After long work weeks soothing audit committees and massaging the numbers, Ben spends his Saturdays trying to ignore his smoking hot stepdaughter while catching a little quality time in his den with his favorite porn downloads. His plan is shot to hell when he finds Kat in one of her teeny tiny bikinis, sitting on the couch in his den, trembling like a leaf.
Author note: This 5,900+ short is for readers who enjoy erotic taboo, explicit sex, older men with younger women, pseudo-incest, stepdaughter incest, stepfather incest, and consultants with a going concern for forming one-on-one engagement teams. (All characters 18 and over)
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I leaned back, the perfect picture of legitimate, step-fatherly concern. "Kat, I'm afraid you might have to go to a doctor to get it out."
If I'd thought her baby blues were big earlier, they were practically saucer-sized after I said that. Her mouth puckered into a fuckable O and she shook her head. Her fingers, sticky sweet, slid out of her.
"Mari...mother...I don't..." She stopped trying to talk and gave an emphatic shake of her head.
"No doctor?" I asked, adding a little side screw of my mouth as if the problem was almost unsolvable.
The anticipation running through her was palpable. She seemed so damn fragile. Looking at her, I wanted my dick inside her so bad. My balls ached, I could feel pre-cum pearling in the slit of my cock. I imagined her running her tongue over the slit, moaning again as it coated her taste buds. I shook my head, startling her enough that she said something I never thought I'd hear coming from her mouth.
"No doctor. Please, daddy."
"Ben," I corrected immediately.
She took in a little hiccough of air, her face a delicate study of embarrassment and desire. She was close to crying. "Daddy, please!"
"I'm not your father, Kat. I'm married to your mother-"
The tears erupted then, halting me in my tracks. "Fine. If it makes you feel better you can call me 'daddy.' Just this one time."
She nodded and I reached up to wipe the last of her tears away.
"But if you don't want to go to a doctor, you're going to have to let me help, Kat." I paused and gave her a pointed look to make sure she understood my meaning. "Really help."
Katherine stilled, her expression wide open in shock. She looked at my hand and then at her thighs. "You mean..."
"How do you think a doctor will get it out?" I gave her leg a brief rub, hoping it would relax her. "Come on, baby girl. Be brave, stand up and let's get it over with."
She slowly returned her foot to the floor. I held both of my hands out for her to hold onto as she rose on shaky legs. She started to push her bikini bottom down but I stopped her.
"Just stay still, Kat baby, except for when I tell you to move." I looked up, saw her acquiescence and then slid my fingers beneath her waistband to slowly tug the bottoms over her hips.
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Published February 7, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.