"What the hell?" Steve's voice cracks as he steps out of the bathroom, his towel barely clinging to his hips.
His stepdaughter, Kelly, sits cross-legged on the bed, her blonde curls cascading over her shoulders, the delicate lace of her lingerie contrasting with the confident smirk on her face. Fresh, clean, red lingerie clings to her body, barely containing her large, pert breasts that rise and fall softly as she leans back, clearly enjoying the look of shock on Steve's face.
If he was confused by the presence of fresh, red underwear after their night of passion, he is absolutely perplexed by the presence of Bobby next to her. She lounges casually, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her slender frame. She's wearing something equally provocative - black silk that clings to her petite curves, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. The room service tray sits between them, half consumed.
His eyes dart between Kelly and Bobby, their giggles filling the room with pure joy, pure provocation. Kelly the seductress, English rose, blonde, busty, pert, fruity. Bobby, petite, Asian, mysterious, like a dark red wine, equally pert and delicious.
Steve rubs the back of his neck, his mind racing. "Bobby, I--what are you doing here? And Kelly, umm what's happening?" He gestures at Bobby, who tilts her head slightly, her lips curling into a playful smile.
"Oh, is it not nice to see me?" Bobby asks, in her slight American lilt.
"It's amazing to see you, sorry, that's not what I meant. Amazing to see you. I'm just er shocked. Kelly, you know. I'm your..." he doesn't want to verbalise it, but has to get it out into the room. "... I'm your stepfather, last night, um, I thought last night would um."
Kelly interrupts him, "I warned you in the bar, Steve. A girl always tells her friends." Both girls break out into giggles again.
Steve opens his mouth to say something, he's not sure what, but the sight of the two girls so close, their heads practically touching, stops him cold. There's an energy between them, something electric that makes his throat dry. He swallows hard, his towel feeling tighter by the second.
Last night was more than incredible. But it was... wrong. So wrong. As he stands there, still damp from his shower, he can't help but remember the way Kelly's body felt against his, the sounds she made as she came with his head between her legs, as they came together with his cock buried inside her. Guilt claws at him, his wife's face flashes in his mind, Grace's sharp tongue and overbearing demeanour. He flinches internally, the memory of her constant criticism cutting deep. But over the guilt, there's a spark of something else--something dark and addictive.
"Don't worry, Baby. We're just having fun. Isn't that what Christmas is for? Goodwill to all men." Bobby says, bending forward and looking straight into Steve's eyes. She is beautiful. He thought so last night when she was clothed. Now, dressed just in lingerie, she is mesmerising.
"Hey, don't forget me, I want some of that goodwill too." Kelly butts in, taking Bobby's hand in hers.
Bobby chuckles softly, leaning in closer to Kelly.
Then Steve thinks he is in heaven. Bobby kisses Kelly on the lips. Their eyes close, and they hold the kiss. Steve can see tongues darting between their lips. Their fingers touching each other's skin. He feels the towel tighten again across his groin.
As the girls break the kiss, Kelly sees Steve's amazement and grins. "Come on, Steve. Join us for breakfast." She pats the bed.
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The morning had started hesitantly. Steve woke up to the sound of Kelly in the shower, sunlight breaking through the hotel curtains, stirring him from a sexual slumber of contentment. He'd lain there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, his heart pounding as memories of the night before flooded his mind. Kelly - his stepdaughter - naked in his arms, her soft skin pressed against his, her breath warm against his ear. They'd been reckless, wild, and utterly shameless.
But, as he progressed to the bathroom, and then stood under the hot spray of the shower, trying to wash away the evidence of their sin, all he could think about was how good it had felt.
He had realised over the course of the last evening that his marriage to Grace had been fast unraveling. He was a passenger on a train, not knowing where it was going, and not actually enjoying the scenery. He had been so focused on catching the train that he hadn't noticed he had lost his way. She'd always been critical, never satisfied, and lately, it had gotten worse. His confidence had taken hit after hit until he barely recognized himself. But last night, with the five girls, enjoying the conversation, the banter, the attention and then enjoying Kelly... he felt alive again. Powerful. Desired.
And yet, guilt gnawed at him. How could he have done that? What would Grace say if she ever found out? What would friends and family say if they ever found out?
He stepped out of the shower, wiped the mist from the bathroom mirror, admiring his muscular body, taking pride in the size of his cock hanging down his thigh, a cock that had pleasured Kelly so magnificently. He took time to really look at the new 'Steve' before wrapping a towel around his waist. He froze when he heard a faint knock on the door followed by the click of the hotel door opening. He hears Kelly "Good morning. I can take that....Looks wonderful. Thank you so much... and you... Thank you," and then the sound of a cart being wheeled into the room. Ah. Room service.
He dried, deodorized, put on some face cream, and tried to smooth out the laughter lines around his eyes and the thin creases on his forehead. 'Oh, well, you can't beat time, ' he thought.
***
Kelly had woken before Steve. She woke lying on top of him, still in his arms. Her body ached from the physical activity of the night before. Her pussy could still feel the twinges from being stretched. Her jaw ached from his hard cock thrusting in and out. But for the first time in her life she felt loved, adored. She wanted to stay there forever, never being released from this cocoon.
But she had made a promise, and she was excited about fulfilling that promise.
She gently unwrapped herself from Steve, being careful not to wake him. She grabbed her phone and headed into the bathroom. Sitting down for a long-needed pee, she texted Bobby.
'Morning Sexy. He is amazing. Still up for some fun?'
The response was almost immediate. 'Morning Babes. Can't wait. Where? When?'
