“Fuck me Cole.”  I begged him.

Cole pressed his cock up to my eager pussy and with one swift thrust he filled me completely.  His cock was so fucking thick and I loved every inch of it.  I bucked my hips against him, panting and moaning as his rhythm became a steady beat.

“You like it when daddy fucks your tight little hole don’t you sissy.”

My body responded, for whatever reason I still found it sexy when he called me his sister.  It was such a taboo, such a naughty thing to be doing.

“I like it daddy, fuck me harder.”

Cole let loose, his body thrusting as hard as he could against me, abs and biceps flexed hard.  I could feel him beginning to sweat and I tightened my insides around his cock.  Cole let out a deep moan.  I’d been training my muscles since I found out I was pregnant.  The doctor told me it would help me deliver, and help me to recover.  When I’d started them Cole couldn’t tell if I was flexing them or not, but now he said it felt like I was milking his cock with my pussy.

Suspended in the air I let him take me as I looked down at the baby that was growing inside of me.  If you’d have asked me six months ago where I’d be now, this would be the last place on earth I would have expected.  But as our bodies shuddered and released, I knew that this was exactly where we were both meant to be.  Together, forever.

My Step-Daddy’s Secret

I closed the door slowly behind me, cursing the creak of the old hinges.  On tiptoes I made my way through the foyer and into the hall.  I was nineteen, and felt like a child having to sneak around this way, but my stepdad Luke hadn’t really given me a choice.  Ever since my mom died, he had been hard on me.  Considering that he had caught me high as a kite, half naked with two boys in my room two months after her funeral, I didn’t really blame him.

Though I might have needed his strict hand back then, I was older now, had a year of college under my belt, and was much more mature.  I hadn’t wanted to move back in to his place, but the job I had working at Mocha Joe’s wasn’t going to pay the summer rent.  Besides, living here would mean I could actually save up a little for next year.

Luke had been reluctant to let me come home.  He said the last thing he needed was a nineteen-year-old running around like some sort of wild child.  By the time we were done discussing his rules, I was sort of expecting to have to sign a contract.  Home by 9PM. No boys in the house. No drinking, or drugs.  No cigarettes.  On and on and on he went until coming home sounded more like a summer in lockup.  Nevertheless, I agreed to his rules.

I started as the old grandfather clock rang to life.  ‘Jesus,’ I thought, holding my chest as if my heart would jump right out of it.  Three loud dongs and the room filled with silence again.  I hadn’t meant to stay out as late as I did, but my best friend Sara had begged me to stay out with her.  She had met Blake last week and ‘was falling in love.’  Unfortunately for me, her falling in love, involved me keeping company with her boyfriend’s best friend Tyrell.

I crept further down the hall, where my eyes picked up the dim light in the study.  ‘Shit.’ I thought stepping closer to the room, as silent as a mouse.  If he was up, it might mean he was waiting for me—though, I doubted he would have checked in on me.  All I wanted to do was get to my own room unnoticed and get some sleep.

A low sound struck my ears curiously.  It was something like a low soft clapping.  Passing the little crack in the door, I slowed, tracing my eye through the room.  Luke was sitting at the computer, headphones in his ears.  Owning his own business, I was used to seeing him working in his study, but the monitor flickered and flashed, and my eyes drew up towards the screen.

I gasped, covering my mouth in shock and an attempt to silence the sound that had escaped me.  I flew down the hall towards my room, trying to shake the image of the curvy little blonde and the thick cock she was sucking.   If there was one thing I hadn’t been expecting, it was to catch my stepdad jacking off.  I thought only teenage boys did those sorts of thing, not men, and definitely not Luke…

Just as I opened my door, light from the study poured into the hallway, halting me in my tracks like a doe in the headlights.  My stomach knotted into a tight, nervous ball.

“Do you have any idea what time it is Luliana?” His voice boomed.

I shrank.  He never called me Luliana unless I was in trouble, and somehow it still gave me the same nervous jitters that it had when I was fifteen.

“I know, it’s too late.  Sara begged me to stay out with her and her new boyfriend.  Honestly, I wanted to come home but she didn’t give me much of an option.”  I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I answered him.  My eyes had twice dipped to his jeans where the button was still unfastened, evidence of his late night private life.

Luke’s eyes narrowed and followed mine, his stern demeanor morphing into something less intimidating as he clasped the button on his jeans.  Maybe he hadn’t realized that I’d seen what he’d been up to…but my own red cheeks and wandering eyes had given me away.

Luke wasn’t wearing a shirt, and for whatever reason my mind seemed to be processing him in a way it hadn’t previously considered.  My eyes raked over his strong shoulders and the muscles that dove down over his chest.  He was built very differently than the boys I was used to dating.  He had definition that only came with a long dedication to exercise, good eating, and a gym.  His ribs tapered down in a V until thick straps of muscles arced over his hipbones and disappeared below the hem of his jeans.  Shadows outlined the space between those thick straps, and light trail of hair traced down the mid-line from his belly button to his…my eyes dipped once more to his jeans.

Though his jeans weighed heavily against him, and the change in situation had drained much of the blood from his erection, I could still make out the thick outline of his cock.  I looked down at my feet in shame. I had never been interested in him that way, never even considered it.  But somehow standing there in one of the most awkward interactions I’d ever experienced, my sex was pulsing as strongly as my heart.  He was my stepfather for god sakes.  What kind of a pervert was I to think about him that way?

“We can talk about this in the morning,” Luke asserted, turning back towards the study and closing the door behind him.

‘Oh god,’ I whispered, leaning back against the frame of my door.  My heart was racing and my head was full of curious thoughts that I wasn’t even willing to admit I was having.

Lying in my bed I couldn’t seem to get the images out of my head.  The blonde sucking the man’s cock, my stepdad’s bulging bicep as he pleasured himself, his masculine chest and cut abs…the look of his swollen cock beneath his jeans.  It was so wrong, so naughty, and so…hot.

I slid my fingers under the covers and traced the delicate mound that hadn’t stopped aching.  My body had never reacted so strongly to anyone, I needed to cum, and maybe then I could sort everything out.  My body arched under the heat of my own touch.  I flexed and pulsed, feeling myself growing wet at the thoughts and images still fresh in my mind.  My nipples grew into tight little buds and I sank two fingers deep within my wetness, pulsing and flexing until I couldn’t take it anymore.  Giving in to the release my body convulsed hard, sweet relief flooding my veins as my heart beat hard against my chest.

The deep sleep that I fell into was not silent.  No, it seemed I dreamed all night.  In one moment I was the girl sucking the cock on the screen, in another, I was holding Luke’s thick shaft and stroking it.  The dream I woke from was the most intense, I was naked and straddling him, our lips locked in a kiss as I began to lower myself onto his cock.  Just as I felt the heat of him against me, I jumped, waking myself.