Camping with Her Stepdad

Chapter Ten

I smiled the entire drive home from college. It was a three-hour drive, but I couldn’t wait to see Jack, my stepdad and my daddy. When I lugged my suitcase inside, I found my little half-brother, Henry, playing with his train set in the living room.

“Hello?” I called out.

“Jessa,” Henry smiled. “You wanna play trains with me?”

“Let me say hi to Mom and Daddy first, then I’ll come play with you.”

“‘Kay.” Henry went back to his trains.

I carried my suitcase up the stairs and dropped it on my bed.

“There’s my princess.”

I turned to find Daddy standing in the doorway. I wanted to run and jump into his arms, but I didn’t know where Mom was.

“Hi Daddy.”

He looked over his shoulder, then closed the door. I smiled and curled against him when he wrapped his arms around me.

“I wish I could f**k you right now,” he growled.

He’d taken to visiting me at school as often as he could manage. With his help, I’d talked Mom into letting me get an apartment rather than going back to the dorms. She thought I had a roommate, but really, Daddy was my roommate.

He drove up and f****d my brains out every week or two. Then there were the sexy video chats we had.

“I’m already wet,” I told him.

Daddy slid his hand into the front of my shorts and panties to verify. He groaned when his fingers slid through my wetness. His middle finger sliding up and down over my c**t. My breath catches on the way in and turns into a moan on the way out.

“Change into a dress,” he said. “No bra or panties the whole time you’re home.”

I heard Mom call me from somewhere in the house. Daddy pulled his hand out and licked it clean as he walked over to open the door.

“She’s in her room,” he called out. “Change your clothes,” he said more quietly.

I did just as he said before heading back downstairs in a little sundress and nothing else. While mom cooked dinner and Henry played outside, Daddy and I sat in the living room talking while he watched the news.

He asked me about school. Mom would join in the conversation, too. I sat with my back to Mom and my legs spread wide so Daddy could see how wet I was.

When he asked me the same question twice, Mom accused him of paying more attention to the TV than to me.

He moved closer to me, close enough to reach out and run his thumb around my c**t. My breath stuttered. He hadn’t touched me in almost two weeks. When it was that long between us seeing each other, our first orgasm was always explosive.

Daddy kept me on edge with his touches, but never pushed me too far. I knew he wanted me to come while he was inside me. I wanted the same thing.

I was mixed with disappointment and relief when Mom called us in for dinner. But the teasing didn’t stop there.

All through dinner, Daddy slid his hand between my thighs every chance he got. I was so wet and horny, I wanted to crawl into his lap and ride him until we both came.

After dinner, we all settled down to watch a movie, but I was too restless, too horny. I went into the kitchen to pop some popcorn. I was reaching up to the top shelf of the pantry when I felt a hand slide up my inner thigh.

I blew out a breath. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Please don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it.”

“I can’t keep my hands off you.”

He wrapped his free arm around me and pulled me toward him, my back to his chest. He thrust his erection against my ass.

“Please,” I whined.

“Shh.” Daddy rubbed his finger up and down my c**t. “You have to be quiet.”

I widened my stance, giving him more access. My orgasms were never as good when I got myself off. Daddy’s hand was better than mine.

I pressed my ass back against his hard on. Daddy groaned quietly in my ear. I reached back and gripped him through his pants.

I fumbled with his zipper. Daddy made quick work, lowering the tab and pulling out his c**k.

“How fast can you come?” He asked.

“Fast.”

“Me too, but you need to stay quiet.”

He pressed my shoulders forward until I held myself up by my elbows on one of the shelves in the pantry. Daddy impaled me with one thrust.

I swallowed down the groan that bubbled up in my chest. He pulled back, then thrust deep again. I grunted as quietly as I could.

He built a rhythm that was fast and hard. He pounded into me so hard that the boxes of snacks on the shelf began to jiggle and vibrate. The shelf itself banged against the wall.

“I think we’re making too much…” my words melted into a moan.

“I’m almost there,” Daddy whispered. “I’m not stopping until I come inside you.”

He furiously rubbed my c**t, up and down, up and down as he thrust into me. Quiet grunts escaped my throat.

Daddy gripped my hip so hard I could feel his desperationa. He thrust balls deep again and again and again.

The friction was perfect. My orgasm burst from my c**t and fanned out through my core, all the way to my fingers and toes.

“Jack?”

We heard Mom’s voice just as Daddy’s c**k began to flex and spurt inside me. He bit down on my shoulder with a quiet growl.

“Jack?” Mom asked again.

“Yeah,” he called out in a gritty voice.

When we heard her footsteps approach, Daddy pulled out and stuffed his d**k back into his pants. He turned just as Mom came into view. I pulled my dress down over my ass and watched over my shoulder as she gave Daddy a confused look.

“Just helping Jessa,” he said as he pulled the popcorn from the top shelf and handed it to me.

I kept my legs pressed together so Daddy’s c*m wouldn’t drip down my thighs for her to see.

“I need a juice box for Henry?” Mom said.

I pulled one from the shelf and handed it to her.

“Thanks.”

When she walked away, Daddy huffed out a relieved breath.

“I told her I want to take you on a special hiking trip.” Daddy ran his fingers up and down my neck. “We’ll sleep in the SUV, just like last time.”

I smiled as I thought about how it all started, with Daddy f*****g me in the back of the car.