Reunited Steps (Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance)

by Fiona Layne

  I smile to myself, my head still resting against my arms as I stare down at the floor, another fresh glob of cum trickling out.

  "So am I, bro, so am I." It's good to have family.

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  Washing the Step

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  With a broken arm keeping Mandy from properly washing herself, it's up to her step dad to lend her a helping hand. His strong and masculine touch is more of a turn on than the beautiful young woman anticipates, though, and her broken arm means she's unable to even pleasure herself in response.

  Once again, it falls upon her alpha father to help out. Even though they both know it's terribly wrong, neither of them can resist. Mandy is in for her first fuck, and it's going to be hard, fast, and without protection!

  Washing the Step

  I don't know if I would consider myself a prude, but there are definitely certain things that I consider improper and rude, and I don't stand for them. When I married my wife ten years ago she was raising her eight year old girl on her own. Thank goodness I came along, as Mandy was quite a handful and my wife was at her wits end. But it didn't take me long to step in and assert some authority.

  There was no more screaming and whining at the table and everyone had chores to do. As Mandy got older and would start spending more than ten minutes in the shower I would rap on the bathroom door to hurry her up. I knew what teenagers did if they were left alone for too long, and it was disgusting. It wasn't that I thought she would never masturbate, but let her do it in her bedroom instead of spending an hour in the shower wasting water.

  My sex life with my wife Brenda was pretty vanilla, but that's the way I liked it. I think she felt the same way, and never urged me to do anything more nasty. I didn't mind laying between her legs and doing all the work, that was what a man was supposed to do, after all. Occasionally, if we were feeling adventurous, I'd take her from behind while she got on all fours. I think I probably enjoy sex more than my wife, but I'm fine with the couple of times a week that we do it. Although sometimes she does make me feel like she's doing me a favor, but I don't like to discuss it with her so I don't complain.

  So maybe we were both prudes to some extent, but as far as I was concerned, I did what needed to be done to keep our little family running smoothly.

  Brenda had a very good job as Vice President of marketing at a large fortune 500 company and would frequently have to take trips out of town. Due to a recent large acquisition, her company was making her spend about a month travelling through Brazil, Argentina, Chile, and a few other countries. She had to train staff, meet with some of the biggest customers and do whatever it is marketing people did. Truth was I didn't know a lot about her job, but that was fine by me. I had my own work to do as a writer from my home office, although working from home often meant that I was the one primarily taking care of Mandy.

  Over the ten years I've been her dad, I'm pretty proud to say that I don't think she even thinks of me as a step father anymore. Her real father was quite a prick, as I understand it, and moved to Australia after meeting a younger version of his wife soon after the divorce was final. Truth be told, I think he had met her long before the divorce was even on the table, but that's also something we don't really talk about. He's barely contacted Mandy since he left. I adopted her officially when she was eleven and think of her as my daughter now as well.

  It was the night before Brenda's big trip when Mandy had her accident. She had been in her gymnastics class, learning a new tumbling routine for the cheerleading squad she was planning on trying out for in college, and she took a bad fall, breaking her arm in two places. We spent the night in the hospital getting a cast on her, and Brenda was concerned about leaving the next day.

  "I should just postpone the trip," she said as we sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for the doctor to finish setting the cast.

  "Nonsense," I said. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of Mandy myself. She's 18 years old now anyway, she's not a baby anymore."

  "I know, but it's still not going to be easy with her in a cast. I could help..."

  "I don't want to hear another word about it," I said. "Go on your trip, it's important."

  We both knew this was true. Brenda's boss was a hard ass and would look at her postponing for something like this as a sign of weakness, perhaps second guessing whether he made the right choice in putting a woman in this high of a position. So Brenda agreed and left the next morning as planned.

  The first day was fine, Mandy spent most of it resting. Luckily it was summer so she wasn't in school, she was due to start college in a couple of months. The next day, however, we ran into our first issue.

  "Uh, dad?"

  "Yes dear?" I asked, not looking up from my newspaper.

  "I was thinking I kind of want to have a shower..."

  "Ok, that's fine," I said, looking up at her as I wondered why she felt the need to let me know. She was standing in front of me at the breakfast table in a pair of light flowered pajamas. The top was sleeveless, as anything else was hard to pull over the cast. We decided that if she was just hanging out around the house she wouldn't bother getting dressed in anything more complicated. I couldn't help but notice how tight her body was. All of the time she spent cheerleading and in gymnastics had paid off. Her tummy was very flat and she had a fabulous ass.

  "Well... it's just that, with the cast..."

  Oh right. She can't get that wet. The doctor mentioned that she could wrap it in a plastic bag, but unless it was done very carefully the water would still get in and that would damage the cast.

  I stood up and walked over to the sink, fishing around underneath for a garbage bag. We got some tape and scissors and spent about twenty minutes trying to wrap her arm securely. For some reason, I just couldn't seem to get the bag tied securely enough, too afraid to apply too much tape directly to Mandy's arm or tie it too tightly for fear of cutting off her circulation. And with only one good arm she wasn't much help.

  I looked at what we had done and frowned. "That isn't going to be waterproof," I said. Mandy agreed.

  "Well, the alternative is you'll have to keep your arm out of the shower. Actually, better yet, you'll need to take a bath. Then you can just hang it out of the tub."

  We went upstairs and drew a bath. I filled it only half way as I didn't want to take a chance that it would get the cast wet, then turned to go. "Let me know if you need anything," I said.

  I had just reached the bottom of the stairs when I heard her calling for me. I turned around and went back up, knocking softly on the door before entering. "What is it?" I asked, cracking the door just a bit so she could still have her privacy.

  "Well I can't really wash myself," she said. Unfortunately she was right handed and that was the one she had broken, and I knew she was pretty useless with her left. I sighed. "I guess I'll have to help you then," I said as I pushed the door open.

  "Dad!" Mandy exclaimed, sinking suddenly lower into the bubbles to hide her naked body.

  "Well what is it you expect me to do, Mandy? For God's sake, if you want help I'm going to have to come in here. Quit being a baby, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before!"

  I grabbed a fresh washcloth and knelt down in front of the tub. It had been years since I had actually helped her in the bath or seen her naked, actually. When I married her mother she was already eight years old and st
arting to want her privacy. By about ten I think she was pretty much taking care of everything on her own.

  Because I had only half filled the tub, as low as Mandy had sunk, her breasts were still above the water and bubble bath line. I initially tried to avert my gaze, but I had already gotten an eyeful when I'd first opened the door. Her B cup size breasts were as fantastic as the rest of her body, and they were topped with small pink nipples and matching areola. Now that I was kneeling in front of the tub, it was hard not to stare. Luckily for me, Mandy had closed her eyes, likely in embarrassment, so I didn't have to worry about her noticing how long I admired her tits.

  I squirted some body wash onto the small towel and started rubbing it onto her chest. I could feel the hardness of her nipples underneath the cloth as I pressed down with it, lathering her breasts and the top of her chest in earnest. I think I spent a little bit too much time soapy up her chest, but her breasts were so gorgeous and felt so soft under my hand. I had to shake my head to snap myself out of it. She was my daughter, for God's sake.

  I continued to lather her up, running the cloth along her left bicep and onto her forearm. I did her face and neck next, and made sure to wash behind her ears.

  "Keep your eyes closed, I'm going to shampoo now so it can sit for a few minutes," I said. I poured a bit of shampoo onto her head and ran my fingers through her long blond locks. It felt good to slip my hands through the wet softness of her head and for a second I thought I heard her make a little moan. It was probably my imagination.

  After working the shampoo into her head for a few minutes, I dropped my hands into the tub to rinse them off and grabbed my washcloth again. "Ok honey, I'm just going to wash the rest of your body and then I'll rinse off the shampoo."

  "Ok dad..."

  I hope you enjoyed the first few pages of Washing the Step. You can find the rest on Amazon, as well as the titles on the following pages!

  Step Wager

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  Bethany is home from boarding school and she's learned a few things in getting ready for college. One of those things is how to play poker and win. So when she makes a bet against her hot step dad, he never stood a chance.

  That's why she made sure the stakes were high. She was betting her very virginity, something she'd been anxious to lose for a while. And he was just the man to take it.

  Hard. Fast. And without any protection. Because when you play the dirty games that Bethany has in mind, you never want to play them safe!

  Busted Step

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  Beth has broken the rules of the house one too many times, and now her step dad has had enough. It was time she learned to respect his authority and stop playing the innocent young virgin.

  The thing is, Beth really is as innocent as they come, never having fucked any of her previous boyfriends.

  But there's a first time for everything, and Beth's first time starts right now. And it's going to be hard, fast, and without protection!

  Big Man, Small Step

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  When the big, black alpha man of the house catches innocent and untouched Megan showing her bare chest to a bunch of internet strangers, he asks for a private show of his own. After all, he's thought about her pale white skin for years, and figures it was time to turn his fantasy into reality.

  When Megan obliges, she's shocked to discover just how BIG this sexy older man is. Maybe just showing isn't going to be enough. Maybe it's time to finally get fucked! Hard, fast and without protection.

  The only question is, will he even fit?

  Step School: Week 1

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  After being kicked out of school too many times when she was younger, Rachel is now being denied entry into every college she applies to. No one is willing to take a chance on her, which leaves everything up to her step dad. He's the only one left to give Rachel the schooling she needs to succeed in life.

  The only problem is, he doesn't see a big future for her academically. Instead, he decides to teach this innocent and untouched young woman how to please a man, since that might be the most important lesson she ever learns.

  Rachel is about to learn how to fuck. Hard, fast, and without any protection!

  After all, the best way to learn is hands on...

  Step School: Week 2

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  After being unable to get into any colleges, Rachel's step dad has been home schooling her on how to please men so that she can eventually land and keep a rich husband. But after a week of traditional lessons on vanilla sex, he's decided to up the ante.

  After all, a rich man can have anything he wants, and what they want is often something a little bit more dirty. They want to spice things up, by venturing into a dark back door that isn't often explored.

  Rachel is about to find out that a sexy, naughty girl can have her first time more than once!

  Diapering Step

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  Angela is tired of making decisions for people at work. Just once, this young and sexy woman would like someone to make decisions for her. Like when she was a baby.

  When her step daddy hears this wish, he decides to make it a reality, complete with pacifier and diaper. But will Angela go along with this sort of taboo age play?

  Because once she gives up all control to her powerful step father, he'll begin to demand more and more from her. And if she's going to give herself up to the role play completely, she'll have no choice but to give him everything he's asking for.

  Even if he wants it hard, fast, and without protection!

  House Call

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  When Penny and her new husband have trouble getting pregnant, the first person she talks to is her step daddy, who also happens to be one of the top fertility specialists in Chicago. He tells her not to worry, and he gets her to meet him at his clinic for some tests. Although their family had never been shy, she still finds it strange to be undressed in front of her daddy, and it becomes even more uncomfortable when the examination seems to get very touchy feely.

  When Dr. Daddy calls to tell her to meet him back at his house, though, she doesn't know what to expect. Especially not that he has a very naughty solution to her fertility issue in mind, and his new examination table is her old childhood bed!

  House Call 2

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  Penny may have fucked her step daddy in an attempt to get pregnant once, but she knew it was wrong and resolved not to do it again. But after being stretched by her daddy's big cock, her husband leaves her feeling less than fulfilled.

  So when daddy calls and tells her to come back to her old house for another rendezvous in her childhood bed, she finds it impossible to refuse. After all, she was still trying to conceive, right? But then why did daddy want her to do things that had nothing to do with getting pregnant?

  If only he didn't make such convincing arguments...