Aria Carson stood before me in her room, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. “Dad, I know this is weird, but I need your help,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued and concerned at the same time about the step dad with step daughter interaction.
“What is it, Aria? You know you can talk to me about anything,” I replied, sitting down on her bed.
She took a deep breath before continuing, “I have my formal dance tomorrow, and I think my date is going to expect… more than just dancing.” She looked down at her feet, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I don’t want to disappoint him, but I’ve never done anything like that before. I need some real-world perved family experience.”
I felt a pang of protectiveness and guilt. I knew I shouldn’t be considering what she was asking, but there was something about the way she looked at me, so innocent yet filled with a quiet desperation. “Aria, I don’t know if this is a good idea. Your mother would kill me if she found out,” I said, trying to reason with her.
She stepped closer, her eyes pleading. “Please, Dad. Just this once. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just need to know what to do.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Alright, but this has to be quick. Your mother will be home soon.”
Aria smiled, her eyes lighting up with gratitude. “Thank you, Dad. You won’t regret this.”
I led her to my room, my heart pounding in my chest. I had to remind myself that this was Aria, my stepdaughter, not just some girl. But the way she looked at me, with those big doe eyes and her shy smile, it was hard not to feel a stirring of desire.
I sat her down on the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I reached out to touch her face. “Aria, are you sure about this step dad with step daughter action?” I asked, my voice low.
She nodded, her cheeks still flushed. “Yes, Dad. I want to learn.”
I leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. She hesitated at first, but then her lips parted, inviting me in. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She let out a soft moan, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair.
I broke away, trailing kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lacy bra. I traced the edge of the cup with my finger, feeling her shiver. I unhooked the bra, freeing her small, pert breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Aria arched her back, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
I moved down, kissing her stomach, her hips. I unzipped her skirt, sliding it down her legs. She was wearing a tiny pair of panties, soaked through with her arousal. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help me, and I slipped the panties off, tossing them aside.
I looked up at her, her shaved pussy glistening with her desire. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking slightly. I continued to lick and suck, her moans growing louder, her body writhing beneath me.
“Dad, that feels so good,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her tighten around me. I pumped them in and out, curving them to stroke her G-spot. She let out a cry, her body tensing as her orgasm hit her. I continued to finger her, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving.
I stood up, undoing my belt and pulling down my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and ready. Aria looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy, coating it with her juices.
“Are you ready, Aria?” I asked, my voice gruff.
She nodded, her eyes locked onto mine. I pushed into her slowly, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate me. She let out a sharp gasp, her hands gripping my arms.
“Ouch, yes,” she whispered, her eyes watering slightly.
I paused, allowing her to adjust to my size. “You okay?” I asked, concerned.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes, keep going.”
I began to move, slowly at first, but then picking up pace. Aria wrapped her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my back. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her moaning growing louder.
“Faster, Dad. Faster,” she begged, her body moving in sync with mine.
I obliged, my hips slamming into hers. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, along with Aria’s moans and my grunts. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her.
“I’m close, Aria. Where do you want me to cum?” I asked, my voice strained.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief. “Inside me, Dad. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
I groaned, my cock twitching at her words. I felt my orgasm crash over me, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum. Aria let out a cry, her body convulsing as her own orgasm hit her.
We collapsed on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. I pulled out of her, rolling onto my side. Aria snuggled up against me, her head resting on my chest.
“Thank you, Dad. That was… amazing,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.
I smiled, my heart filled with a mix of guilt and pride. “You’re welcome, Aria. But remember, this stays between us, step dad with step daughter. Your mother can never find out.”
She nodded, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. I looked down at her, my stepdaughter, my lover. I knew I should feel guilty, but all I felt was a sense of rightness. This was wrong, but it felt so right.
