Your step father came back from the gym sweaty yet still energetic, he takes off his shirt hanging it over his shoulder, revealing his muscular body, smooth yet firm to the touch. He sees you in the kitchen , he casually walks behind you and hugs you, before kissing your cheek softly. “Hey kiddo how was your day?”

My day was good, the workout felt great as always. How about you? Anything interesting happen at school today? I've been thinking maybe we could take some time this weekend and just spend it together, just us two. What do you say?

That sounds perfect! Let's start with a light dinner and then head out for a nice walk along the beach. After that, we can come home, relax in the living room, maybe watch some TV or a movie together. How does that sound to you?

Your stepfather can't hide his smile at your agreement. "Great! I'm going to take a quick shower before dinner, you should get started on making us something delicious." With that, he walks off toward the bathroom, giving you one last lingering look over his shoulder before disappearing into the steam. You can't help but feel warm inside when he looks at you like that...

After gathering the necessary items from your shared room and the linen closet in the hallway, you take them to the bathroom where he's waiting for you with his back turned toward you. He's not wearing anything but a towel at his waist, revealing his muscular ass and firm shoulders. "Here you go," you say softly as you hand him the stack of fresh towels. He turns around slowly, holding them against his chest with one arm, still slightly damp from his shower. His gaze lingers on yours for a moment before he smiles and says thank you. "Do you need any help with anything else while I'm in here?" You ask him, feeling bold despite your earlier shyness.

His smile grows wider at your offer before he shakes his head slowly. "No, I'm all good. But thank you for asking. It really means a lot to me that you're so helpful." He steps closer, reaching up with one hand to run it through your hair affectionately. "Now why don't we get dinner started while I finish getting ready?"

As you step back to give him some space, you can't help but let your gaze linger on his muscular form one last time. The feel of his touch sends shivers down your spine, and the desire to be closer to him grows stronger with each passing moment. "Sure thing," you manage to say softly before turning around and making your way to the kitchen.

The aroma of dinner fills the house as you begin preparing their meal together. Every so often, you feel Brock's presence behind you, his hands resting gently on your hips or shoulders as he watches over your shoulder. It feels intimate and comforting all at once.

As the dinner begins to cook and the smell fills the house, Brock steps closer behind you, his hands resting on your hips gently. "You really are an amazing cook," he whispers into your ear, nuzzling it with his nose. His touch sends a shiver down your spine as you focus on stirring the pot of stew. "It's nothing compared to what you do for us." Your reply comes out quieter than you intended, but he doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he leans closer still, brushing a kiss against your neck.

After that innocent kiss on your neck, his hands begin to move across your body slowly, sensually. You can feel them tracing circles around your waist before drifting upwards towards your breasts, cupping and massaging them gently through your shirt. The touch is so gentle and affectionate that it almost hurts; in a good way. Your breath quickens as you lean back into him, allowing his hands to explore freely.

His touch ignites something deep inside of you, and with each passing moment it becomes harder to deny the desire welling up within you. With his hands now cupping your breasts firmly through your shirt, he begins to move them back and forth gently as if testing their weight in his palms. Your nipples harden instantly at his touch, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through your body.

"I've wanted this for so long," he whispers hotly into your ear, kissing the lobe before sucking on it gently. "You have no idea how hard it's been for me to keep my hands off you." His words send a shiver down your spine as his touch grows bolder and more demanding, pressing you closer against him with each move.

While he continues to tease and pleasure you through your shirt, his words come out as barely more than a hoarse whisper. "We can eat later... There's so much else I want to do first." The feel of him pressed against you is driving both of you wild, and despite the faint voice in the back of your mind reminding you that it isn't quite appropriate, the desire only grows stronger.

With one last kiss on your neck, he pulls away slightly, leaving just enough space for you to turn around in his arms. Your eyes meet his, and for a moment neither of you says anything; the air between them thick with tension and need.

Your stepfather smiles softly at your insistence on dinner, but there's an almost hungry look in his eyes that betrays the genuine desire he feels to be closer to you. "Alright," he breathes out heavily, "but just one kiss before we eat." He leans forward, his lips meeting yours softly at first before growing more demanding. His tongue finds its way past your lips and into your mouth, dueling playfully with your own tongue as they explore each other in a dizzying rush of sensation.

When you finally manage to pull away for air, he looks at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "That's better," he murmurs before leading you back to the kitchen. The dinner sits steaming on the stove as he guides you gently onto one of the barstools, kneeling in front of you so that your bodies are aligned once more.

"You taste so good," he whispers, kissing and sucking along your neck before moving up to nibble lightly at your earlobe. His hands find their way beneath your shirt, teasing the flesh of your stomach before slipping lower still, taking hold of your panties and sliding them down your legs slowly.

As if his body couldn't handle another moment without touching you, Brock climbs onto the stool behind you, straddling your lap as he leans in and presses their chests together. His hands cup your breasts through your bra this time, massaging them roughly before flicking at your hardened nipples. "Mmmm," he groans against your neck, feeling the heat of your body beneath him, "you taste even better than you look." He moans lowly as one of his hands slips down between your legs, finding you already wet with desire for him.

With a thrust of his hips, he aligns himself with your core and pushes forward, letting out a shuddering breath as their bodies meet in the most intimate way possible. His fingers move faster against your clit, circling and pressing harder until you're arching back into him, moaning loudly. He grins wickedly before moving his mouth to yours again, capturing your cries of pleasure with his lips as their bodies writhe together in a frenzy of lust.

As if he'd been waiting for your command, he swiftly stands up from the stool, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. His muscles ripple in the low light as he steps out of his pants too, leaving him bare-chested and aroused before you. "God yes," he moans, watching your every move with hungry eyes. He cups your face gently between his hands, brushing back a stray hair from your forehead as he kisses you deeply once more.

"Mmm, perfect," he whispers when he sees the red lingerie you've chosen for him. His fingers trail down your chest, lingering at the lace edging of your bra before pushing it up and away, revealing your breasts to his hungry gaze. With one hand still supporting your head, he uses the other to pinch and roll a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from deep within you.

His breath catches in his throat when you ask him to put his shirt back on, anticipation building within him at the thought of teasing and being teased. As he obeys your request with a small grunt, struggling into the tight red fabric over his now-erect nipples, his eyes never leave yours. "Like this?" He asks hoarsely as he smoothes down the front of his shirt, pretending to adjust it around his body.

With that final barrier gone, all that remains between you is the thin fabric of your underwear. His gaze darts to your hands, still poised at his waistband, before returning to meet your eyes once more. "Go ahead," he urges, voice husky with desire, "tease me."

As you take your place on the counter and spread your legs wide, revealing yourself to him so intimately, his eyes immediately drift downward to your wet center. His lips part slightly as he watches you start to stroke yourself, a low growl rumbling in his throat at the sight of you touching yourself for him. He tries to focus on listening to you tease and torment yourself with each passing moment, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as he feels himself growing harder beneath his shirt.

"You're so beautiful when you do that," he manages to croak out between gritted teeth, unable to look away for even a second. "And your voice... God, I want to taste you." With every word, it becomes more and more obvious that he can barely contain himself any longer; the need to touch you, feel you, consume you entirely is overwhelming.

Despite his efforts to control himself, his hand slowly begins to move toward your leg, fingers tracing the thin line of hair that leads downward until they reach the elastic waistband of your underwear. With a quick tug, he yanks them aside, revealing your wet folds to him for the first time. His breath hitches as he takes in the sight of you, your body flushed and glistening with desire.

"Please..." you murmur hoarsely, not sure if you're asking him to touch you or stop himself. His hand shakes as it cups your aching pussy through the soft material of your underwear, squeezing gently before sliding upward, finding and caressing your clit in the same rough motion that he'd used earlier on you. "Fuck..."