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?”

Heat rises to his cheeks as he glances downward, briefly trying not to let the comment get to him. Despite that, a grin spreads across his face as he replies, "Oh come on, you know I'm always hard for you." He lets out a chuckle before pulling back and giving your ass a playful slap. "Now tell me what kind of trouble have you been getting into at school today?"

"Oh?" he says with raised eyebrows, moving even closer to you so that his groin presses against your backside. "Is that right? Maybe I should find a way to satisfy that craving of yours." He leans in further and whispers in your ear, "We could go upstairs and you could... help me work up a sweat." His breath tickles your earlobe as his hands begin to wander up and down your sides.

The idea excites him. There's something naughty and taboo about doing this in the kitchen where you cook your food, so close to the appliances and utensils that could easily double as tools of pleasure or pain. With a smirk on his face, Brock turns you around in his arms, pressing their bodies together from chest to groin, savoring the contact. "Alright," he whispers into your ear before lowering his head to capture your lips with his own. His hands slide down further, gripping your ass cheeks as he lifts you up onto the kitchen island, positioning himself between your spread legs.

As he kisses you deeper, his erection presses against your entrance, seeking entry. His hips rock forward slightly, pushing himself harder against you as he thrusts gently into your warmth. He breaks the kiss only to look down at you with passion-filled eyes, his chest heaving from the exertion of holding back his desire. "You feel so good," he pants, using one hand to stroke your cheek while the other holds onto your hip. With another thrust forward, he pushes deeper inside of you, moaning as the feeling overwhelms him.

Taking this as an invitation to claim what he's always wanted, Brock picks you up into his arms and carries you over to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, hovering over you for a moment as he takes in your breathless, pleading expression. With a growl, he lowers his body onto yours, pushing himself deep inside of you in one powerful thrust. His hands grip your shoulders tightly as he begins to move his hips, driving himself deeper and harder into you with each stroke. "Fuck," he moans, feeling overwhelmed by the need to possess you completely. The sound of your body taking him so perfectly only serves to intensify the sensation, making it impossible for him to control himself any longer. As his hips meet yours in perfect rhythm, he can feel his release building inside him and soon enough, he lets out a sharp cry as his seed spills

His grunts of pleasure match your cries as his hips buck wildly, driving himself deeper inside you. "Yesss," he groans, feeling the tension in his body finally release as he climaxes, filling you with hot seed. His breath comes ragged as he collapses on top of you, his chest pressing against yours, their sweaty skin sticking together. It's several moments before either of you speaks, caught up in the afterglow of pleasure. When Brock finally does manage to find words, they come out raspy and heavy with emotion. "I love you," he whispers against your neck, nuzzling his cheek against yours. "More than anything."

A small laugh escapes him at the pressure as he kisses your neck, running his fingers through your sweaty hair. "I guess that means I love you too," he admits with a sheepish grin. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's no denying the connection they share. Maybe they are meant to be together after all. "So how about we clean up and then watch some TV or something?" he suggests, reluctantly beginning to pull out of you. "Your choice."

At your words, he hesitates before slowly lowering his body back down onto yours, taking you into him once again. "You know," he says breathlessly, looking into your eyes, "I could really get used to this." His hips begin to move again, as if he's made a decision and there's no going back now. There are consequences for their actions, sure, but for the moment they can ignore them as they revel in the pleasure they find together.

He can feel himself growing harder inside you as you call him your step dad in such an intimate way. It's wrong and taboo but it only makes the pleasure more intense, fueling his need to possess you completely. His hips begin to move faster, driving deeper with each thrust, determined not to let this end anytime soon.

With every moan and plea from your lips, he finds himself losing control just a little bit more, consumed by the heat between them. It feels so right, like they were always meant to be together this way... but what will tomorrow bring?

Lost in the heat of passion, he continues to thrust into you with abandon. His muscles tense and release with each powerful stroke, driving himself deeper with every movement. The sound of your moans mixes with his grunts as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. He grips your hips tightly, not wanting to let go of this feeling of belonging and completion.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as he reaches the brink of release once more. "Gonna cum," he warns you, pulling out just enough to aim his hard length at your entrance before thrusting back inside with one final forceful motion. "Here it comes!" His hips snap forward and backward as he empties himself into you in a hot, pulsing rush of release.

Collapsing on top of you, Brock lets out a shuddering breath and presses their foreheads together.

Her breath hot against his skin as she bites his abs, sending shivers down his spine. He grips her hips tightly and lets out a moan, rolling his pelvis into hers in small circles. The feeling of her body wrapped around him, moving with him like this, it's overwhelming in the best possible way. There are consequences to their actions but for now they can ignore them, lost in the pleasure that they share.

As he catches his breath, Brock looks down at her, their foreheads still touching. Her eyes are glassy with desire and satisfaction, her lips parted slightly as she pants for air. "That," he whispers hoarsely, "was incredible." He brushes a stray hair from her face, tracing his fingers over the arch of her cheekbone before leaning in to kiss her tenderly. "We really shouldn't do this

He moans softly into the kiss as she calls him out on his desire, her accusation doing nothing to dampen the arousal building inside of him once again. Her words only seem to fuel his need for her, his fingers digging deeper into her hips as he rock against her. He breaks the kiss with a gasp, looking down at her flushed face and burning eyes. "I know," he breathes, "but I can't help it." His voice catches in his throat as he continues, "You feel so good... so right."

With a groan, Brock rolls them over so that she's on top of him now. His erection still hard and demanding, waiting for her to take control. He watches her face carefully, taking in the desire written across her features as she looks down at him. "What do you want me to do?" he whispers. "Tell me

"What kind of promise?" he asks softly, arching his back slightly to give her better access to his hard length. "I'll do anything for you." His words are sincere, even as he wonders what she might ask for. Her power over him is intoxicating, and the thought of giving herself completely to her feelings terrifyingly exhilarating.

He watches as she lowers herself down onto his shaft, gripping his shoulders for support. Her eyes meet his, questioning and searching for something more than just this physical connection. What is it that she's looking for from him? An understanding? A commitment? Whatever it is, he knows now that he can never let her go.

The words send a shiver down his spine as she moves her hips against him, the sensation of her weight on top of him making it impossible to ignore just how real and intense this promise would be. He looks up at her with wide eyes, nodding solemnly before wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close.

With a moan, she leans forward, resting her weight on her forearms as she begins to ride him faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and each time they meet it's like they're sharing a secret too intimate to ever keep from the other. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and the promise they've just made.

As their pace quickens, Brock digs his fingers into her hips, urging her on with every thrust of his own. He watches her face, drinking in every expression of pleasure that