The house was a mess. Beer cans littered the lawn, and the music still blared from the speakers in the living room. Aria Banks, my 18-year-old stepdaughter, stood in the doorway, her eyes downcast, a picture of contrition – stepdad and stepdaughter face to face. Her mother and I had just returned from a weekend getaway, only to find our home in disarray.
“I’m so sorry, Dad,” she began, her voice soft and apologetic. “It was just supposed to be a few friends, but it got out of hand.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Aria, you know the rules. No perved family parties without us here.”
“I know, I know,” she said, biting her lip. “I really am sorry. Can we talk about it later? I sort of got a sunburn, and my back is really hurting. Could you maybe rub some lotion on it for me?”
I hesitated, looking at her. She was a vision of youth and beauty, her sun-kissed skin glowing even in the dim light of the hallway. She was wearing a simple sundress, the straps pulled down over her shoulders, revealing the tops of her breasts. I felt a stirring in my pants, something I quickly tried to suppress.
“Sure, Aria. Let’s get you sorted out,” I said, following her into her bedroom.
She turned to face me, her eyes wide and innocent. “Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate it.”
I watched as she slipped off her dress, revealing her perky, teen body. She had piercings on her nipples, a fact that had never been more apparent than now. I felt a surge of desire, but I tried to keep my composure.
“Aria, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice gruff.
She looked down, her gaze landing on the bulge in my pants. “I think you know what I’m doing, Dad. I saw that look in your eyes.”
I stepped closer to her, my resolve wavering. “Aria, we can’t, we’re stepdad and stepdaughter, It’s wrong.”
She reached out, her hand touching my crotch. “But it feels so right, Dad. Please, just touch me.”
I groaned, my body betraying me. I grabbed her, pulling her close, and our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I felt a rush of heat.
I broke away, my breath ragged. “You’re playing with fire, Aria.”
“I like it hot, Dad,” she whispered, her hands going to my belt. She unbuckled it, her eyes never leaving mine, and pulled down my pants, my cock springing free.
She looked at it, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and desire. “Wow, Dad. That’s big.”
I smirked, feeling a sense of pride. “You have no idea what I can do with it.”
She giggled, a sound that was both innocent and seductive. “Show me, Dad. I want to see what it feels like.”
I pushed her back onto the bed, my body covering hers. I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She was moaning into my mouth, her body writhing beneath me.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking, making her squirm.
“Dad, yes, right there,” she moaned, her hands fisting my hair.
I moved lower, kissing her stomach, her hips, her thighs. I could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. I spread her legs, looking at her glistening pussy. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
She gasped, her hips bucking. “Oh, Dad, that feels so good.”
I licked and sucked, my fingers joining in, sliding in and out of her. She was so wet, so ready. I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Dad, please, I want to feel you inside me,” she begged.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I positioned myself at her entrance, looking into her eyes. She nodded, and I pushed in, slowly, filling her.
“Aria, you’re so tight,” I groaned, feeling her grip me like a vice.
“It’s been a while, Dad,” she said, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
I started to move, slowly at first, then faster, deeper. She met my thrusts, our bodies moving in sync. The bed creaked beneath us, stepdad and stepdaughter, the headboard banging against the wall.
“Harder, Dad, harder,” she pleaded, her nails digging into my back.
I obliged, fucking her hard, my cock slamming into her. She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around me.
“Fuck, Aria, you feel so good,” I grunted, my own orgasm building.
I pulled out, flipping her over onto her hands and knees. I entered her from behind, my hands gripping her hips. I fucked her hard, my cock sliding in and out of her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
“Yes, Dad, yes,” she chanted, her body shaking with each thrust.
I could feel myself nearing the edge, my cock throbbing. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts, making her cry out.
“I’m gonna come, Aria. I can’t hold back anymore.”
“Yes, Dad, come in me. Fill me up,” she moaned, pushing back against me.
With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum. Stepdad and stepdaughter, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged.
I looked at her, my heart pounding. “We can’t do this again, Aria. It’s wrong.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I know, Dad. But it was worth it.”
