STEPDADDY DIARIES

Bonding Time I

Rain fell hard against the windows of the old lake house, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. Eli had inherited the place from his late wife’s family, and every summer he brought Reece here for what they called “father-daughter bonding.”

This year the trip felt a bit different. Reece was twenty now, all long legs and knowing glances, and the tension between them had been simmering for a long time.

She’d spent the entire three-hour ride with her bare feet propped on the dashboard, shorts riding so high that the crease where thigh met ass was visible every time she shifted.

Eli had kept his eyes on the road with forced focus, pretending he didn’t notice the way she kept licking the condensation off her water bottle like she was putting on a show.

By the time they reached the lake house the sun had already dipped behind the pines. Eli carried their bags inside while Reece disappeared upstairs. When she came back down she was wearing one of his old flannel shirts, unbuttoned just enough to show the swell of her breasts and nothing underneath. The hem barely covered the curve of her ass.

“Power’s out,” she announced, lighting a candle on the kitchen island. “I think the storm knocked the lines down.”

Eli stood at the sink, back to her, trying to focus on filling a pitcher with bottled water. “We’ll manage. We should have more candles in the hall closet.”

Reece moved behind him, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body. “I'm okay with the dark. I like it,” she murmured. “Makes everything feel secret.”

He turned, and her chest brushed his arm but she didn’t step back. Instead she looked up at him through her lashes, lips parted, waiting.

“Reece,” he said like he was begging.

“What?” She tilted her head, innocent. “Can't I stand here?”

Her fingers traced the edge of the counter, then drifted to the top button of the flannel. She popped it open slowly, then the next, until he could see the soft curve of her stomach and the shadow between her breasts.

Eli’s hand shot out and caught her wrist. “You really shouldn't do this.”

She smiled sweetly. “I’ve been playing it for months, you can't tell me you never noticed till now.”

He let go like she’d burned him and stepped back. Reece followed, crowding him against the counter then she rose on her toes and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” she whispered.

He didn’t say anything.

She sank to her knees right there on the kitchen floor then her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. Eli’s c**k was already hard, straining against his jeans and when Reece finally freed him, she wrapped her fingers around the thick length, and looked up with wide, hungry eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do this especially for a long time,” she said. “Every time you walked around the house in those gray sweatpants I imagined dropping to my knees and taking you in my mouth.”

She licked his d**k from the base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the bead of precum. Eli’s hand found her hair, not to guide her, he was just holding. Reece took him deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose brushed his stomach and then she held there, gagging softly, tears pricking her eyes, before pulling back with a wet gasp.

“f**k, Reece,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels too good.”

She smiled around his c**k and started bobbing, sloppy and eager, saliva dripping down his shaft onto the floor. Every time she pulled off she whispered filthy things.

“Don’t just hold my hair, Eli. I want you to f**k my mouth and use my throat like it’s yours.”

Eli’s remaining sense of morality left him completely. He gripped her hair tighter with both hands and thrust into her mouth. Reece moaned around him, the vibration making his balls tighten. He f****d her throat until she was choking and drooling, mascara running down her cheeks, and only then did he pull her off.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

She obeyed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Eli spun her around and bent her over the counter, yanking the flannel up to expose her bare ass. He spread her cheeks and dragged his tongue from her p***y to her tight little hole, tasting her arousal.

Reece gasped, pushing back against his face. “Yes…yes please…eat my ass, Daddy. Get it nice and wet for your cock.”

He growled at the word and shoved two fingers into her dripping cunt while his tongue worked her rim. Reece rocked back, riding his face, moaning loud enough to echo through the empty house. Just as her thighs started to shake he pulled away.

“No! Why did you stop?” she whined. “I was so close.”

“Not yet.” He stood, pressing his c**k between her ass cheeks, sliding it through her slick without entering. “You can’t c*m yet.”