Forbidden Desires

Why Don't You Take A Shower Too, Daddy?

The steam was so thick now that it feels like an actual burden, imprinted with the scent of soap and nervous energy. I raise my eyes to his, heavy, blurry.

"Dad… can you please bathe me?" My voice is a whimper above the water's rumble. His hands were at first hovering, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the tile, but I pressed him further, I pleaded. My voice is shaking now, with an urgency that wasn't solely about the shower.

Finally, he agrees. He takes my sponge, loads it with shower gel, lathers thick and white, and then pulls the water on, beginning to bathe me, slowly.

“God this is so f*****g good.” It is so f*****g hot in here, the water slashes slick over my hair and makes every nerve-ending tingle with awareness.

He works down my arms, my stomach… when his fingers inch towards my boobs, however, they stop hovering just an inch above.

They began shaking. I won't allow the withdrawal; I reach for him, take his hands, and put them on my boobs, covering my full boobs with his large palms.

Holy s**t. His palms are so f*****g warm. My t**s ache under the drag of his rough fingers, the friction of the sponge so intense, I throw my head back against the wet wall. It feels so good; it’s all I can do to bite my tongue, so I don't scream aloud.

“Ahhh daddy please f**k me.”I moaned, a rhythm of words I chant inside my head, matching the pounding of my heart.

I'm in heaven already, but I want more than this. Slowly, I reach down and guide his hand to my p***y entrance. I stare at him, right in the eye as I force his fingers through my c**t and p***y entrance and down the entire length of my cunt; thank God he doesn’t refuse.

His touch is heavy and insistent, and as he washes me out, the heat between my legs flares into a burning localized sun.

I can feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck, ragged and uneven as he crouches there in the steam, his hand plunged deep into the soapy slickness between my legs. All lines between daughter and stepfather have completely dissolved into the mist.

I opened my legs as wide as I could for him, pressing myself against the cool tile as the water poured down on us. I knew I had to make sure I let him rinse me off real good down there, my body aching for the contact of his fingers.

“God, ahh daddy f**k me.” The words were a silent prayer under my breath, just under my teeth.

He finished scrubbing a couple of minutes later, turning the water on to rinse me off. I felt the water stream beat against my skin, but my right hand was completely unlike the water on my skin; he started rinsing me, but his fingers were not just rinsing me of the soap; they moved with a slow, hungry, intentional grace all over me.

God, I can feel his hand on my t**s. He was not moving water on my body at all anymore; he was caressing my breasts in a slow, agonizingly slow movement of his palm all over them, as if he was finally letting himself do so as well. I swear his hand was there, caressing my breasts and n*****s for a good few minutes; his thumb was circling them until I was seeing stars.

“f**k daddy, ah daddy keep going don't stop.” As if he could hear my thoughts, he got firmer with his hands, more possessive.

He leaned in, and then I could feel it, I could feel the hard, unmistakably stiff bulge of his c**k pressed firmly against my inner thigh. He was so incredibly hard. God, I want to touch him. All I could think of was his huge, hard c**k and how it would feel in my mouth and inside my p***y for the very first time.

He started moving his hand down my body once more, slowly tracing and cleaning my stomach. Once his fingers got to the entrance of my p***y once more, I opened my legs even further, lifting one leg and resting it on the tub wall, remaining fully open to him. I let his hand graze over my p***y's wet opening, and a ragged sigh that I was unable to hold in fell out of me as I threw my head back in his arms.

I shifted my position, and his fingers pressed directly against my c**t, a jolt ran all the way through my body.

"Baby doll...Should I stop?" his voice, rough, gravelly, and cracking with his battle, spoke through the thick mist.

"No, Daddy, don't you stop..." I choked out, the lies so hollow in the steam. "You're my father... You don't have to be scared, or feel ashamed.”

“f**k ahhhhhhh daddyyyyy mmmmmmm.” The words stuck behind my teeth as he started rubbing my c**t with rhythmic motions. I had never in my life felt so good, a pain in my c**t that spiked, so high, so fast. The shower room was closing in. I couldn't even moan out loud, I vibrated so intensely; my hips rocked in a slow circle on his hand.

“f**k me daddyyy, continue, yes right there mmm, ahhh Daddy please don't stop.”

I had completely lost myself in the stupor, my mind gone. At the peak of pure pleasure, I grabbed his hand, pulling it under mine to deepen his finger in my p***y, pushing. I wanted him in me so badly; I wanted the ache inside me to finally be filled.

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. His chest heaved as he met my eyes in the mist.

"It's enough." His voice was high and broken by sudden, sharp discomfort. "It's enough." He said again. “This is inappropriate, you are my stepdaughter.”

I stood in the hot spray, trembling and naked. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to scream at him to come back, I was so upset he had stopped; he was my stepfather, I knew that now, as a wave of nausea and shame washed over me, he moved towards me with a towel.

He reached out his hands, but not for me; for the towel that he now threw over my naked body, his eyes on anything but mine.

No, this is not going to f*****g happen. I have to do something quickly before he leaves. A devilish smile touched my lip while a naughty idea flickered across my mind and all thanks to my best friend.

"Why don't you take a shower too, Dad?"