Christmas carols sing through the air, as well as the sound of sweet lively chatter in the house. it's soothing just as much as the smell of freshly baked potatoes wafting through the cold air. Christmas has always been my favourite holiday, ever since I was a little girl. It didn't necessarily just have to do with essentially getting free things, but also, as much as I disliked most of my family, I still found it pleasant to watch them interact with each other. There was joy in their eyes as they caught up with each other. I hear them talk about failed relationships, and juicy stuff like random hookups and abortions distant cousins had to get. Perhaps I'm just weird, but I enjoy it, nonetheless.
"Anything I can help with mom?" I ask after walking into the kitchen. I breathe in the smell of the ham cooking in the oven and hum, "That smells delicious," I say, feeling saliva gather in my mouth.
"Just put that over there on the table," my mother says, her back still turned to me as she continues to mix something in a bowl.
At that moment my stepdad walks into the kitchen, "Anything I can do to help," He asks, a cheerful tone in his voice.
My mother points to the bowl of vegetables on her left, "Grab those," she says.
I grab my bowl first. When I turn around, I make sure to look my stepdad straight in the eyes as I pass him, swinging my hips as I move and biting my lips. I look him up and down, a seductive grin on my face as I walk past him.
I was going to leave it at that because there was no point in risking being caught doing anything suggestive to each other. I just wanted him to know that I was still sexually thinking of him. I place the potatoes on the table adorned with other foods. They all look so delicious. Tiny cube-sized meats as well as other beautifully decorated side dishes and desserts. I disliked my mother, but damn she knew how to whip up a meal.
Just as I go to turn around, I feel a looking presence over me. Quickly a muscled chest presses into my upper back, and I don't need to turn around to know who it is. I can smell his musk, his crisp perfume as well as the scent of his way too expensive aftershave; his entire being made me weak in the knees. I feel him press closer, then I feel a hardness between my ass cheeks. I know for sure it's his hard cock; pressed up against my clothes, making my skirt rise and air blow between my legs.
"God, what you do to me," Mike whispers in my ear, his previously cheerful voice I now deep husk, tickling my ear and making my pussy throb.
I brace against the table and push back against his cock, "I have no idea what you're talking about," I say.
Mike hums, unimpressed by my defiance. He grabs my hips, pushing harder against my ass. I grind back against him, shaking my ass slightly and baring it deeper between my ass cheeks.
"I'd let you fuck me over the table, but we have company," I say.
"I wanna fuck you so bad, " Mike groans into my ear.
He reaches up and grabs my cheek, turning my head to the side. He presses his lips against mine, and I return the kiss with vigour, wrapping my tongue around his as we make out hot and fast, adrenaline pumping through our veins from the possibility of getting caught. It's exhilarating, and it's taking everything in me not to lift my skirt, drop my panties, push Mike down on the table, the food scattering about and ride him hard and fast. I can picture it, his cock going so deep inside of me that he hits my cervix. It hurts so good, and I imagine kissing him as my ass slaps down on his thighs.
His tongue dives deep into my mouth, pushing my head back and his cock harder against my ass at the same time. I'm light-headed, consumed by the desire to fuck my stepdad. I know he would give it to me hard, he wouldn't care that I'm a virgin, I know it. he'd slide in slow at first, deep. Then pull back out and slam back in again, setting a breakneck speed, so fast his balls slap against my dripping pussy.
"I'd fuck you so good if only I got the chance," My dad says as he pulls away from me.
I feel abandoned. id give anything just to be pressed up against him for all eternity. It would be a dream come true.
"Please," I whine, wanting to pull him back on me.
"I'll fuck you later baby," Dad says as he walks away back upstairs, probably to go fix his hard-on.
I can only wait so long before I give into my horniness and fuck someone else in the back of a parking lot. I want it to be my father, but at this point, I'm so horny I don't care if it's my boss at work. He could fuck me over his old desk for all I care. I'll get my father to care. I'll get him to want me so bad he'd even go as far as to fuck me in front of everyone. I"d deal with the repercussions another day.
I fix my skirt and take a breather. I should probably go upstairs to change my underwear because they're soaking wet, but I like to be reminded of the kind of effect my father has on me, even if it's slightly uncomfortable.
I walk back into the kitchen to see my mom cleaning up, "Go get everyone outside and tell them to have a seat. Dinner is ready," She says to me.
"Okay," I deadpan.
She turns back around and glares at me, "Try to have a good attitude for dinner and go splash some cold water on your face, you're flushed," She says.
I smirk, knowing exactly why I'm flushed. I want to scream at her and tell her I'm flushed because her husband wants to be balls deep in my pussy, but I don't because it would ruin a dinner that hadn't even started. And as much as I want to get fucked senseless, I also really want to taste the stake.
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Everyone is gathered around the table. They chat about nonsensical things. I want to care; I really do but my mind strains on what had happened a few minutes ago. It's entirely scandalous, the thing me and my father have going on. I'm young, but it would ruin my life if it came out, my mother would disown me, and the family would never speak to me again.
And knowing all of that turns me on greatly.
"Have some vegetables," my mom says as she hands me the bowl.
The chatter stops for a brief moment, and everyone turns their attention to me. I feel tension build in my skull because god knows what they're going to ask.
"How's school going?" A distant uncle asks, his mouth puffy with food.
I decide to be honest, "I've been falling behind a bit," I say, staring shamefully down at my food.
I look up when I feel something touch my hand; it's my stepfather, "Don't worry about it," he says, "I flunked high school and look at the nice house we live in," he says, as he gestures to the room, a charming smile on his face.
I smile up at him, longer than I should've, but I didn't care if anyone thought we were being too intimate at that moment. I squeeze his hand slightly and mouth a 'thank you' at him.
We go back to our dinner, but my mind is still hazy with want. Sometimes I forget that Mike is still my father because of how bad I want him sexually. Knowing that he still cared for me as a daughter makes my chest fill with joy.
My heart is beating out of my chest, knowing that our bond is stronger than most out there, not only a family bond but a sexual and romantic one. I know he loves me more than he does my mother, he doesn't have to say it out loud. I see the way they behave around each other when they think I'm not looking. My father rolls his eyes when she isn't looking at him, and he even dares to snarl. My mother's demeanour changes when my dad is around her; she seems less bubbly.
Knowing all of it gives me hope that my father and I will make it official one day. It might not be today or for a long time, even if we have to keep it a secret for the rest of our days, I know my stepfather will gladly have me.
I wanted to touch my father, right here, right now. But I didn't know how. I couldn't touch his hand again, not without it looking obvious that something was going on. So, I decide to reach under the table slowly. My fingers touch his upper thigh first and I instantly hear his breath hitch, louder than I anticipated.
"What's wrong?" my mother asks from the other side of the table, her brows furrowed.
"It's nothing. I just remembered something at work," My father says, trying to force a smile.
I don't let his uneasiness stop me. My hand reaches higher. I feel thick muscle flexing under my palm. I've touched his thighs before. I think back to a few weeks ago when I had just sucked a cock, my father's cock. I remembered how much he had moaned and groaned from the feeling of my unexperienced virgin mouth. My tongue had licked and sucked on his cock head like it was my last meal. I wanted that feeling again. But not in my mouth, deep in my pussy this time. I'd squeeze his cock around me so good he'd moan my name and fuck me faster.
I bite a bit of my lip as my hand reaches higher. My finger brushes the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his balls. His muscles are still flexing, nervous from my administration. I didn't care that we were surrounded by family, I just wanted to feel his massive cock again, even if I risked blowing the cover of what we had going on.
My hand reaches to his bulge. I feel the weight of it under my fingers. It's clothed, but I can feel how heavy and hard he is. I know his hardness is making him uncomfortable; I can feel his throbbing cock under the material. I brush a finger up his cock, scrapping slightly from his balls to the tip of his head.
I feel his skin shiver and I look up at his face. He's conversing with my older cousin across from the table like nothing was happening. But as much as I tried to hide it, I could see the discomfort in his face.
My hand wraps around his large bulge resting on his thighs. I massage his cock, despite it being too think for my fingers the wrap around it. My father is way too big, bigger than any guy's I've seen online or any unsolicited dick pic I've ever received. It makes me want him more than anything. It makes my mouth water, water more than any of the delicious food sitting across from the table. I know his cock would taste better in my mouth. I've tasted it, after all, I know what I'm talking about.
