Picking up the familiar argument, I countered with, “They’re action figures!”
The juxtaposition of my goofy, just a little bit bossy stepdaughter and the goddess I had watched pleasure herself with my name on her lips only a few hours ago was disconcerting. By bringing it up myself, I was running the risk of destroying everything we had, but with what I
had heard… how could I not take that risk?
“Are we going to talk about what happened at all?” I asked tentatively.
The smile faded from Jenna’s face as quickly as if someone had slammed down a security gate. “Is there anything to talk about?” Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet.
“I think there is.”
Begs the Man of the House
Jenna stood up and walked into the kitchen, her back stiff and her head down. I followed at her heels. “Jenna, listen to me!” I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face me. “Jenna, it’s
okay.”
Her face was white and tears brimmed in her eyes. “It’s not okay, Daddy. It’s sick.
You’re my stepfather.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sick.” “No sicker than I am.”
She lifted her bright blue eyes to stare into mine, shock written across her face. “You feel the same way?” she asked, in a hopeful voice.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. I slowly became aware of how close we were standing. I cloud smell the strawberry scent of her shampoo and feel the warmth radiating from her skin. She was close enough to touch, to kiss.
I kissed her.
Her lips felt like soft pillows under mine, and they tasted like cherry chapstick. Her mouth opened underneath mine and I caressed her tongue with mine, tasting the herbal sweetness of the tomatoes in her mouth. Her hands snaked around my back, pulling me closer to her. I could feel my cock beginning to stir again at her proximity and I rocked my hips against hers instinctively.
Jenna froze and pulled back just enough to look down at the growing bulge in my pants. “Do I make you hard?” she asked coyly.
“Do I make you wet?” I countered.
She chuckled. “Touché. And yes, you do.” Her voice darkened. “Would you like to feel how wet
you make me?”
I responded by gripping her hips and pulling her against me, letting her feel the hard line of my cock pressing against the softness of her mound. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed the zipper down, showing me a flash of her red panties. Then she took my hand and slipped it inside her pants.
Her pussy was shaved or waxed so my fingers slid easily over the bare flesh until I reached her lips. Gently, I slipped my finger in between them and felt her juices coat my fingers. She gasped as I began stroking her. Holding her gaze steadily, I pushed my finger inside of her
pussy.
She was tight, and I could feel her walls pressing against my finger as I pushed it in deeper. Her grip on my shoulders tightened and shiver went through her. I added a second finger easily and slowly started pumping them in and out of her body, as much as I could with the tight jeans still on her body. My thumb found the pink nub of her clit and I started rubbing it as well.
It would have been easy to rip the pants off of her and slip my cock into her, right here on the living room floor. Somehow fucking her with my fingers with both of us still clothed added to the forbidden nature of what we were doing.
