A loud crash of thunder echoed through the house. Kenna slipped into the bed with her step-dad. This wasn't uncommon. Kenna often slept with her parents, especially on nights like this when the lightning kept her up. It was exactly that she was afraid. She just felt more comfortable being close to somebody. She and her mom slept together for many years. And then her mom had met Robert and Kenna had to sleep by herself. She still found excuses to slip back into the bed though, just like tonight.
Kenna moved under the covers and cuddled close to her step-dad. The large bed was empty tonight. Kenna's mother was out of town. She had been gone for over two weeks. Kenna did not mind sleeping with her step father though, they were very close. And plus, Kenna had always had a crush on him. She slid her body next to his and closed her eyes. Sleep over took her quickly.
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Kenna awoke in the early hours of the morning. Rough hands were grabbing her. It took her a moment to remember where she was. A strong hand cupped her breast from behind and she could feel hot breath on her cheek. Another hand was prying it's way between her legs. Behind her she could feel a man's hips pressed against hers, a huge bulge was against her ass. Kenna was groggy and confused.
"Daddy?" she whispered. There was no response. Kenna's mind raced. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he thought she was her mom. Maybe... he knew who she was and trying to have sex with her.
Kenna felt her legs part and a finger grazed her. She shuddered and let out a moan.
"Daddy?" She said again, a little more forceful.
"Shhh, Princess, It's okay"... Came the groggy reply.
Kenna knew now that she had not been mistaken for her mother. Rob had always called Kenna princess. Kenna's stomach felt heavy and she was lightheaded. She had dreamed of this before. As soon as she had started masturbating, she thought of Rob. But never did she think it would actually happen. His fingers pushed inside her. Kenna was torn. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to make love to him, to feel him. She wanted her fantasy to come true. But she also knew what she should do. She should stop him and run out of the room. This was her mother's husband. Kenna's internal conflict raged inside her.
"Get up!" she screamed at herself. "You have got to move," and yet her body stayed still. Kenna could not will herself to move. Her nipples were erect and she was dripping wet. She had goosebumps all over her body. Her daddy's hands were running wild over her soft flesh. She could feel his thick fingers working between her legs. His other hand went up and down her body, grabbing her breasts, rubbing her stomach, squeezing her neck and caressing her face. Kenna nearly talked herself into leaving when Rob pulled her face to his and kissed her. This was no father-daughter, innocent type of kiss. This was lust. Her lips parted and she felt his tongue enter her mouth. She could taste his breath. Kenna was lost. She melted into him and opened herself up.
"Daddy..." She sighed. It was not a question anymore. She reached behind her and found his manhood. It was massive, throbbing and hot. Kenna had suspected that her step-dad was hung. She had gotten glimpses of it, through is shorts or in passing. It was very satisfying to be holding it now. Kenna rubbed her hands over her wet pussy and used the juice to start stroking her father. Rob's movements became more frantic. His hands became stronger and unrelenting. Kenna could feel him kissing her neck and back. Be started to finger her in earnest. Kenna moaned as her daddy's fingers traveled over her swollen clit. Her breath quickened and her body shook. Then, he suddenly stopped. She felt his hands at her waist. He pulled her pajamas and underwear down, exposing her. She knew what was next. Kenna arched her back towards him and guided his cock toward her. She felt the pressure as he pushed inside her. She had never had such a large cock in her life. She cried out in pleasure as he pushed inside of her. Rob wrapped his arms around his daughter and pulled her closer as he moved inside.
Kenna's mind was blank. She felt whole, completed. This was everything she imagined it would be. She felt him start to thrust.
"Oh, Daddy,..." She moaned. Rob covered her lips with his, muffeling her words. He had one hand around her throat and the other between her legs. Rob began to thrust harder and harder. The sounds in the room were mixing together to form a melody that Kenna thought was beautiful.
"This is what making love is," She thought to herself. "This is what sex is supposed to be like." Kenna pushed back against her step-dad with each thrust. She tried to take him further and further inside of her. She felt his grip on her body tighten and his thrusting became frantic. She knew he was nearing his climax. She wanted to make him cum. She wanted to be the reason he was satisfied. She pushed back harder than ever and he began to grunt. Kenna felt a hot surge between her legs.
"Arggghh," Rob cried out as he emptied himself inside his daughter. Kenna had never had a man cum inside her before. She had always wanted it but it felt too dangerous. But everything felt safe with her daddy. This felt right. She could feel the liquid dripping out of her.
The room fell silent. Rob's breathing became heavy. Kenna could feel him shrinking inside of her. His hands still rested on her body. Moments passed and Kenna started to hear her daddy's soft snores. She moved her body close to his and pulled his arms tightly around her. Kenna closed her eyes and fell into the most contented sleep of her life.
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Rob woke up, confused and groggy. He had been having a dream, he thought. It wasn't the first time he had had this dream. He was dreaming of having sex with his step daughter. Rob checked the sheets. Another wet dream he could tell. He thought these ended after high school.
Rob's wife had been gone for 17 day. It had been weeks since he had felt a woman's touch and it was getting harder to control these dreams. They seemed to be more frequent the longer he went without sex. He lay there a moment trying to compose himself. Then he through the covers in the floor, grabbed a pair of shorts and headed down stairs.
The smell of pancakes and fresh cooked bacon was filling the house. Rob turned the courned to the kitchen and saw his step-daughter, busy at the stove. She wore a loose fitting tee-shirt that fell half-way down her thigh, covering any shorts that she was wearing. Rob stared at her for a moment. She was beautiful. He sometimes wondered what it would be like to be married to her instead of her mom.
Kenna was humming a tune and floating around the kitchen merrily. Rob pulled out a chair and sat.
"Good morning, Princess," He greeted her warmly. Kenna turned. Her eyes beamed at him. She half ran to the table.
"Good morning, Daddy," She told him, and this pecked him on the lips. She quickly turned away and started making her daddy a plate.
Rob touched his lips. "That was weird," He thought. But before he could think any more about it Kenna placed a plate of food in front of him. Rob looked down. Omelets, pancakes, bacon, fresh cut fruit. Kenna had been hard at work making this breakfast. Rob started to eat. He had not realized how hungry he was. As he ate, Kenna continued to float around the kitchen. Rob watched her. She was filled with energy and life. Her face had a smile etched across it and she appeared to be glowing.
