Pt. 04: Tides Are A'changing

This is the fourth and last part in my Tribute series. It is open ended, so if you have an idea how to continue, I invite you to publish a fifth part (you've got my authorization). Leave a comment so I can find and read it :-)

For context, read the first three parts:

Pt. 1: It Happened on a Weekend (Fetish)

Pt. 2: A Fortnight Later (Incest)

Pt. 3: Desperate for Revenge (Fetish)

Warning: Differing from my other works, this story explores family dynamics. It contains stepfather / stepdaughter teasing and interaction (no fucking), piss play and piss drinking.

Disclaimer: All characters are purely fictitious; similarities to real human beings are not intended. Any similarity is to be regarded as accidental and done without the knowledge of the author.

Copyright remains with the author.

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Watching Meg's expression of anxiety as she left her tied to her stepfather's workout machine in the basement, Kelli felt a sense of accomplishment: She had repaid Meg for her kinky games. Yet the tingling in her belly spoke of elated anticipation as she purposefully walked up the stairs.

Getting the telephone, Kelli called her stepdad in the office:

"Hi Dad!"

"Hi Darling! I'm so sorry, I couldn't do anything about it -- Mom had just called Meg. Please understand!"

"No problem, Dad. But could you come home?" Kelli asked; adding tongue in cheek "I guess you have done your work?"

"I was wondering what I wanted to do here. To be honest, I have been sitting here all morning and I just couldn't figure it out. Instead, I got some stuff done for a good start into the week, so I guess I can keep my promise at least by relieving you of Meg as soon as possible. Give me ten minutes!"

"But don't dawdle -- it's really urgent!"

"Okay, okay -- I'll run this very moment!"

And really, it didn't take seven minutes until Mr. Anderson entered the house.

"Hey Darling, here I am!" he yelled as he crossed the hallway. "I'll just pop to the loo, I need to pee badly!"

His stepdaughter had spent the time in her room upstairs. As Kelli now stormed down the stairs, her dress was lightly wafting around her, exposing large portions of her legs and a very deep-cut décolleté. Mr. Anderson noticed his pants bulging out.

'This mustn't be true -- she's my daughter!' he reminded himself

Yet he continued staring at the semi translucent fabric. It seemed designed to reveal more than for covering her stunning body.

'Have I really bought her this dress?' he thought, surprised by the sexuality exuding from it.

Realizing he'd never have wanted his stepdaughter to wear such a hot outfit, he remembered a detail:

'When we bought it, she wore it over a black top and her leggings were shining through, too. It was daring, but ...'

He stopped in his thoughts, distracted by another question:

'Why can't I see any of this today?'

His train of thinking was interrupted as Kelli reached him.

"Thank you for coming!" his stepdaughter greeted, hugging him tightly.

Obliging, she helped him remove his jacket, put his file case in the corner and even opened his belt, pulled it out -- and playfully spanked him with it. He looked at her quizzically.

"Don't you think I didn't notice!" she smirked, brushing her hand over his crotch.

He blushed: His stepdaughter had noticed him having a hard on when he shouldn't. Yet even as he thought it, he felt his penis growing. Memories of the previous weekend of Meg chaperoning his girl filled his mind, washing away everything else: He longed to see Meg again, he wanted to touch her! And now his wife's daughter was standing in front of him in the sexiest dress he had ever seen --he was going crazy.

"Will you do me a favor?" she asked with a teasingly innocent-seductive glance.

Privately, she rejoiced seeing her stepdad completely dazzled by her appearance, as he got hornier and hornier but didn't dare to interpret her question in any forbidden way.

At last he said:

"Yes, of course. I guess I owe you one!"

"Why don't you come down to the basement? I fear Meg has wet her pants on your favorite workout machine!"

There was no better way to infuriate her dad than to mess with his workout toys. But as he was so horny already, the influx of adrenaline just increased his excitement. He didn't know what to say. Instead, he ran straight down to see for himself: Hadn't he dreamt about Meg wetting herself in front of him every single night of the last week?

Meg had not been aware of anyone arriving and she lay on the bench, eyes shut, dreaming about having sex with Kelli. As the door opened, she didn't budge, assuming Kelli were back.

"See how she wet herself?" she heard Kelli say, and still kept her eyes shut. "I already cleaned most of the mess, but see for yourself!"

With this, Meg opened her eyes: Who was Kelli talking to? Shocked, she realized Mr. Anderson was staring at her.

He had not expected to find a cuffed and bound girl, breasts exposed and nipples stiffly erect due to the coldness caused by her wet tight leggings. His gaze went from her beautiful round breasts topped by clearly defined areolae framing hard nipples, across her belly, to be caught by her drenched leggings clearly defining the outline of her shaven vulva. Those pants were obviously soaked in her pee. He'd smell girl's pee right as he'd opened the door. He was furious and terribly turned on at once. This girl was so amazing; he longed so to touch her. She'd always appeared strong and commanding to him in her role as his wife's daughter's chaperone. Here, he saw her in a completely new light -- helplessly bound, half-naked, drenched in piss... He found himself fantasizing about abusing her in her vulnerable situation, taking advantage of her, using the excuse of her wetting accident to justify his assault. His civilized upbringing and the fresh memory of last week's catastrophe restrained him from letting this happen outside his imagination.

"You promised me a favor, right?" his daughter asked. "I would love to see you pee on her as a punishment."

Mr. Anderson didn't reply, but Kelli saw his penis twitch.

"Oh, please Daddy! I am sooo wanting to see it!"

She mimed excited little jumps like a little girl, clapping her hands.

"Please! I'm so excited!"

"No, Darling, I can't do this. It's not the right thing to do!"

Crestfallen, her shoulders slumped as she tilted her head slightly, looking up pleadingly at her stepfather.

"Come on, that's not fair! Remember last week? You didn't ask about right or wrong when you let her pee on me! And later even you peed on me -- just to please her. Can you deny you owe me this one?"

Her stepfather wasn't quite convinced yet. But he needed to divert his attention from the sight before him -- neither Meg's exposed body nor Kelli's little girl begging helped his resolve. Distractedly, he played with his pants. He had to free his hurting boner from its tight compartment -- as if in trance, he opened his pants and pulled down his tight briefs to get his erect penis out. On autopilot, he replied at the same time:

"I mean, I can't just pee on someone. It wasn't right to do it to you, so why should I repeat such a thing? She might even sue me!"

The contradiction of his acts and words had not gone unnoticed by his stepdaughter:

"Bullshit! She won't sue you. She is too deep in it, too! I promise." she shattered his argument. "Come here, I'll hold your prick and direct the stream to all the places I want covered by your pee!"

Meg was staring at them, disbelief in her eyes. It couldn't be true! Surely, Mr. Anderson would never agree to her outrageous request. It was just too far from anything ever heard of. And Kelli wouldn't touch her stepfather's member -- how could she dare!

But Kelli had grabbed her dad's penis and was pointing it at her.

"Come on Dad, you know our deal! Remember she is a dyke? She would never let you see her like this if I weren't here. And she won't let you touch her. But she will accept me directing a golden shower all over her nice body, boobs and all. She knows she owes me this one. Even if it is provided by your courtesy."

He didn't move.

"Please Daddy, don't embarrass me like this! Do you want her to believe I can't carry out my revenge? I'm not a weak girl to be bullied around -- you wouldn't want me to be. Please! I set up everything -- and you promised to help! I want to feel the pee streaming through your penis, then see it arching through the air and hitting her soft skin. I want to have the experience of directing a pee stream just as I like. Like Meg did last week. It must be your dick: Anatomically, I will never be able to do that with my own pee!"

It wasn't intentional. But he had put off going to the loo in the office all day, and when his stepdaughter had called him, he had headed straight home in the hope to find relief. It had not come, and now he was too desperate to argue any longer. Having freed his penis from his pants, he had felt the urge to let go immediately. Only the stiffness of his prick had kept him from releasing his bladder's contents immediately. But now it was just happening.

He was watching the scene like a bystander: His stepdaughter was holding his boner, a fine but firm stream of pee emanating from its tip. She was directing his pee to cover Meg's tits. His dick was too stiff to be bent down any further. He observed how the force of his stream dented the soft tissue of Meg's round breast, his pee splashing all over her face. Now his wife's daughter bent his manhood down. Yes, she was forcing, but he was not shy helping her by pivoting his hip. He, too, wanted to see what she was up to. And thus his strongest stream ever hit his employee's pink leggings. His pee was directed at Meg's cameltoe, hitting right in the middle. He had the impression the force of his jet was even prying her pussy-slit open -- at least it became more visible as the pants were forcefully pushed into it.

Meg had taken a moment to overcome her shock at first, but then she remembered how she had enjoyed drenching Kelli in exactly the same way the week before. Observing the daughter-father couple, she noticed that Kelli was directing the stream skillfully to stimulate her most sensitive areas. She moaned as she felt the strong stream, dampened by the fabric of her pants, stimulating her clitoral region. She didn't want to admit it -- but it felt good!

Kelli had been caught by surprise as her stepdad's urine finally started to flow. But quickly, she had figured out how to direct his jet. She loved to feel the throbbing and pulsing of his penis as heartbeat and bladder pressure fought about access to his urethra. It turned her on to see his piss fanning out when it hit Meg's breasts, evenly covering her face in a mist of pee. She enjoyed watching how it made her tutor's nipples wiggle: This was sweet revenge! Meg would repent she had started this. And she, Kelli, would make her mother's husband become a mere tool in her repertoire to subdue and dominate Meg in the future! The best thing: She had set up secret cams filming every single move. She would be able to enjoy this again and again, even after it was over -- and she might be able to blackmail both, her dad and Meg, threatening to tell her mom or go public with selected scenes.

Thinking about her mom, Kelli felt a brief pang of conscience. Was she ever to find out? What was it like to know your partner was enjoying sex with someone else, with someone half as old? And what would it be like to find out that her daughter had engineered this state to continue -- after her husband had had qualms and decided not to see the young girl again?

Strangely, she didn't feel remorse. Instead, she turned her attention back to the present.

"Dad? Admit it -- you like it, too!" she asked. "I can feel it -- your dick is twitching and pulsing even now, as the force of your pee stream is ebbing."

She looked in his face, totally turned on by the idea that she was delivering her stepdad with his possibly best ever sexual experience. She felt absolutely in control. And she liked the idea she was offering him a great gift by making his perverted dream come true. She felt once again the innocent joy she had felt as a child when she gave him her favorite toy for his birthday! Only this time, it wasn't innocent at all.

"It arouses me to know you like it! It feels so good to provide you with this pleasure!"

Saying this, she gently stroked his shaft. And added sexily:

"Your bladder is empty, there is no more pee coming -- but your dick is as hard as ever!"

For a while, she continued rubbing his boner, slowly moving her hand along his shaft, pumping gently.

"This was all drenched by your pee!" she continued, releasing his dick and running her hand over Meg's skin, stroking over the girl's toned abdomen. "My hands are wiping your pee off her body; I'm not shy to touch it. Watch me now pull down her leggings -- I'm exposing her so you can see her beautiful legs. Isn't like I'm unwrapping a gift for you?"

She smiled her sweetest smile at him and began pulling down her tutor's completely soaked leggings. There was no dry spot down to the knees. Following a devilish intuition, she made sure Meg's panties stayed in place to increase the time until her stepfather would be presented all her beauty. Feeling Meg's wet body, her hands gliding along the teen's piss-sprinkled skin, turned her on. As she reached about knee level, she turned again to her stepfather:

"Unfortunately our friend is locked to the machine. I fear we shall have to rip her leggings apart to take them off. Can you give me a hand, please?"

His mind still spinning from the events unfolding in front of him, Mr. Anderson felt how his hand was taken, laid on the wet leggings -- and then he was ordered to pull. And pull he did.

"Your hand is holding wet leggings. They were drenched by your pee, but also by hers. Remember she'd peed herself?" She teased, happily observing how his boner pumped at the mention.

She got hornier, too, as she remembered how Meg had contributed to the mess before peeing into the mug. How would her stepfather react when learning about her contribution? She continued:

"Did you know there's also some of my pee?" she looked him in the eyes. "Before you came, I released part of my bladder's contents on her lap. Do you like touching our girls' pee?"

His penis was twitching -- just as she'd hoped it would!

"Look how her piss-drenched white panties are all see-through! They hide almost nothing, and yet... Ain't they sexy? I just need to kiss them. Too sad you're not allowed to touch!"

Kelli kissed Meg's crotch, gently sucking at the wet fabric.

"Your pee tastes a bit strong -- you shouldn't eat so much salt and proteins!"

Amazed, he watched his daughter bending down to kiss her friend and tutor's soaking panties. Did she really suck in his pee? Or was she just teasing?

'And her dress -- incredibly sexy! If she knew how much it turns me on!' he mused until his conscience intervened: 'No! No, that must not be, that wasn't true!'

He reprimanded himself: It was his wife's daughter wearing this incredible dress. He must not think erotic thoughts about her!

Kelli turned, smiled at him and stated:

"I can see how you liked it!"

Waving her finger at him, she mocked:

"And you like my dress, too. Aren't you spending as much time gazing at your dressed daughter as staring at your almost naked heart-throb?"

She swirled around in a pirouette, the flying dress revealing dangerous amounts of skin.

"You're right -- this dress is amazing! Meg likes it, too: When I bend down to kiss her, my décolleté is exposed."

She bent forward in his direction to demonstrate.

"It's the wide cut-out." she explained. "See how it reveals everything if you look right into it?"

He couldn't believe it. She was flashing him her nipples!

'Certainly, she's not aware of just how much she's exposing -- she doesn't realize. I can look all the way to her stiff nipples, I see the full shape of her small, pert, cone-shaped tits. I should be looking away!'

Lost in his thoughts, he was startled when she addressed him again:

"You should sit down here and take your pants off!"

She indicated a chair she had placed opposite to the bench in a perfect spectator position. Pushing him, she quickly pulled his pants from under his butt to make sure he wouldn't sit on them. As he sat, she slowly continued to pull, slipping them off his legs.

She was fully focused on giving Meg a great show, letting her tutor have a peek under her dress as she slowly bent down further and further, following the movement of her stepfather's pants. In her zeal to turn on Meg, she didn't realize how close her head came to her dad's erect penis as she was finally pulling his pants off his feet: Suddenly, she banged into it.

Far from being flustered, she simply commented:

"Oh dear, see how hard I am working to tease Meg? Making sure to be slowly flashing my bottom to her, I accidentally bumped my head into your boner! It is glistening with precum -- it smeared all across my cheek."

She looked up at him, revealing her décolleté in all its beauty to her stepdad.

"Yes, look at me! Can you see your cum on my cheek?" she challenged him. "Well, could it be that you are a bit distracted by this vista of my breasts?"

She pulled back her shoulders and pushed out her breast.

"Do you like them? They are nice and perky, a bit smallish -- but very sensitive to the touch!"

He blushed, but he couldn't divert his look. Apart from last week, he hadn't seen his daughter's breast since she was eight or so. He had never seen them fully exposed. Now, here was this grown-up girl teasing him with a close-up view down her décolleté, exposing more than just cleavage -- he just couldn't make his brain think: 'This is my daughter; I must not like her body!' No, he stared at her breasts, enticingly shrouded in semidarkness from the shadow cast by the translucent fabric. The view was incredibly sexy.

After what seemed far too long -- and far too short at the same time -- she bent down again.

'Whew, at least I won't have to stare at her breasts anymore! She's going to finish taking off my pants and turning back to Meg.' he thought, not without a hint of regret.

"Your penis is dripping with cum. Don't you think I should remove it before we advance to the next stage?"

She touched his dick, and he shuddered in surprise -- excited and scared at once.

"Do you remember how you shot your load all over Meg's body last week? It hit her breasts, then ran along her toned abs and over her shaven mound. She let your semen drop off her pussy -- and into my mouth?"

Kelli wrapped her lips around his glans penis and licked, her tongue carefully circling around his small slit, removing all traces of precum.

He felt as if he had to explode in her mouth.

Being satisfied with her work, she let go of his pulsing penis and began unbuttoning his shirt, starting at the bottom. Pushing a little, she made him lean back and straddled his legs as she continued with the remaining buttons. Once done, she took and slowly lifted his arms.

Mr. Andersen didn't know what was happening to him. A moment ago, his wife's girl had licked his boner, and now she was undressing him completely. Like in trance, he let it happen -- just to find his face mere centimeters from her décolleté when she pulled him towards her to free the shirt behind his back and remove it from his body. He was breathing hard as he smelled her scent, her arousal almost palpable as she took his shirt's cuffs and slipped them off his hands held up high above his head, moving higher and higher to free the full length of his sleeves.

Kelli had to stretch to reach that high, still holding the cuffs. Her stepfather noticed the fabric of her dress pulling up, stretching tight around the cones of her firm breasts.