Rissa May, an 18-year-old with fiery red hair and freckles across her nose, paced back and forth in her bedroom. She was on the phone with her best friend, Lily. “I just don’t get it,” she said, exasperated. “How am I supposed to know how to put a condom on? I even watched some family porn video.”
“Just try it with a banana or something,” Lily suggested. “That’s what my sister did.”
Rissa sighed, “Okay, I’ll try.” She hung up the phone and rummaged through her kitchen drawers until she found a banana. She placed it on the counter and stared at it, then grabbed a condom from her nightstand.
“What are you doing?”
Rissa jumped, startled by the voice of her stepfather, Richard Glaze. He was 38, with dark hair and green eyes, standing in the doorway with a concerned expression.
“Nothing,” she stammered, quickly putting the banana and condom away. “Just… practicing.”
Richard raised an eyebrow. “Practicing what family porn video action?”
Rissa looked at the floor, her cheeks flushing. “Just… stuff.”
Richard sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Rissa, you’re an adult now. If you have questions, you can ask me.”
Rissa looked up, surprised. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” he said, smiling softly. “I might not be your biological father, but I’m here for you.”
Rissa smiled back, grateful. “Thank you, Richard.”
The next day, Rissa was in the kitchen again, this time with a banana and a condom. She was struggling to open the packet when Richard walked in.
“Need some help?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
Rissa blushed. “Yeah, I guess.”
Richard walked over and took the condom packet from her. He opened it easily and pulled out the perved family condom. “Like this,” he said, unrolling it onto the banana.
Rissa watched, her eyes wide. “Wow, that’s actually kind of easy.”
Richard laughed. “It gets even easier with practice.”
Rissa looked at the banana, then back at Richard. “You know, Lily said I should try it for real.”
Richard’s eyes widened. “What?”
Rissa bit her lip. “I mean, I don’t have to. I just thought, since you’re here and all…”
Richard looked at her, surprised. “Rissa, I… I don’t know if that family porn video is a good idea.”
Rissa’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, okay. I understand.”
Richard watched her, his expression softening. “But… I could teach you. Just not like that.”
Rissa looked at him, hopeful. “Really?”
Richard nodded. “Yes, really. But not here. Not now.”
Rissa smiled. “Okay, when?”
Richard thought for a moment. “How about tonight? After your mom goes to bed.”
Rissa nodded eagerly. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”
That night, Rissa waited nervously in her bedroom. She heard Richard’s footsteps outside her door, then a soft knock. “Come in,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.
Richard opened the door, looking at her with a mixture of concern and desire. “Are you sure about this family porn video, Rissa?”
Rissa nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Richard walked over to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, cupping her cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
Rissa blushed, leaning into his touch. “Thank you,” she whispered back.
Richard leaned down, his lips pressing against hers. Rissa melted into kissing, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Richard’s hands slid down her body, lingering on her hips before moving to the hem of her shirt. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss only to pull it over her head.
Rissa stood before him in just her bra and jeans, her breath coming in quick gasps. Richard’s eyes roamed over her teen body, his desire evident. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with ease. Rissa shivered as the bra fell away, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
Richard’s hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Rissa moaned, her head falling back. Richard captured her mouth again, his kisses becoming more urgent.
Rissa’s hands moved to his shirt, pulling it off. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath. Richard’s hands moved to her jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down her legs.
Rissa stepped out of her jeans, standing before Richard in just her panties. Richard looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. Rissa held her breath as he slid them down, revealing her bare pussy.
Richard’s gaze lingered on her pussy, his breath coming in quick gasps. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered again, his voice harsh with desire.
Rissa reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock through his jeans. Richard groaned, his hips thrusting forward. Rissa rubbed him, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
Richard’s hands moved to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them. Rissa helped him push them down, freeing his cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly. Richard groaned, his head falling back.
“Rissa,” he gasped, “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
Rissa smiled, her grip tightening. “Isn’t that the point?”
Richard chuckled, his hands moving to her hips. He picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, then climbed onto the bed with her. His body pressed against hers, his cock pressing against her pussy.
Rissa moaned, her hips moving against him. “Richard,” she gasped, “I want you inside me.”
Richard looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “Are you sure?”
Rissa nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Richard reached over, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. He ripped open the packet, then rolled the condom onto his cock. Rissa watched, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Richard positioned himself at her entrance, then slowly pushed inside. Rissa moaned, her nails digging into his back. Richard groaned, his hips moving slowly at first, then faster.
Rissa’s moans filled the room, her body moving with his. “Faster,” she gasped, “Harder.”
Richard complied, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her. Rissa’s moaning grew louder, her body tensing. “Richard,” she gasped, “I’m close.”
Richard’s grip on her hips tightened, his body moving faster. “Come for me, Rissa,” he growled.
Rissa’s body tensed, then released, her orgasm crashing over her. She cried out, her body shaking. Richard groaned, his body tensing as he came as well.
Stepdad and stepdaughter lay there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in quick gasps. Then Richard rolled off her, pulling her against his side.
Rissa looked at him, a soft smile on her face. “Thank you, Richard,” she said.
Richard smiled back, his fingers running through her hair. “Anytime, Rissa,” he said. “Anytime.”
