Big Daddy Wants Me

3: Josh.

Annabelle is singing something exuberantly, I can hear her muted voice through the windowpane, and she's jumping up and down as she sings.

Her incredible, perfect, succulent breasts are bouncing up and down with her.

I tighten my palm around my c**k, feeling a shiver of pleasure engulf me. I'm really hard - hard as a rock and ready. It's not right, but... I need to c*m.

How long has it been since I've even seen breasts bouncing up and down, like the way a woman's body looks when you have her stretched out on her back, f*****g her, the movement making her t**s sway? God, I need to f**k somebody.

I need to f**k my stepdaughter.

I make a fist around my hard c**k and bring my hand down tight to my balls. I just stare through the window, watching, giving in to the sickest possible f*****g fantasy as I start stroking my shaft.

I wish Anna bikini top would just fall off, so I can see her beautiful breasts... see her nipples...

Chloe gets out of the pool and lunges towards Anna, who laughs. It looks like Chloe is threatening to tackle her if she doesn't stop singing, and Anna locks one smooth, muscular thigh as she braces herself against Chloe's approach.

The two of them, with that perfect, golden skin. Their soft round asses...

I start stroking myself even harder, faster, feeling my breath coming quicker.

Chloe throws her arms around Anna in an aggressive embrace, and Anna twists to take the force of it, turning her back to me and bending forward slightly. The thin strip of her bikini bottoms shows, where it just barely covers her between the legs.

A flush of heat passes through me at the thought of her p***y, and I feel my c**k swell agonizingly against my hand. I run my fingers lightly over the head, imagining what it would feel like to press the head of my c**k between those beautiful, perfect legs, and then I work my shaft, harder and faster, grunting softly as I thrust my hips, and feeling the orgasm build inside of me.

I'm staring, mouth open, at my stepdaughter in her bikini while imagining my c**k inside of her and I start cumming, hard. "Shit."

Jizz shoots out of my d**k against the wall in front of me, while I continue stroking - softer now, using my own c*m to lubricate my hand and shuddering as the powerful sensations break over me. "Oh...fuck."

Holy f**k.

When the tremours stop, I stay there, against the wall, sated.

What did I just do?

It was so f****d up. And it was also the hottest f*****g jerk-off moment of my life.

I take a deep breath, stroking my c**k slower and slower as my heart rate decreases and my breathing returns to normal.

Fuck. I can't believe I did that.

It's not right.

It's not right, but it feels so f*****g amazing.

I wipe my c*m off the wall, impressed that I had shot so far.

Again, I thought to myself, f**k.

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Kiara Sterling arrives about an hour later to pick up her sister. I'm drinking a beer in the kitchen, trying to fight off the overwhelming sense of shame that is stuck in my guts about my behavior in the bathroom, when she walks right into the house.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" she drawls, walking into the kitchen and then gasps in surprise when she sees me sitting at the table. "Oh, you're home!" a manicured hand flutters to her bronzed cleavage. "Sorry, I should've knocked. For some reason I thought you were out."

"No worries, Kiara. You're welcome," I say calmly. It's not like I'm not used to people running in and out of our house. Annabelle is always having so many friends over, so I have long since given up feeling any ownership of the space. "Girls are in Anna's room, I think."

"Oh," she breathes. Her heavily made-up eyes flutters to my beer.

"Wanna beer?" I ask her.

"Sure... that would be nice."

"Grab one from the fridge."

She's not a bad-looking woman, Kiara. She wears her hair long, bleached to a light blonde, and a lot of makeup. She works hard on her body, and makes sure she showed it off, in sexy little outfits designed to catch the eye. It's a bit much for my taste, but at least she is older than Anna and Chloe by ten solid years.

She sits down at the table with me, looking at me eagerly, the way she always does. It's not much of a secret that she is interested in me, and I've never tried to encourage her.

But today I smile back at her warmly. Maybe she isn't someone I can see myself with long term, but, on the other hand, maybe it's time I start thinking about f*****g somebody.

Somebody way mature than my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter.

"Hope the girls haven't been giving you so much trouble?" she asks, sipping her beer.

"Oh no but you know how they are. Lots of screaming and laughing... It's chill. I don't feel disturbed as long as they're having fun."

She smiles. "How about you? You ever have a good time, Josh? It seems like you're always happy to play babysitter. Do you ever get out?"

Wow. She's going for it already. Smart.

"Oh, I go out sometimes," I answers vaguely. "Why? You wanna take me out sometime?"

She laughs nervously. "Yeah, I'd do that. Probably do you some good to have fun for once."

I breathe a laugh, nodding. "Sure. We should do that sometime." I take a sip of my beer.

Chloe happens to walk in at that moment. "Hey, big sis!" She walks right over to my fridge, and helps herself to a Coke. Anna's friends always felt right at home here.

"Hey, dear," said Kiara. "I'm just having a beer with Anna's dad and then we'll get going, okay?"

"Sure thing," Chloe skipped off.

"They're a handful, aren't they?" Kiara asked.

"Yeah. Yeah they are."