The first time I saw XXLayna Marie, she was 18, fresh-faced, and living under my roof, step daughter and step dad, for the first time. Her mother had passed away a few years back, and her father, my husband, had brought her into our home. She was a petite girl with a riot of curly auburn hair, bright green eyes, and a slim, athletic body. Her freckles dotted her nose and cheeks, giving her an innocent, youthful appearance that belied her mature demeanor.
Our first perved family encounter was awkward, as expected. I was in the kitchen, making dinner, when she wandered in, her eyes scanning the room. “Hi,” she said, her voice soft and barely above a whisper. “I’m Layna. You must be my new stepdad.”
I smiled, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you, Layna. I’m Tom. You can call me Tom.”
She shook my hand, her grip firm. “Tom,” she repeated, testing the name. “Okay.”
Over the next few weeks, we danced around each other, feeling out the boundaries of our new relationship. Layna was quiet, often retreating to her room after school, but I could see the spark in her eyes when she looked at me. It was a mix of curiosity and something else, something that made my heart race.
One evening, I was watching TV in the living room when Layna came downstairs in her onesie, her hair in a messy bun. She sat on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes on the screen. I saw her glance at me, and when our eyes met, she winked. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it sent a jolt through me. I knew what that wink meant.
I stood up, moving to sit next to her. She scooted over, making room for me. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and I could smell her scent, sweet and intoxicating. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. She responded instantly, her lips parting as our tongues met. We were kissing, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick gasps.
“Layna,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Are you sure about this? We’re step daughter and step dad.”
She nodded, her eyes locked onto mine. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you, Tom.”
I didn’t need to hear anything else. I stood up, taking her hand and leading her upstairs to her bedroom. She lay down on her bed, her onesie open, her incredible little pussy and ass exposed for me. I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees behind her and burying my face between her legs.
She moaned, her hips bucking against my face as I licked and sucked her clit. I could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my face. I slipped a finger inside her, curling it upwards to hit her G-spot. She gasped, her back arching as I fucked her with my finger.
“Tom,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. “Please, fuck me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood up, my cock rock hard and ready. I positioned myself behind her, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet pussy. She moaned, her hands fisting the sheets as I pushed myself inside her.
She was tight, her pussy gripping my big cock like a vice. I groaned, my hips moving slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to my size. She pushed back against me, her hips meeting mine as I fucked her harder and faster.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice echoing through the room. “Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me hard.”
I did as she asked, my hips slapping against her ass as I pounded into her. I could feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my cock. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in time with my thrusts.
“Oh God,” she cried out, her body tensing as she came. I could feel her juices flooding my cock, her pussy milking me as she rode out her orgasm.
I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. I lay down on the bed next to her, my cock still rock hard. She rolled over, her eyes locked onto mine as she straddled me, her pussy lowering onto my cock.
She rode me like a champion, her hips moving in a rhythm that drove me wild. I could feel her getting close again, her pussy clenching around my cock. I reached up, my fingers finding her nipples and pinching them.
“Cum on me, Tom,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want to feel your cum on my body.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I lifted her off me, my cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet pop. I stood up, my cock in my hand as I stroked it, my eyes locked onto hers. She lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with her juices.
I came, my cock erupting as I shot ropes of cum all over her body. She moaned, her hands moving to her pussy as she rubbed her clit, her body convulsing as she came again.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breath coming in quick gasps. I leaned down, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss.
“Don’t say a word,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my lips curving into a smile. I didn’t need to say anything. Our bodies had said it all.
In the weeks that followed, our relationship deepened. Layna and I found ways to be together, to explore each other’s bodies, to experience the pleasure that we brought each other. We didn’t need words to communicate, our bodies spoke for us. And in that silence, we found a connection that transcended the boundaries of our relationship. We were step daughter and step dad, but we were also lovers, and that was enough.
