by Angel Honey
All characters in this story are over 18 and not blood related. Any resemblance to you, people you know, and anyone else (alive or dead) is definitely a coincidence.
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He threw down his wallet and keys, knocking his stepdaughter’s keys from the credenza they kept in the hall. “Fucking hell,” he said under his breath, reaching down to scoop them up and put them away. For a man who’d just celebrated his second wedding, he really wasn’t in the best mood.
His fucking wife—a woman he loved, even if she did have a tendency to drink three damn bottle of wine—had passed out in the bridal suite. Once he’d finished removing her white heels and rolling her to her side, he’d left for a breath of fresh air. The drive by the coast had cleared his head, but he still wasn’t over his annoyance.
A man was entitled to sex on his wedding night.
But not him and not tonight. Steve hadn’t gone so far down the path of depravity that he’d push back his wife’s skirts and rut her in her sleep. Sure, maybe he’d considered it for a minute—her long, tanned legs and sleek neck had looked beautiful in the moonlight flowing in through the curtains. But it just didn’t feel right.
At least at home, he could kick back with some video games and beer. He’d be back and tucked in beside Jillian before she woke up and noticed that he was gone. They’d share French toast, orange juice and waffles together in the morning without her being aware that he’d spent his wedding night hunting terrorists online.
In the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door, grabbed a can of beer, popped the top and took a long swallow. It slid down his throat, icy cold, and he sighed with contentment. Some of the stress lifted from his shoulders, melting away as the alcohol did its work in his body.
Once he shut the door, he craned his neck toward the stairs. He could hear a sound floating down, drifting through the hall to the kitchen. It sounded like someone crying.
Putting aside his beer, he climbed the steps cautiously. He didn’t want to interrupt Aria and Jake, if she’d brought her boyfriend home. Young punk, he thought, thinking of Aria’s boyfriend’s shaggy hair and baggy pants. Nothing about that boy fit right. He was drifting through college on his parents’ dimes while Aria worked hard to make sure she didn’t put the same burden on her mother and her step-father. She’d paid for her first two semesters and already had enough for the next two in the bank.
He hit the top of the stairs and his suspicions were confirmed. She was crying. Unsure whether he should go see what was wrong or continue to his room, change and then hit the basement game room, he stood silently in the hallway. He hated to hear the girl cry; she was a nice person and a good daughter, even if she wasn’t related to him. He’d been dating her mom for years, but she’d refused to marry until her little girl was out of the house.
Steven was somewhat surprised that Aria had decided to come home tonight. She had a dorm and her loser boyfriend had a place off-campus. He assumed she stayed over there sometimes, but tried not to think about it too much. If he did, he started thinking about the firm skin he’d noticed in the pool when the three of them went away for Christmas at the end of Aria’s first semester.
Jillian had passed out—from exhaustion, not from wine—and so Steve and Aria had agreed to meet at the pool. He’d grabbed a sparkling water for her and a soda for him, then headed down. When she got there, he looked up, stared and his flaccid penis grew harder than he’d felt in years.
She was a goddess wrapped in a tight white bikini. The cups over her breasts were connected with strings. Another wrapped around her back and two more over her arms. The fabric that covered her sweet pussy was also white, and tight against her mound so that he could see the outline of her sex. It was attached to the barely-there back of the suit with another string.
Jesus, he’d thought, seeing Aria as a woman for the first time. Not wanting to horrify her, Steve had waved and then swam to the back of the pool. His luck was working against him, though, because she ran down to the end and stood over him, giving him the perfect angle to check out her crotch in the thin, white bikini bottoms.
“Daddy,” she’d said in a plaintive tone. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t wait for me. We could have walked down together.”
“I got you a drink,” he said, his tongue tripping over his words. He gestured to the drinks by the towels he’d also grabbed. “Have some.”
“I will,” she said, grinning and flipping back her long hair. “But first I think we should go for a swim. Can you pull me around the pool the way you did when I was a kid?” He used to let her wrap her arms around his waist, and then he’d walk around the pool, pulling her fast while she laughed and laughed.
“Sure, honey,” he said. She turned and placed a delicate foot on the ladder. He studied the slender line of her leg and felt his rampant erection tighten. If he hadn’t been in the pool, there’d have been a wet spot on the front of his trunks. Pinching his thigh hard to quell the inappropriate reaction, he’d moved back to make room for her.
She slid into the pool, then made for him. Once she was close, she treaded water and met his eyes. “It’s too bad Mom fell asleep.”
“It is,” he agreed. If Jillian had been at the pool, he wouldn’t have noticed his step-daughter.
“At least we’re together, daddy,” she said, moving closer. Her breasts brushed his chest, separated only by the white cloth. He wanted to yank it aside and pop one of her firm tits into his mouth, but knew he couldn’t. “Oh, I have something to tell you.”
“What’s that?” He swam a little farther away, pretending to be interested in the water slide.
“I didn’t do so good in French.”
“What do you mean?”
“I kind of failed.” She bit her lip and bobbed up and down. Her breasts appeared over the water, then sank beneath, then appeared again.
“How is that possible?”
“Too many late nights with friends, I guess. It was an 8am class.” She looked properly ashamed—he couldn’t imagine the girl failing French.
“Well, don’t worry about it,” he finally said. “We all fuck up sometimes. You’re doing well in your other classes, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re fine. Come on, I’ll tow you around in the shallow end.” She followed him out, then wrapped her arms around his waist once she was close enough. His cock, having finally deflated, roared back to life.
Laughing, she tightened her arms and kicked out with her legs. “Faster!” He moved through the water, gritting his teeth against the agony in his trunks. He’d never wanted to fuck so badly before, and never been so forbidden from the object of his desires. Every brush of her soaking body against his had his cock twitching. When her flat palms flirted with the waistband of his trunks, his breathing grew shallow.
“I’m really tired, honey,” he said at length, breaking away. “I’m going to head upstairs.”
“Daddy, wait.”
“What?”
“Can you go down the waterslide with me first? I’m scared to go up there on my own.” He looked at her pouting face and sighed. Ever since she was little, Aria had been scared of heights, but his girl loved waterslides.
“Come on.”
She went up first and he followed her. Even though he knew it was wrong, he stared at her ass and pussy moving above him, imagined pressing his face to her sweetness. Once they were both on the platform, he sat down and opened his legs, pushing his cock hard against his waistband so that maybe she wouldn’t feel it.
She climbed between his spread legs, sat down and shook her butt a little, nestling in against him. “Wrap your legs closer,” she said, putting a hand on either of his thighs.
His cock jerked so hard that he didn’t understand how she didn’t notice. He just thanked his lucky stars. Then he pushed off the top and they slid down the slope together, crashing into the water
at the bottom. Once they emerged from the pool, she toweled off her slender, sexy body while he tried not to stare.
“This was fun, Daddy,” she said, sucking her pink bottom lip into her mouth. “Let’s do it again sometime.”
When he’d stripped the dress of his wife in the hotel sweet, Steven was ashamed to say that her bridal lingerie—all white—had made him think of Aria. Her mother lacked some of her softness, her sweetness, but he did love her. He did.
Even though he jerked off thinking of her daughter. His daughter.
Too many nights since the pool, he’d been pressed against the tile walls of the shower he shared with Jillian, his eyes clenched tight. He’d run a fist up and down his heavy cock, stroking himself to orgasm while thinking of running his hands over Aria’s smooth, tanned skin. He’d imagine his cock blowing his load onto the small of her back or her face, how it would screw up when the white liquid sprayed across it.
It was the one thing he didn’t share with his wife.
Sometimes he’d been glad when Aria met her boyfriend and stopped coming home from college for weekend visits so frequently. It had given him a chance to throw himself into his relationship and he’d tried to stop thinking about Aria. But by the end of any week, he’d give in, unable to fight his twisted longings. He’d crawl back into the shower, his cock a furious red, and stoke until he came.
Even though he’d pledged to keep his distance from her, he couldn’t ignore her crying. It wasn’t her fault that he was a beast who yearned for her supple body.
He pushed open her door. “Aria, are you okay?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice, coming off the bed wild-eyed. Seeing it was Steven, she calmed down. “What are you doing here?”
“Your mother took advantage of the wine at the reception. I thought maybe I’d play some video games and have a beer or two while she slept it off.”
“Fine,” Aria said, sitting back on her bed. She crossed her legs, the short dress she’d worn to the wedding teasing the tops of her thighs. It was a light peach color with fabric that was frothy at the ends. He imagined he could see straight to her panties if she just moved a little more.
“Why are you crying?”
She looked angry for a minute, but then her face crumpled. “Jake dumped me.”
“What?” Steven was genuinely shocked. Aria was out of her boyfriend’s league and he’d assumed that she, not the loser, would be the one to end it. “Why would he do that?”
“Be-because I wouldn’t give it up,” she said tearfully, her face buried in her hands.
“Oh,” Steven said, clearing his throat and fighting the blush that rose to his cheeks. He wished desperately that he could hand this situation off to his wife. But it was just him and Aria. “Well, I’m proud of you for doing what you thought was right.”
“Right.” Aria scoffed, looking at him through her fingers. “What’s right about wanting to fuck your daddy so much that you can’t bring yourself to do it with another man?”
“What?” Steven was sure he’d heard her wrong. He shook his head. “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” she said bitterly, sitting up straight and moving her leg so that her bare, warm skin pressed against his. “I said that I want to fuck you so badly that I can’t imagine letting anyone else have me first.”
“Aria, I married your mother today.”
“I know,” she said defiantly. He remembered that look on her face when she’d been caught with a bottle of wine, drinking the sweet alcohol with her best friend years before. It was a look that said she knew she was wrong, but she wasn’t going to apologize for it. “But it doesn’t change how I feel. I’ve been trying ever since the first visit home from college when I saw you fixing the washing machine.”
“I don’t understand.” Maybe Steve didn’t, but his dick did. It was swelling in his wedding pants, pressing hard against his boxer briefs. He was glad he’d worn tight ones to hold back the swollen organ. His brain told him to tell her it would go away and then to get out, go back to the bridal suite and lie down next to his wife.
His cock was giving him different advice.
“That was the first time I ever really saw you, saw you.” Her voice was thick with tears. “You stood up and your chest was so muscular and you smiled at me and said hello and I realized that your face is so handsome. Then you leaned over to get a wrench and your ass—it’s better than any of the guys I’ve met in my classes. Every night, I think of you fucking me, taking my virginity.” The defiant look on her face crumpled and she started to cry again. “And now you married my mom and I hate myself for thinking about you this way. I hate that I want you so much. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He put an arm around her and pulled her close, wanting to calm her down. “It’s okay, sweetie,” he said. “We can’t always help how we feel. What’s important is what we do with those feelings.” He was saying all the right words, but his scumbag brain wanted her to tell him to fuck off, and then climb into his lap. She’d find him hard and ready, a pole for her to slide down.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” She looked up at him, her face bathed in faint light. Aria truly was beautiful, he thought. A man’s dream.
“Yes,” he said in a deep voice. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
She searched his face, then reached down to take his hand in hers. She brought it to the front of her dress and pressed his palm against her firm tit. He shuddered. “Don’t you think I’m sexy, Daddy?” She asked.
“Yes,” he said. He knew he was damned by his single word, but he couldn’t help himself. She moved her hand off of his, but he left it on her body. He could feel her budded nipple hard through the fabric of her dress, the warmth of her skin where her cleavage was bared to him.
One of her hands went to his leg. She stroked it in gentle circles, moving closer to his cock with every rotation. Aria met his eyes and pursed her lips, wetting them with the very tip of her tongue. “If you fuck me tonight, no one will ever have to know. We don’t ever have to do it again. I just want you to make me a woman. Show me what I’ve never had, and I’ll never ask again.”
She pulled back, then slid to her knees on the floor. Moving in front of him, she reached up and pulled his shirt free of his pants, then popped open the button. “Do you want this?” She looked up at him through her lashes. Her eyes were on fire with longing. He was lost.
“Yes.”
Aria made the same sound she made whenever she bit into chocolate when she pulled out his cock. He almost spilled at the sensation of her smooth skin against it.
“You’re so hard, Daddy,” she said, staring at his manhood. The throbbing head at the top of his shaft was so tight that he was almost in pain.
“You make me hard,” he told her. “Suck it.”
Her tongue flicked out and licked the swollen head, tasting a drop of pre-cum that had appeared. She moaned, the vibrations singing over his skin and making him fight not to buck his hips. She moved her grip to the base of his cock, then covered it with her lips.
He moaned, his head rolling back when she stared to feed him into her mouth. It was so wet and hot that he almost came as soon as his cock rubbed over her tongue. Steve reached out and took her head in his hands, moving it slowly up and down his shaft. With each stroke, he pushed more of his erection into her mouth.
“You’re so good at this baby,” he said, beginning to thrust toward the back of her throat.
“I’ve been practicing for you,” she said. He was torn between arousal at the thought of her on her knees for other men and anger that he wasn’t the first in her pretty pink mouth.
“God,” he groaned when she popped her mouth off the head and swirled her tongue over it. “I’ve been thinking about you for months.”
“Really, Daddy?” Her voice was muffled around his erection. He didn’t ever want her to stop. Her mouth was so hot and wet that it was like fucking a pussy.
“Ever since I
saw you—.” He pushed hard, hitting the back of her throat before pulling out. “In that—.” Another stroke in. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate him. “Damn white bikini.”
“I hoped you’d turn around and fuck me that night,” she said, moving her head back. “I could feel your cock against my ass.” She put her lips back on his tight shaft and started to suck. His hips jerked and then he started to come, filling her mouth with his creamy white liquid, lashing rope after rope over her tongue. She swallowed every drop, purring happily.
After he’d gotten his breath back from the mind-blowing orgasm Aria had given him, he’d looked down at her. She was lapping at his soft cock, making sure every trace of cum was cleaned from his skin.
“You’re a good little cocksucker,” he said. Her eyes widened and she squirmed. “Does that make you wet?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He reached down to help her up, then looked at her tight, slender body. She was so sexy that his already-satisfied dick started to stir again.
“Will you strip for me?”
“Yes.” He sat down on the bed and she flipped on her radio. Some good, old rock blared out of the speakers, and she adjusted the dials to make it a little softer.
“I’ve always wanted you to see me naked,” she confessed, reaching back to unzip her dress while he watched with hungry eyes. The strap fell down one shoulder and she turned so he could see the long line of her back. “I’ve been touching myself all semester, imagining the way you’d touch me.”
At her words, his hands flexed. He wanted them on her body.
“And now you’re going to make me a woman,” she said. “Daddy, I’m so glad it’s going to be you.”
“It’s wrong for us to do this,” he said, growing harder when her light blue panties and bra came into view. “Very bad.”
“I know, Daddy,” she pouted. The dress fell completely off and she turned, clad only in heels and undergarments. The swell of her breasts rose and fell over the blue lacey cups with each breath she took. “I’m bad.”
