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  Daddy and the Step:

  A Taboo Erotica

  By Skye Darrel

  Daddy and the Step: A Taboo Erotica is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences only. All characters therein are 18 years old or older and not related by blood. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Skye Darrel

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  Daddy and the Step

  I can’t sleep and my tummy flutters. My stepbrother Scott is coming home for Thanksgiving, and we’ve made plans to do it. After I turned eighteen this summer, we talked about our feelings. He’s older than me by a year and he said he waited. He didn’t want to confuse me. Well, I know what I want and so does he.

  We texted last night. Sexting. Not that I know much about sex. He wanted me on video chat but I was too embarrassed.

  We got nasty anyway, and I kept one hand under my panties, rubbing my clit until I came, reading how he would fuck me, make love to me, then fuck me again. How he’d make me cum on his hard cock.

  Heat pools between my thighs as I toss and turn, thinking of all those dirty messages. I reach for my phone.

  It’s not on my nightstand.

  Then I remember. I left it downstairs on the kitchen counter.

  Oh my god. My stepdad works late in the kitchen. If he sees my phone . . .

  Daddy’s always been protective. He wouldn’t hesitate to snoop through my stuff.

  Don’t panic. The phone’s locked by passcode.

  I rush downstairs to find Daddy leaning against the counter, my phone with the pink cover and glitter stickers in one hand, a glass of liquor in the other.

  My heart sinks as heat floods my cheeks.

  Daddy puts the phone down slowly. “Interesting reading, Cora. My little girl has been very naughty.”

  I don’t even try to grab the phone. Daddy can be strict, and he’s a big man, towering over me. He’s handsome like my brother, but Daddy’s fiercer.

  He crosses his arms. “Using your birthday as a passcode might work for strangers, baby girl. Not me.”

  “I can explain, Daddy!”

  He shakes his head, staring at me, and I realize all I’ve got on are panties and a flimsy tank top.

  Daddy slips off his bathrobe and drapes it on the counter. His muscles tense. He used to be in the military, and it shows in the way he stands there like a chiseled statue. “There’s nothing to explain. I read the whole thing. You’re not giving your virgin pussy to Scott.”

  I suck in a breath and my face burns. “W-Who’s going to stop me?”

  “Me,” Daddy says, walking closer.

  I back against the wall, my palms sweaty, and my pussy clenches at the power in his body. The heat in his eyes. Daddy must weigh over two hundred pounds. Seeing him, I see Scott in my mind. I still think of my brother as a boy. We were always close. The man approaching me now is a primal force. Daddy at his strictest.

  “I’ll give you what you need, Princess. And I’m taking what I need.”

  “You don’t know what I need,” I whimper.

  “Go upstairs, Cora. Do it now.”

  I pad away in silence. He follows at my back. I climb the steps one by one with Daddy on my heels.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, and I’m going to set you right.”

  I feel a stab of panic. Heat pools between my thighs. It’s his tone, thick and growling. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I shuffle into Daddy’s bedroom.

  I turn around to see Daddy pulling off his briefs. Silence. I gasp as his massive cock juts up. He’s not at all like the pretty models I’ve masturbated to. Daddy’s thick and long, his size a crude reminder of the strength in him. My heart beats wildly and I stumble, falling on my butt in his bed.

  He walks over and tips my chin up. “Did you make your bed this morning like I’ve been telling you?”

  The sheets on his bed are perfectly made. “N-No, Daddy.”

  “Bad little girl.”

  His eyes cut through me.

  “Daddy,” I whisper, breathing in gasps. My nipples harden. I can feel how wet I am. It’s the scent of him. His presence. His hard cock aimed at my face leaking a strand of what must be cum.

  “Put your hand on me. Show Daddy how much you know.”

  I wrap my hands around his shaft and it feels spongy at first. I clutch him tighter, stroking him once, and veins swell as his cock hardens like iron. My pussy pulses.

  “That’s it, baby girl.”

  Pouting, I stroke Daddy’s throbbing cock, hot to the touch. He’s too thick for my fingers to close fully and I use both hands. Up and down, turning around, dragging on his skin. Daddy groans as more cum beads on his tip, now flushed bright red and glistening. I use the fluid to wet my grip.

  “Good girl. Don’t be shy, baby. Show me what you want to do for your brother.”

  “I would never—”

  “I read every message, Princess. I know everything.” He runs his hand through my hair. “Daddy knows everything.”

  Heat blooms in my face. I gulp, my chest fluttering, my hands slippery from the wet friction. Then I feel a twinge of anger. “You don’t know half of what I want with Scott. I want to ride his cock, Daddy. I want to cum for my brother.”

  Daddy grits his teeth. “Big talk from a little girl. You’ve already got a cock in your hands. Let’s see if you can make me cum first.” He rests his hands on his hips, flexing his abs. “Touch the head. Squeeze my balls. You know what those are, Princess?”

  I shoot him a glare and I grasp Daddy’s heavy sac. I feel him draw up. He winces, his throat knotting, and a bead of clear cum rolls off his tip to drizzle my hand. I lean in and run my tongue around that sensitive groove. I taste his salty musk as heat churns below my waist.

  “You’re a very bad girl.”

  “I’m not—”

  He snatches my hands off his cock and pins me on the bed, throwing his body down, caging me under his arms. Daddy’s eyes blaze with lust. He tears apart my panties right down the middle and rips them from under my butt.

  “Much better,” he growls.

  His eyes fall on my pussy glistening with moisture. He runs a finger down my pink lips. Another growl leaves him, feral and dark. The sound of an animal out for blood.

  “Did Scott tell you to shave this pretty little cunt?”

  My voice falters. “I’ve always done it, Daddy.”

  “Since when?”

  “None of your business!” I snap.

  “You show yourself to any boys?”

  “No!”

  “Your brother?”

  “No,” I whimper. I’ve never taken my panties off in front of a man. And the man above me is a man-and-a-half.

  Daddy growls louder, as if the very fact of my innocence makes him angry. Glaring at me, his muscles swell with tiny tremors. I watch the way his body stirs and my pussy pulses with need.

  He rips my top off as easily he did my panties. Daddy cups my breast, pinching my nipple between two knuckles, and his other hand rubs a trail down my stomach to the damp crease below. A single finger presses my clit.

  “Ohhhh.”

  “You like that, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” My voice is air.

  He leans into my ear. “You’re mine. You’re gonna leave your cherry on this bed. You’ll take my cock. Every inch. You’re wet enough, Princess. Are you going to be a good girl?”

  His hand wraps around my pussy mound, squeezing my drenched folds. I buck up, my legs spread, grinding on the heel of Daddy’s palm.

  “Yes,” I gasp. “I�
��ll be a good girl.”

  His massive hands wrap around my waist as he lines up his cock. I don’t have time to think. He slides his head into me, tearing my membrane, and I clench hard, wracked by agony. The pain is sharp as my walls stretch and pull around Daddy’s thickness.

  Glaring down, he grits his teeth and forces his cock deeper. I feel a sharp pleasure that swells, sweeping through me in waves. I’m swamped by heat, lost to the sensation of his huge cock pushing harder into me. Tears burn my eyes, running down my cheeks. I moan as Daddy wipes them away and kisses my bottom lip.

  “Does it hurt, baby?”

  “Yes,” I gasp. It hurts and it feels so good. “Don’t stop.”

  “I won’t. You’ll take every inch just like I said. I don’t care how tight you are, I’m not stopping until I nut in this pussy. You’ll cum for me, Princess. I’ll give you everything you need.”

  I turn my head to the side, and I feel his thumb hook into my mouth. I suck him desperately to ease the aching stretch of my pussy. His cock sinks deeper. The moment lasts forever. Then I feel the touch of Daddy’s sac and the scruff at the base of his cock. He presses into my clit.

  My pulse pounds in my temple as Daddy heaves a gentle thrust that feels like a ram inside me. Heat washes through my body. I clench my pussy around his thickness and bring my knees up.

  “That’s a good girl,” Daddy murmurs, stroking my forehead.

  Our bodies are pressed together, Daddy’s bulk holding me down, mashing my breasts.

  “I’m coming,” I breathe. “Oh god, I’m coming Daddy!”

  “Cum. Give me this pussy.”

  He pulls out by inches to thrust in hard. Daddy pumps me with shallow thrusts that squelch with each impact, and every thrust shoves me higher toward release. My folds cling to his shaft. I scream and shudder with orgasm.

  Daddy groans as I strangle his cock. He buries himself deep, grunting, pulsating, shooting out his release deep in my pussy.

  “Mine,” he grunts.

  I throw my head back, breathing him in. Daddy pulls out slowly and I feel a rush of air between my folds. He sweeps away my long hair and wraps his hand around my throat. A hard kiss. Then he scoots down my body and kisses me again on my aching clit.

  I yelp, but Daddy keeps his mouth there. “I’m going to play with this juicy little morsel until you cum again.”

  Before I can say a word his mouth clamps down, pulling on my clit, and I cry out, desperate for relief as my body surges. I arch and thrash my arms. I feel his tongue swirling, attacking my tortured bud. Pleasure licks through my walls. I toss my head back and forth.

  Then his finger slides under my front wall and he finds my spot. He rubs and digs as his lips form a tight seal on my clit.

  I cum my guts out and a squirt shoots out of my pussy to splash Daddy’s chin.

  Growling, he leans back. He holds me until I settle down. Then he rests his cock on my pussy. Daddy stares at my flushed folds and strokes his cock for minutes until he spurts out thick cum, drenching my creamy folds with more sex. So much. It leaks down into the cleft of my ass.

  He climbs up beside me and holds me in his arms. “Rest now. Sleep here tonight.”

  My pussy is covered in cum. His and mine. My body, raw and tender, is damp with sweat. “Sleep like this?”

  “Yes, Princess. Just like this.” He snuggles close. “I want to smell you. And if I need you during the night, I’ll know you’re close.”

  “N-Need me?”

  “Do you feel that?”

  Daddy’s cock lies against my thigh. It’s heavy and sticky with our fluids. Soft. But when I move my leg I feel him stir again.

  “Yes—Daddy.”

  “That’s how you make me feel, Princess. Every day. Every night.” He growls. “I don’t want to hurt your little pussy, but if I could I’d sleep with my cock in you.”

  A tiny gasp leaves my throat as Daddy kisses me on the lips, hard and wet, sucking the air out of me.

  “Go to sleep.”

  I shut my eyes and drift off. The thought that Daddy would wake me in the middle of the night and fuck me like he owns me—it turns me on like crazy. I know it’s wrong. I can’t help it. His hard body encloses mine like a protective shield.

  Nothing will ever hurt me again, but inside the shield, anything goes. I feel it in the pit of my stomach, and fresh moisture slicks out of my raw pussy when I touch his hard abs and feel the tremors in Daddy’s torso.

  ◆◆◆

  When I wake I feel warmth I’ve never felt before. Then soreness between my thighs. Wetness. I had a dream about Scott and I can still feel his hand on my neck. Or was it Daddy’s? I slept like a rock though, and Daddy didn’t touch me. I pull off the clean white sheets. He must’ve changed out the old ones sometime during the night, careful not to wake me.

  How sweet.

  I need a little sweet after what he did to me. I’m telling my brother. Scott needs to know.

  A shower first. Then breakfast downstairs. Daddy’s nowhere to be seen. I send a flurry of texts to Scott telling him what happened. He texts back he’ll almost be home and to stay put.

  But Daddy gets home first. He finds me in the kitchen with my phone and sets down a brown paper bag on the counter.

  My face heats at the way he looks at me.

  “I told Scott,” I say quickly.

  Daddy rubs my cheek and I can feel my nipples puff.

  “You know I’ll do anything to protect you,” Daddy says.

  “I don’t need you to protect me from Scott, Daddy. I love him.”

  “And me, baby girl? How do you feel about me?”

  I lower my gaze. “It’s different. You—You’re old.”

  Daddy chuckles. “That I am, Princess. Older than you at least. But that’s what you want isn’t it, little girl? That’s why your cunt was so wet last night. You love your brother but you want to be fucked by me. Punished by me.”

  “That’s not true,” I lie. My voice stammers and my pussy clenches.

  “Look at you,” Daddy growls. “Butt naked.” He backs me against the counter and his hand drops to the heat between my thighs. “You shaved your pussy this morning.”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “You shaved it for me.”

  I turn aside, biting my lip, and give a nod. I’d guessed it would drive him crazy to see me smooth down there.

  “It’s pretty,” Daddy says. “But I like natural. Shave it if you want—and the next time, I’ll do it for you.”

  My face burns. “What?”

  “You heard me, Princess. When you want your pussy shaved, you let Daddy do it. I’m here for you.”

  So possessive. So hot. Heat smothers my face.

  Daddy puts his hands on my hips and turns me around. “I went to a store this morning. It was a long drive.”

  “What’d you get?” I ask haughtily. “Condoms?”

  “Little girl, we don’t use condoms in this house.” He slaps my ass hard. “I got a plug for your other hole. You’ve been a naughty girl lately, teasing me, talking nasty with your brother, and you need to be punished.”

  Other hole?

  A moan leaves my mouth as his hand finds my moist clit. Have I really been teasing Daddy? Maybe. Everything he does makes me hotter. He’s an animal, a force of nature that demands obedience. And when I cum for him it feels like lightning. White hot fire blazing through my walls.

  “Lean over and spread your feet.”

  I do as I’m told and bend flat against the counter. My belly flutters with anticipation. He takes a box out of the bag and shows me a pink butt plug.

  “It’s silicone,” Daddy says in my ear. “Gentle enough for my princess.”

  “It’s too big,” I whimper.

  He pops his finger into my asshole and I gasp.

  “You’ll adjust.”

  I buck my hips back, shuddering with lust, my body out of control.

  Daddy rubs the toy under my sticky folds, coating it in my cream. He kisses
my bare shoulder as he slides the toy into the cleft of my ass. “All the lubricant we’ll ever need.”

  “Pleeease,” I moan.

  “Please what?”

  “Please—put it in my ass, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. That’s a good little slut.”

  Daddy pushes the plug against my asshole. The rounded head squeezes through my anal ring. I gasp and lurch forward. Daddy holds me down and forces the rest into me, until the flat base touches my rim. The pressure is intense, burning and throbbing, and my passage constricts around the thick plug.

  “Oh god.”

  “This is going to punish you all day, baby girl.”

  “All day? What about Scott?”

  “You’ll greet him like this,” Daddy growls. “He’s a man now but he’s not the man of this house. I set the rules. You’ll keep this in you like a good girl, and when you’re dying for my cock, when you need to cum, I’ll take care of you.” Daddy runs his hands down the swell of my hips. He kisses my neck. “Go get dressed, baby. Your brother will be home soon.”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  Upstairs, I ease into my panties and put on a blue dress. Daddy helps me zip up. It’s cold outside, but I already know I won’t be leaving the house much this Thanksgiving.

  ◆◆◆

  “What the hell did you do to my sister?”

  Scott stands there, the front door open behind him letting in the cold. He’s facing Daddy, trying to stare him down. Scott’s handsome like always, hair brushed back, prim and proper. Tall and lean. But Daddy’s broader, and Scott can’t compare to Daddy’s aura, the sense of power and authority. I fidget my hands in front of me, caught between my men.

  “Close the door,” Daddy says. “Or you’ll give your sister a cold.”

  Scott slams it shut and puts his arm around me. “She told me everything, Dad. How could you?”

  “Cora needed a firm hand,” Daddy says. “I didn’t hurt her.”

  “He didn’t,” I add. I don’t want them to fight like this. I want them both in their own ways. Daddy’s rugged and firm. My brother’s cute, with brooding eyes, and he’s the boy I always shared secrets with. The boy I loved since forever. I belong to them together.