This story contains: Cheating, Incest, Anal, Rimming, Cumplay, Pornography, Squirting
All characters are over the age of 18 and this a work of complete fiction.
When you marry someone and take your vows, you really are accepting that other person 100%. You're taking all of the things about them that make you smile, you're taking all of the the things that get under your skin a little bit but you're also taking all of the decisions that they've made up to that point.
A couple of years ago my wife and I got married and I was so happy to accept all of her, especially when she walked down the aisle looking like she had been plucked straight out of a bridal magazine. Cindy is already tall, about 5'8, but on our wedding day she was also wearing heels, making it even easier to kiss her without having to bend down from my 6'4 frame.
Her long blonde hair was up in a bun and her makeup was immaculate. She may have been in her late 30s but that day she looked as beautiful as she had in college and I felt like the luckiest man alive.
That being said, when I accepted all of Cindy, that meant I was also accepting Casey, her daughter from her previous marriage.
I love Casey. I really do. She's a sweet, kind, smart and funny young woman, but she can be a bit... distracting.
I didn't meet her until the summer after her senior year of high school. I came to pick Cindy up for a date and she wasn't ready yet so she told me to come inside and grab a drink and wait for her in the kitchen/living room. I did just that, and in walked what I swore was Cindy.
She was a tall, leggy blonde, but upon closer inspection the tight pink bikini and tiny top were hugging much younger skin than Cindy's and I realized that this must be the daughter I had heard so much about.
Casey walked into the house, saw me, and made her way over to me and confidently held out her hand for me to shake. I took it and shook it and she said "are you going to be my new daddy mister?" before giggling and breaking the handshake.
"No but seriously, take good care of my mom or I'll cut your dick off, got me?" she said, not making eye contact any more as she made her way to the fridge, grabbed a smirnoff and went back outside without another word or glance, but a definite sway in her tight ass that I couldn't help but be mesmerized by.
She decided to go to an all girls college, which I expected would mean that she might clean up her language a little bit. I also thought it might help keep the boys away. I was wrong on both counts.
Every time her mother and I would call to check in on her she was getting ready for a date with a different guy. If it was Chad today then it would be Ross tomorrow and Chase the day after. I never said anything, as I never saw it as my place. I was her step dad, and honestly, I wasn't much of that either as she pretty much moved out as I moved in.
I wouldn't say that we were distant. We both recognized how important we were to Cindy and our love for her brought us together because we knew it would make life easier for her, but we also weren't the kind of family that would text each other regularly... at least not until today.
Today I came home from work to find my step daughter, in her classic pleated plaid skirt and white blouse uniform, getting a drink from the fridge. Now, that may not sound odd, but it was for a myriad of reasons.
First, it was not a holiday. It wasn't even a weekend. Why she came all the way back home was a question I had no answer to and it surprised the hell out of me.
Second, she hadn't called. I know she hadn't, because if she had, she likely wouldn't have come. Her mother left for a business trip a few days ago and would be gone for the next week, so unless Casey had decided this would be the time to get to know her dear old (step) dad a little bit better, it didn't make much sense.
Finally, and most curiously, she was wearing her school uniformithout one very important ingredient: the panties.
So what I walked into was my step daughter, bent over in front of the fridge getting a drink from the bottom drawer as her skirt rode up displaying every inch of her bare ass and pussy. If I wasn't already shocked enough to be seeing her at all, the shock of seeing so much of her nearly made me pass out.
As I closed the door she stood up and turned around to see me. "Oh my gosh it's been so long!" she squeeled as she ran over to me and embraced me in a bigger hug than we had ever shared before.
"Uh... has it?" I asked as I politely hugged her back, trying to shift my weight to prevent my bulge that had been brought to life by the show I'd walked into, from poking her.
"Since Christmas silly! I thought I'd come home and surprise you guys!" She said, breaking the hug and leaning back against the counter with the most genuine smile on her beautiful face.
"Oh sweetheart..." I said, trying to figure out how to tell her that her mother wasn't home. "Cindy left a couple of days ago and won't be back for about another week. I love the surprise and I'm sure she would have too, but I wish you would've called so you wouldn't just be stuck with me for however long you're staying." I finished, waiting to see the look of realization and disappointment.
"Oh..." she said, looking down for a moment before bouncing back on the balls of her feet and kissing me on the cheek. "Well that's ok, we can hang out and get to know each other a little better!" she said with a grin before adding "after a shower that is!" and before I knew it she was bounding away from me, up the stairs and into her bathroom.
I did my best not to stare. I tried to avert my eyes from what I knew to be a bare ass under that skirt as she swayed away from me, but I couldn't help myself and by the time I heard the door close I knew I'd have to take a shower myself to cool off if we were going to be "getting to know each other better," whatever the hell that meant.
I made my way up the stairs to my bathroom and as I passed hers I noticed the water hadn't begun running yet. I took that to mean that I had plenty of time and reached the master bedroom which I closed before heading to the on suite bath.
I turned the shower on and pulled out my phone, trying to decide which of my favorite porn stars would be my muse for today. Lena Paul? Adriana Chechik? No. not today. Today Blake Blossom or Skyler Vox were the only two that could satiate my needs as young buxom blondes that certainly didn't remind me of my step daughter.
I began to stroke as I watched the video on my phone begin to heat up when I received a text message from Casey. I opened it quickly, worried she had slipped and fallen or needed my help, but what I saw was even more erotic than what I'd been watching before.
"Just for you daddy" was all the text said, but beneath that line were three pictures. The first was taken in front of the mirror, dressed the same as she had been downstairs with a sexy wink on her face. The second was nearly identical, except for the fact that in the second she had discarded the shirt, leaving her large perky tits on full display. Finally, the third no longer showed her face, but instead was her bent over in front of the mirror with her ass spread showing off her perfectly shaven pussy and bleached asshole.
I nearly came right then and there before the feeling of dread began to sink in. What the hell did this mean? Obviously she meant to send this to me right? She did say "daddy" in the text. But maybe she calls her boyfriend daddy because of her daddy issues? And even if she did mean to send this to me, it's not like thats a good thing. Cindy would fucking kill me if she knew I'd just gotten nudes from anyone let alone her daughter.
