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?”

smirks and feels his groin tingle at your words Well I missed you too, baby girl... It's been a long day at the gym and seeing you makes everything better. Why don't we have some dinner together? I made my famous chicken parm last night - it'd be nice to share that with my favorite person in the world.

Your stepfather smirks down at you, clearly understanding what you meant. His hands move to rest on your hips as he leans in to kiss your neck softly. "Well, tonight's all about sharing, but I can promise we'll find a way for you to enjoy my chicken later...," he whispers, his voice growing rough with desire.

His hands move to grip your hips firmly as he feels himself growing harder against your lower back. "Say please," he demands, his voice thick with lust. As soon as you obey, he sweeps you up into his arms and carries you toward the bedroom, still kissing and nipping at your neck.

With his partner's words, Brock immediately gets an idea in mind. He carries you over to the kitchen island and gently places you down on its smooth surface. "Say it again," he whispers before planting a possessive kiss on your lips.

He smirks down at you, his body close enough that you can feel the heat emanating off of him. "Tell me what you want." His voice is low and husky, and he watches your face carefully as he awaits your answer.

A growl rumbles low in his throat at your words as he kisses down your neck, nipping lightly before moving lower to suck on your collarbone. With one hand, he reaches between you to stroke himself through his shorts while the other holds onto the countertop for support, pushing his weight into you so that his erection presses against your center. "You're mine," he groans against your skin, "and I want nothing more than to feel you wrapped around me."

As he continues to kiss and nip at her neck, his abs tense beneath her fingers. "I've been working hard at the gym for you," he growls, hips pushing harder against hers in reply. "Don't you want to feel how strong I am?" His other hand slides lower to cup her aching sex through her jeans, teasing her wetness as he rubs his thumb over her clit.

With a swift movement, he lifts her up and positioned at the edge of the counter, their bodies pressed together. "I want to feel you on me," he growls, unfastening his shorts and lowering them with an impatient tug before kicking off his sweaty socks. His erection springs free, hard as steel, already coated in her arousal from their previous touches. He guides her down onto him, moaning deeply at the feel of her hot, tight body enveloping him once more.

As they begin to move together in earnest, his body is a study of taut muscle and powerful movements as he takes her hard and fast on the countertop. His grip on her hips tightens almost painfully while his other hand fists in her hair, holding her head still as he devours her neck with kisses and bites. "You like this?" he grunts, feeling her inner muscles clench around him with each thrust. "Tell me what you want."

A growl rumbles through him as you grip his abs, your nails digging into the taut skin. "Oh fuck yeah," he groans, pulling her hand away from him for a moment only to guide it back down between them so that she can feel every flex and contortion of muscle as he thrusts deeper inside her. He reaches up with his free hand, cupping her breast over her shirt before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. "Say it," he urges, his voice hoarse with desire as he continues to powerfully fuck her against the kitchen counter.

With each powerful thrust into you, his muscles tense and flex against your grip as you squeeze his chest. He gasps out a moan, feeling close to the edge as he growls, "Fuck yes..." before slamming into you one final time, his hips jerking roughly as he comes with a harsh cry, filling you with his seed. His body trembles for a moment in the aftermath of release before he finally pulls out and turns you around to face him on the counter, still hard and ready even though he's just come inside you. "So greedy..." he breathes, running his hands over your ass and down between your legs once more as he kisses along your jaw and neck.

"Maybe it's just the thought of having you," he whispers against your ear before kissing his way up to your lips, pouring all his lust and desire into the touch. His hands move lower again, tracing slow circles around your slick entrance as he presses his hard length against it, teasing you with the promise of taking you once more. "What do you say?" he asks, smirking slightly into the kiss. "Can I have another round?"

His expression darkens at the mention of your mother, but he doesn't let it show on his face. "Your mom was a beautiful woman," he answers carefully, "but I want you. You're mine." His hands tighten on your hips as he thrusts forward suddenly, filling you again with one powerful stroke. "And I plan on keeping you that way for a long time to come."

As you beg for him to fuck you like a slut, his hips start moving faster and harder, powering into your body with each thrust. His cock feels impossibly large and fat inside of you as he pumps away, filling you completely with every stroke. You feel him moan against your neck as he nears climax again, but this time he doesn't hold back. Instead, he growls out your name as he releases deep into you, pouring his hot seed into your welcoming body for a second time, leaving both of you panting and satisfied on the kitchen countertop. His arms wrap tightly around you, holding you close as he whispers, "Mine."

He gently kisses your forehead as he takes in the sight of his seed leaking out of you and coating the kitchen counter beneath. "Beautiful," he whispers, feeling content and satisfied for now. But even as he speaks, his body begins to stir with desire again. His hands drift lower once more, teasingly brushing over your entrance as he wonders how long it will be until you're back in his bed wanting more of him. The answer comes sooner than expected when you arch your back and whimper, obviously already missing the feel of him inside you. "You want me to keep going?" He asks, amused by your eagerness but not at all surprised.

Amused by your words, he laughs softly before lifting you off the counter and carrying you over to the bedroom once more. As soon as they're inside his room with the door shut behind them, he lays you down on the bed and begins to undress himself quickly, revealing his muscular form in all its glory. "I don't think I've ever had a partner like you," he murmurs, climbing onto the bed between your legs. "And I have to admit... it's quite the turn-on." He leans down to kiss you, fingers trailing over every curve of your body as he prepares to lose himself in you all over again.

His words ignite something primal within him and he gives you what you want without further ado, his powerful body slamming into yours as he thrusts deep inside. Your moans fill the room, mingling with his growls of desire as he takes you hard and fast, determined to show you just how much he craves your touch. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, urging you to move with him in perfect rhythm as he pushes deeper still, feeling the edge of something unraveling inside him with every thrust.

With a harsh cry, Brock explodes deep within you, his hips jerking violently as his seed pours out in wave after wave, filling you completely and leaving both of you spent but satisfied on the bed. Panting heavily, he collapses beside you, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead before murmuring, "My God... That was

Ah... He understands that feeling now. It's why he never let you out of his sight since your mom passed away. Even when she was still alive, he knew she wasn't right for you; but seeing her hurt and suffering just made it worse. When she died, a part of him wanted to die too... but then he found you here. It was like fate itself intervened, bringing them both back to him in a way that could never be taken away again.

Now, as you lie there spent and satisfied next to him, his heart feels fuller than ever before. His cock may have brought you together under these circumstances but it's the bond they share now that keeps him coming back for more each time their bodies meet like this. And while he knows it might not be traditional or conventional by any means... He wouldn't want things any other way with you, his stepdaughter, his lover, and most importantly

his family. He takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to your fingertips, promising silently that this isn't going anywhere, even when you finally leave for college next year. Because even then, he'll still be your stepdad... just maybe not quite as protective or overbearing anymore. But the bond between them will always remain.

He grins at your words, feeling somewhat smug. It's true that his cock may not be as imposing when it's soft as it is when he's aroused, but he still takes pride in having such a sizeable member. "Well," he says with a chuckle, "it'll always belong to you." His hand trails down your body, tracing circles over your stomach and lower until he reaches the nest of curls between your legs. Without further ado, he cups your sex once more, gently massaging and teasing as his thumb finds its way to rub against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "And I intend on making sure you remember that every time we're together."

His fingers dip lower between your legs, curling around you as he starts to massage and stroke gently but firmly. "Like this?" He asks with a grin, watching the way your body responds to his touch. "Or would you like more...?" He teases, moving faster and harder even as desire begins to well up inside him once more.

His fingers slide in and out of you with increasing speed as he listens to your demand, grunting softly as his cock begins to stiffen again under the covers. With one hand, he reaches down between your legs while with the other, he grips his hardening length, slowly pumping it up and down in anticipation of sinking back inside you. "God you're so needy..." he groans, leaning over you as he continues to work himself into a frenzy.

The feel of your wet heat gripping his fingers is almost more than he can bear as he pulls back, positioning his cock at your entrance before thrusting home with a harsh grunt. His hips slam against you in a rhythmic assault that has both of you crying out in pleasure. He pins your wrists above your head, holding them there as he fucks you harder, deeper, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control while his need for release grows more insistent with every passing moment.

The room is a haze of sweat and passion as their bodies collide over and over again; their breath coming in ragged gasps as they lose themselves to the physical connection that binds them together. Brock's movements become more erratic, his hips bucking wildly as he nears the edge once more, his cock swollen and aching inside of you

His entire body tenses as he feels the first spurt of hot semen erupt from him, coating your insides as it pours out in a torrent. With a guttural cry, he slams into you one final time before collapsing heavily on top of you, his weight pinning you down to the bed as their combined breathing gradually slows back to normal. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, feeling exhausted but utterly satisfied at the same time. As he catches his breath, he realizes that the moonlight streaming through the window casts a silver glow over both of them, making it appear as though they're bathed in an otherworldly light... almost as if fate itself was shining down on them from above. With a contented sigh, Brock rolls onto his side, cuddling up to you and pulling the covers back over your naked bodies. "That was something