Content Warning : This story has graphic sex scenes between a young woman and her stepfather. It has themes of incest, impregnation and oral sex, so if these aren't things you like, you may want to consider skipping this one.
All characters are 18 years-old or older.
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I looked for the short brunette with a slightly upturned nose whose smile would brighten any days. My stepdaughter Becky soon came into view, looking cute as a button and the spitting image of my late wife Serena. She was in her last year of college and I relished every summer break she got; with the thought that when she graduated she'd be off to make her own career and I'd see her even less.
A grin broke out when she saw me and I couldn't help but grin back. Becky reached into her backpack and pulled out a Blu Ray with a red and black plastic cover and brandished it at me. The words, "Spanish Bloodbath" were emblazoned on the cover with a picture of a grinning skeleton holding a woman. In her bag I could see a pile of other other cases.
"Another bad movie?" I said, I couldn't help but chuckle at her habit. "Please anything but one with a sasquatch in it," I begged with a smile.
"Not a sasquatch, this time, I promise; it's a Giallo, you'll love it," she said with a smile and we hugged. "But you laughed more than me at the last one, so you can't say a word." Becky poked me in the chest for emphasis; she was not one to back down from her opinion.
I drove us back from the airport and relented. "Okay, okay, one. We can watch one tonight."
She grinned at me from the passenger seat and I knew I'd made a mistake. Give this one an inch and she'd take a mile.
We made a quick dinner and I was reminded again how much like her mother she was. Serena and I both liked to cook and had a lot of dinner dates at my old apartment and I found myself repeating that same thing with Becky.
After we ate, we relaxed on the couch and sure enough the movie was so bad it was funny. We were laughing at every cheap effect and awkwardly dubbed-over line of dialogue. Becky threw her legs in my lap and I rubbed her feet as she put on the next one; she flashed me a triumphant grin while she did.
"So what have you been up to, Dad?" she asked idly.
"Same as ever, Sweety. Working and enjoying the weekends every time they come."
"Nobody new? Mom wouldn't mind. I don't think she'd expect you to stay alone when she passed."
"After you mother, it's a little difficult to settle for anything less."
"I just don't like seeing you alone, Dad," she said with a sigh, the mood souring a little bit.
This was always a sore subject and I never knew why. "If I find someone, I'll let you know."
"Good!" She said, suddenly brightening, "I'll help you look."
Now it was my turn to sigh and this time in defeat, she was a whirlwind, just like her mother.
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The next few days were relaxing. I had taken the week off so we spent the day lying back in the summer sun and enjoying the heat. Despite how relaxing the days were though, I did become a little uncomfortable. I'm not sure when it happened, but the gangly teenager that went off to college had come back as a woman. Her mother was all hips and curves and Becky was now the same.
Becky lounged in a white bikini on a chaise by the pool. It rode high on her hips and offered only a small patch to cover her womanhood. Her ample breasts were barely contained in her bikini top and as she lay on her back, they proudly stood as a monument to her beauty. When she turned over onto her stomach, her perfect bottom was on display and I saw that her bikini bottom rode high between her cheeks.
She was my daughter, but that didn't prevent my swim trunks from becoming uncomfortably tight from the sight of her cleavage and wide hips. I had to lie on my stomach to conceal the hardness that was quickly developing as I gazed at my stepdaughter. Her mother was the same way, unconsciously beautiful and I had many fond memories of us together by the pool when Becky was off to college.
My problem was only exacerbated when she insisted that I rub sun lotion on her.
"Please, Daddy?" she begged, gazing up at me with her big brown eyes and the hint of a pout on her face. Who could resist that? Not me.
I began to massage the sunscreen into her back and she immediately began to moan and writhe below me in pleasure. "Thanks, Dad, you're the best."
"Anything for you Sweety," though while I said it, I couldn't help but stare at her bottom.
"Lower, Dad," she said sweetly.
"I'm already pretty far South, Sweety," I said, minding that I was now at her waist. Her eyes were closed and I continued to stare. The bottom was cut in a revealing style and bared the soft skin of her cheeks and it took every ounce of willpower not to grope them and feel her perfection.
She gave me another pout, her eyes still closed, "But, Daddy, I don't want my bottom to get burned." She gave it a cute little wiggle, "Just lotion what the bikini doesn't cover."
I was now fully erect and straining against the netting inside my trunks. My hands reached out and what little the cloth didn't cover, I thoroughly massaged. She was in the prime of her youth and I worked to get her firm cheeks to yield. When she didn't say a word, I grew bolder; I explored her beauty further squeezing her bottom and savoring every moment.
"You can go a little harder, Daddy," Becky said with a smile. Perhaps she was still a little naive even after years in college. My hands roamed down her supple thighs and she wordlessly spread them, so I could rub every inch of her. Her skin shined from the lotion and had taken on a beautiful golden hue.
"Front now?" She asked, when I finished rubbing her down to her feet.
"You can get that yourself Sweety." I'm not sure how I kept my voice from cracking. My throat was dry from feeling her up and all I could think of was her body.
Becky brought the pout out again though, "But, you do it better, Daddy." She rolled on her back and thrust her chest upwards, showing me her wonderful pile of cleavage. I wordlessly began rubbing her stomach, massaging upwards until I reached her under breasts. It was entirely silent when I began to work my way down her front, she spread her legs. I could see the outline of her mound and a faint dimple in the fabric where it covered her slit. I began to sweat as I massaged the front of her. My hands glided over every curve and I made gentle circles on her belly. She arched her back more and I massaged underneath her breasts, the backs of my fingers brushing against them. She held up her arms and I wordlessly worked into her sides, caressing the sides of her breasts, bringing a coy smile to her lips and she gave off the smallest of sighs.
When I was done, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me."Thanks Daddy, you're the best," her arms came tentatively around my shoulders, too small to do anything but clutch at my sides and gave me a chaste kiss before settling back down with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. My erection poked into the inside of her thigh when I stood, but she didn't comment and I went for a quick swim, thankful for the cool water.
Afterwards, with some difficulty I relaxed by the pool and we soaked up the last rays of sunshine. Storm clouds gathered overhead though and we retreated back inside, away from the summer rain. She jumped on the couch and put on the next movie in the pile. It was just the right amount of bad to make us laugh and just strange enough to keep us engaged. Halfway through I came back with popcorn and she hopped in my lap and I was once again reminded of her soft curves pressing into me. A few times she wiggled her perfect bottom on my crotch and we again didn't speak of my hardness pressing against her.
The movie ended and we were both exhausted. "Goodnight, Daddy," she said sleepily, going up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss goodnight. She tasted like cherries and we lingered for a moment before we went to our rooms.
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At night I would fantasize about her body. Would she be like her mother? Squirming and moaning below me as she struggled to take my length inside her. Squirting her juices all over my erect cock, hugging me as we climaxed in a delicious union of our bodies. My thoughts turned to how she called me, 'Daddy' when I was lotioning her and I knew she was just like her mother.
Our nights became more charged as well, we were always comfortable with each other, but now she would insist on sitting in my lap. My hands would roam and she did nothing but encourage me by presenting herself more and more to me. By our third night, she was in a pair of pink panties and a t-shirt, sitting in my lap while her hand guided mine along her thigh.
"I had a good night, Daddy," she whispered. Giving me a lingering kiss and I could feel her tongue swipe across my lips. My erections were obvious and the back of her hand brushed along it and I suspected it was no accident by the way her hand didn't pull back and instead ran a small trace along my thigh.
I became aware of the soft and firm swell of her breasts as my hands roamed up her sides to brush against the sides of her cleavage. Her delicate hands grasped mine and pulled my hands to rest in the innermost of her thighs, my fingers touching her mound covered so daintily by her panties. This was too much though and I pulled back, but not before seeing the mischief in her eyes.
"No, Sweety."
"Okay, Daddy, not tonight," she whispered back.
After my shower I walked past her room, her door ajar and heard a whimper. Curious, I peered through the gap to a beautiful sight. Completely nude, Becky lay on her back, her hands worked herself into passion. I glimpsed her womanhood for the first time : Small, pink and completely shaved without a hint of stubble; her pussy was a perfect little slit and drooled with her juices as her fingers plunged inside herself; her other hand worked her tender nub and I grew hard at the sight of my daughter working herself in a lather. Becky's face was flushed and her eyes tightly shut as she focused on whatever fantasy entertained her tonight.
"Just like that, Daddy," she whispered and moaned, arching as she came. Her legs shook before finally collapsing, weakly kicking as the orgasm raked her body.
I retreated, erect and leaking precum, staining my own boxers. My mind conjured thoughts of Becky with her legs eagerly spread and taking my thrusts. I imagined she would be tight, her lips spreading around my rod as I pushed myself into her gently; before getting a tempo and thrusting into her harder and harder. The fantasies continued to plague me, but I finally fell into a restless sleep.
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I was met the next morning with a smiling Becky brandishing her laptop at me.
"I've been accepted," she said with her signature giddy level of energy.
"To what?"
