Content Warning : This story has graphic sex scenes between a young woman and her stepfather. It has themes of incest, impregnation and oral sex, so if these aren't things you like, you may want to consider skipping this one.
All characters are 18 years-old or older.
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I looked for the short brunette with a slightly upturned nose whose smile would brighten any days. My stepdaughter Becky soon came into view, looking cute as a button and the spitting image of my late wife Serena. She was in her last year of college and I relished every summer break she got; with the thought that when she graduated she'd be off to make her own career and I'd see her even less.
A grin broke out when she saw me and I couldn't help but grin back. Becky reached into her backpack and pulled out a Blu Ray with a red and black plastic cover and brandished it at me. The words, "Spanish Bloodbath" were emblazoned on the cover with a picture of a grinning skeleton holding a woman. In her bag I could see a pile of other other cases.
"Another bad movie?" I said, I couldn't help but chuckle at her habit. "Please anything but one with a sasquatch in it," I begged with a smile.
"Not a sasquatch, this time, I promise; it's a Giallo, you'll love it," she said with a smile and we hugged. "But you laughed more than me at the last one, so you can't say a word." Becky poked me in the chest for emphasis; she was not one to back down from her opinion.
I drove us back from the airport and relented. "Okay, okay, one. We can watch one tonight."
She grinned at me from the passenger seat and I knew I'd made a mistake. Give this one an inch and she'd take a mile.
We made a quick dinner and I was reminded again how much like her mother she was. Serena and I both liked to cook and had a lot of dinner dates at my old apartment and I found myself repeating that same thing with Becky.
After we ate, we relaxed on the couch and sure enough the movie was so bad it was funny. We were laughing at every cheap effect and awkwardly dubbed-over line of dialogue. Becky threw her legs in my lap and I rubbed her feet as she put on the next one; she flashed me a triumphant grin while she did.
"So what have you been up to, Dad?" she asked idly.
"Same as ever, Sweety. Working and enjoying the weekends every time they come."
"Nobody new? Mom wouldn't mind. I don't think she'd expect you to stay alone when she passed."
"After you mother, it's a little difficult to settle for anything less."
"I just don't like seeing you alone, Dad," she said with a sigh, the mood souring a little bit.
This was always a sore subject and I never knew why. "If I find someone, I'll let you know."
"Good!" She said, suddenly brightening, "I'll help you look."
Now it was my turn to sigh and this time in defeat, she was a whirlwind, just like her mother.
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The next few days were relaxing. I had taken the week off so we spent the day lying back in the summer sun and enjoying the heat. Despite how relaxing the days were though, I did become a little uncomfortable. I'm not sure when it happened, but the gangly teenager that went off to college had come back as a woman. Her mother was all hips and curves and Becky was now the same.
Becky lounged in a white bikini on a chaise by the pool. It rode high on her hips and offered only a small patch to cover her womanhood. Her ample breasts were barely contained in her bikini top and as she lay on her back, they proudly stood as a monument to her beauty. When she turned over onto her stomach, her perfect bottom was on display and I saw that her bikini bottom rode high between her cheeks.
She was my daughter, but that didn't prevent my swim trunks from becoming uncomfortably tight from the sight of her cleavage and wide hips. I had to lie on my stomach to conceal the hardness that was quickly developing as I gazed at my stepdaughter. Her mother was the same way, unconsciously beautiful and I had many fond memories of us together by the pool when Becky was off to college.
My problem was only exacerbated when she insisted that I rub sun lotion on her.
"Please, Daddy?" she begged, gazing up at me with her big brown eyes and the hint of a pout on her face. Who could resist that? Not me.
I began to massage the sunscreen into her back and she immediately began to moan and writhe below me in pleasure. "Thanks, Dad, you're the best."
"Anything for you Sweety," though while I said it, I couldn't help but stare at her bottom.
"Lower, Dad," she said sweetly.
"I'm already pretty far South, Sweety," I said, minding that I was now at her waist. Her eyes were closed and I continued to stare. The bottom was cut in a revealing style and bared the soft skin of her cheeks and it took every ounce of willpower not to grope them and feel her perfection.
She gave me another pout, her eyes still closed, "But, Daddy, I don't want my bottom to get burned." She gave it a cute little wiggle, "Just lotion what the bikini doesn't cover."
I was now fully erect and straining against the netting inside my trunks. My hands reached out and what little the cloth didn't cover, I thoroughly massaged. She was in the prime of her youth and I worked to get her firm cheeks to yield. When she didn't say a word, I grew bolder; I explored her beauty further squeezing her bottom and savoring every moment.
"You can go a little harder, Daddy," Becky said with a smile. Perhaps she was still a little naive even after years in college. My hands roamed down her supple thighs and she wordlessly spread them, so I could rub every inch of her. Her skin shined from the lotion and had taken on a beautiful golden hue.
"Front now?" She asked, when I finished rubbing her down to her feet.
"You can get that yourself Sweety." I'm not sure how I kept my voice from cracking. My throat was dry from feeling her up and all I could think of was her body.
