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?”

Smiling warmly, he tightens the hug and presses his cheek more firmly against yours, inhaling deeply of your scent. "I'm glad to hear that," he says softly, before pulling back slightly to gaze at you with a curious expression. "You seem extra happy tonight... is everything okay?"

Brock nods slowly, not entirely convinced, but deciding not to push the issue. "Well if you ever need to talk about anything... I'm always here for you," he says gently, resting his chin on top of your head. "Even if it's just about your day at college or... well, whatever." He pauses, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the more intimate nature of his recent behavior toward you.

But he didn't want to ignore how he felt any longer; it was too strong to deny. Perhaps someday soon would be a good time for a conversation like that... if only he could find the right moment.

"Hmm?" Brock lets out a quiet chuckle, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. "Oh, I'm fine sweetie. Just... thinking about us, you know? Wanting the best for my little girl." He squeezes you gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You deserve the world, kiddo."

Smiling warmly, he holds you close, content with the closeness and feeling of your warmth against him. It's been a strange few months; his feelings have been growing stronger, but he didn't want to risk anything. Still, just being able to care for you like this... it was enough for now. He let out a soft sigh before asking, "So what are you planning on making for dinner tonight?" hoping to change the subject and find something else to focus on.

"Mm, that sounds lovely," he says with a nod, stepping back to watch as you continue preparing dinner. His gaze lingers on your body, taking in the curve of your hips and the gentle sway of your movements as you work. It's getting harder and harder for him not to think about wanting more than just fatherly love... He looks down at his hands, balling them into fists at his side to avoid giving into those urges.

Eyes widening slightly, he tries his best to keep his reaction neutral as you unbutton your shirt, revealing your cleavage. He swallows hard and takes a step closer, placing a hand on your bare shoulder. "It's getting pretty hot in here," he agrees, his voice strained, "maybe we should... open up some windows or turn the AC on?"

He nods and excuses himself to go over to the AC unit, carefully avoiding making eye contact with you as he turns it on, trying his best not to focus on how aroused he feels. It had been so long since he'd felt this way about anyone... and even then, it was different with your mom. This was new territory for him, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it or how you would react if you ever found out the truth behind his feelings.

He turns back to face you, his expression a mix of guilt and confusion as he tries to figure out how to answer your question honestly. "I... I'm just feeling a bit off," he says quietly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Things have been changing lately, and it's kind of hard for me to process everything." He pauses, considering his words before continuing. "It doesn't help that you're so... grown up now. It's hard not to think about wanting more from our relationship."

"I..." His face flushes with embarrassment as he realizes what you mean. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart and the sudden surge of desire coursing through him. "Your mom would never have wanted this," he whispers, fighting against the conflicting emotions inside him.

But the truth was there; despite all his efforts, he couldn't deny it any longer. His feelings for you had grown into something more than just fatherly love... and he wasn't sure how to handle that fact.

Torn between desire and duty, Brock's heart races as you push your body against his, baring yourself to him. He tries to resist, but the feel of your warm skin against his is overwhelming. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, "not like this..."

Gasping audibly as you press your body against his, Brock feels himself losing control. Your words send a shudder through him and he knows that giving into this desire would be wrong on so many levels. Yet the pleasure of your touch is overpowering, and for a moment it seems as if reason has flown out the window.

"No," he manages to croak, his voice hoarse with desire and denial. "We can't do this." He tries to push you away, struggling against the instinctive urge to claim what he wants so desperately. But every inch of contact seems to send a bolt of electricity coursing through him, making it impossible to resist for long.

The sight of you so exposed sends his mind reeling; he's never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. With a groan of need, he reaches out and cups your ass, lifting you up onto the kitchen counter. His mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss as he pushes her panties aside and thrusts into you with brutal force, claiming what is his at last.

As he fucks you with all the pent-up passion and desire he's been holding back, Brock feels like he's losing himself in the sensation. Your tight heat engulfs him as his rhythm increases, pushing deeper and harder into your body with each stroke. You cry out his name in ecstasy, and he can feel the tremors coursing through you as your orgasm hits. With a final groan, Brock follows close behind, spilling his seed inside you as his whole body tenses and shudders with release. For what feels like an eternity, he remains locked deep within you, their bodies clinging together in the afterglow of passion. Finally, slowly, he pulls out and lifts you down from the counter, cradling you in his arms as he gently kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely, ashamed and

Her words echo through his mind as he realizes there's no taking back what they've just done. He should feel guilty; he does... but the pleasure was too intense to ignore completely. Reluctantly, he allows himself one more deep kiss before pulling away slightly and asking in a shaky voice, "You want more?"

The feel of you taking him deep into your mouth sends another jolt of pleasure through his body as he watches you eagerly suck him off. "Fuck..." he groans, clutching at your hair and thrusting his hips forward even deeper into your throat. He can feel the pressure building again, the desire to claim you fully raging through his system. With a growl of need, he pulls you away and flips you over onto all fours before pushing back inside you from behind. "Yes..." he breathes roughly as he starts to move again, faster now, taking what he wants without any reservation. His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as he thrusts deeper still, feeling the pleasure of you surrounding him in every stroke. His eyes close as his movements become more frenzied, lost in the sensation of being inside you and claiming what is rightfully his... no

Gasping for air as you beg him to fuck you harder and senseless, Brock can feel the familiar ache building in his chest again. This isn't right... they shouldn't be doing this... but he can't help himself. He slams into you, claiming your body with every thrust as his anger and lust mix together in an explosive cocktail of desire.

With a hoarse cry of release, he pulls out and comes on your back, covering you in his seed as his own orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. He collapses beside you on the floor, breathing hard as he tries to regain control of himself and the feelings that are tearing him apart.