, revealing his body in the pale moonlight that filtered through the curtains. She laid her hand over the top of his boxer shorts carefully and felt the swell of his cock underneath. She had never touched one before, and she found it intensely thrilling.
She began to stroke it gently, teasing it through the loose fabric of his boxers. At first, it didn’t respond. However, soon, it began to stiffen considerably. Her heart fluttered excitedly at the reaction, and she longed to tear off his boxers and see it in its full glory.
Cautiously, she pressed the palm of her hand more firmly against the bulge that rapidly swelled against her skin. She still stroked it softly, careful not to awaken him. She lowered her head and touched her lips lightly against the fabric of his boxer shorts.
She glanced up at his face, and she could see his eyelids fluttering rapidly in the dim light. Perhaps he was dreaming of her. She slipped her fingers carefully inside the waistband of his boxers and attempted to pull them down as slowly as she could. They stuck underneath him, and she was afraid to tug harder lest she wake him.
She managed to free the top half of his cock from his boxers, and she stared at it breathlessly for a moment. She had never seen one that wasn’t in a video or a magazine, and it excited her tremendously. She felt her labia swelling, and a gentle tingling spread between her legs. Her heart fluttered more rapidly than before.
She bent her head down and wrapped her soft lips gently around the head. The skin was slick and soft in her mouth, and she ran her tongue in circles around the head, enjoying the smoothness against it.
Jack stirred lightly, and Lila froze. She waited patiently, barely breathing, for him to settle back into his shallow, rhythmic breathing, and then she lowered her head and began to taste him again.
As her soft lips wrapped around it, and her warm, moist tongue swirled around it, it grew harder and harder. Lila felt it begin to pulse against her tongue, twitching excitedly. She felt the tingling between her legs intensify.
Jack shifted slightly, and she took the opportunity to tug at his boxer shorts. They slipped down easily, and she was able to wrap her hands around the shaft. She started massaging it, stroking it with her bare hands as she sucked it more forcefully.
She he
ard him moan quietly in his sleep, and she nearly gasped aloud in excited response. Her inner thighs began to quiver, and she struggled to keep herself from mounting him then and there.
Lila ran her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the head, and then she ran her tongue around the head and back down. His cock throbbed wildly, and he groaned in response. Now, her entire body was quivering. She couldn’t contain herself. She wanted him – needed him.
She pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. Carefully, she climbed on top of him. His cock pressed hard between her legs, and her intense wetness dripped onto it, lubricating it thoroughly. He still slept soundly as she moved carefully so as not to jostle the bed. She rubbed her swollen labia against his stiff cock, and it pushed angrily against her slit. Finally, it slipped between her labia and began to brush against her clit. She bit her lip in order to remain silent as moans of pleasure threatened to escape her lips.
She felt his dick throbbing against her, the head beginning to search for her opening. She sat back against it, pushing it lightly against her hymen. It stung slightly as it pushed its way toward her maidenhood.
She wanted him to be awake to experience it. She wanted to see the look on his face when he realized he’d just taken her virginity. She wanted him to know that he was her first, and that it had been her choice. She pushed his cock as far into her as it would go, and then she wiggled her hips. She stirred slightly, but did not wake. She cleared her throat loudly, but he still slept.
“Daddy!” she said loudly, and he startled awake.
Jack’s eyes widened in shock, and he quickly said, “Lila, what are you…”
She leaned forward, put her finger to his lips, and said, “Shh. I want this, Daddy.”
With that, she pushed back against him until a fiery sizzle tore through her. His cock ripped her hymen apart, and she gritted her teeth and gasped as the pain shot through her.
Realizing what had just happened, Jack looked horrified. For a moment, he wanted to take it back. But seeing his beautiful stepdaughter and her beautiful, naked body on top of him, he was overwhelmed with passion. His hands went up to caress her cheeks, wiping away a stray tear that fell down her face – a product of the pain of her deflowering. They trailed down the soft skin of her neck to cup her supple breasts, and his thumbs brushed against the nipples, causing them to stiffen. They slid further still, down the smoothness of her slightly rounded belly, until they rested on the spot where her hips met her thighs.
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