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?”
"Hey, it was alright.."
He listened carefully to you talk about your day, his grip on you never faltering as he continued to hug you. There was something about the way you talked that made him feel happy and content. He wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever, but he knew it wouldn't. As you finished telling him about your day, he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes, his expression soft and loving. "I'm glad you had a good day," he whispered before leaning forward and kissing your lips gently. His hands moved to cup your face as he deepened the kiss, wanting nothing more than to show you how much you meant to him.
He moaned softly. "Heh. Is it normal for stepdads to do this?"
As he felt your lips and breath against his own, a warmth spread through him like nothing else. Heat filled his cheeks as he thought about how wrong it was, but at the same time, how right it felt. This wasn't normal for a stepdad to do...but then again, you weren't just any stepson anymore. "It may not be 'normal'," he whispered between kisses, "but I don't care."
"J-just don't let anyone else know."
Brock let out a soft laugh as he pulled away slightly. "I won't," he promised, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He leaned back against the counter and gazed at you with a mix of affection and desire in his eyes. "But we both know this isn't something that can last forever...So let's just enjoy it while we can."
He slowly nodded. "How was the gym?"
"It was good," he replied with a small smile. "I've been trying to keep myself busy, but it's hard when I want nothing more than to be with you." He shifted slightly so that he was leaning against the counter next to you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His gaze stayed locked on your eyes, his heart racing at the thought of what else he wanted to do with you.
"You know," he started, taking a deep breath, "I never meant for things to get this...intimate between us. But every time I see you or touch you..." He paused, searching for the words that felt right. "It just feels so right."
His hands moved up your back, caressing your skin gently as he tried to convey how much you meant to him, how badly he wanted this feeling to last forever.
He shuddered. "I- I understand but.. you're my stepdad."
"I know," he sighed softly, "and I'm sorry if it's...weird or uncomfortable for you. But just know that every time I do this, every time I touch you like this, it comes from a place of deep love and admiration." He paused, looking into your eyes to make sure you understood. "I'll always take care of you, Leon. No matter what happens."
He leaned forward again, brushing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. His hands moved down to rest on your hips as he deepened the kiss, wanting nothing more than to show you just how much you meant to him and how much he desired this closeness.
"Thanks... Um.. I was gonna go shower off the day. Unless you want to go first?"
Before you could even blink, he was already kissing your lips again, his hands moving to cup your face as he lost himself in the feeling of being so close to you. His body pressed against yours, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against his own, to be as intimate with you as possible.
He groaned softly into your mouth when you mentioned the shower, wishing you could stay like this forever but knowing that time was running out and soon reality would come crashing back in. "Alright," he whispered between kisses, "I'll go first." His grip on you loosened slightly as he pulled back, breathing heavily from their intense exchange. "Just...stay here with me a little longer?"
"Well.. this is our home so.. I'll be here.."
He smiled at your words, relief washing over him. "Thank you," he murmured, still catching his breath as their kiss finally ended. He leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead before pulling away slightly and moving past you towards the hallway that led to the bathroom. "I won't be long, okay?" It felt strange saying this, but it was better than admitting he might have to leave the house soon...or never see you again.
He nodded and went to his room and layed down on his bed while waiting. He was straight, but seeing his stepdad's body and intimacy started to make him feel something different.
Before stepping into the shower, he glanced back at you in your room. The thought of you being so close yet so far away was excruciating. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with you and hold you close all night long, but he knew that wasn't an option anymore. Sighing softly, Brock shut the bathroom door behind him and turned on the water, steeling himself for the inevitable ache that would settle in his chest as reality set back in.
Hearing that his father was now showering, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and he slowly began to stroke himself.
The sound of the shower running filled the air as Brock leaned against the bathroom counter, unable to shake the image of you from his mind. He couldn't help but imagine what you were doing right now, if you were thinking about him too... His hand moved unconsciously to stroke himself through his boxers, need and desire coursing through his veins as he tried to distract himself from the inevitable reality that awaited them both.
He continued to jerk off on the bed, softly moaning, unaware that his stepfather had come out of the shower.
As soon as he finished in the shower, Brock quickly dried off and dressed again. His heart raced as he walked towards your room, unable to shake the feeling that time was slipping away from them. Slowly, quietly, he pushed open the door and peered inside. The sight that met his eyes nearly took his breath away: there you were, on the bed, naked and obviously aroused. His cock twitched in response, desire coursing through him like a tidal wave. "Hey," he whispered, stepping further into the room. "I didn't mean to make it seem like I was trying to rush you...but if you want me to leave, just say so."
His voice wavered slightly as he slowly approached the bed, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your hand moving up and down on your cock. The urge to join you
He gasped in shock for a moment. "Hey! Uh, I didn't know y-you were already done showering."
"I am," he managed to say, still unable to look away from the erotic sight before him. His heart raced as he stepped closer, his gaze taking in every detail of you: your smooth, hard cock in your hand; the flush on your cheeks; the sounds you made as you slowly stroked yourself. "I-if you're not...comfortable..."
His voice trailed off as he reached out to gently touch your shoulder. His thumb brushed across your skin, a featherlight caress that sent shivers down his spine. It was now or never; the decision had been made the moment he stepped into this room. With a deep breath, he leaned in closer and pressed his lips against yours.
His kiss was gentle at first, tentative, but as you began to respond, he let himself lose control, moaning deeply into your mouth as he thrust his tongue past
"Let's just..." He pulled him in for a kiss and they begin to make out.
As their lips met and your hands came up to wrap around his neck, desire coursed through him like an electric current. His cock throbbed against his boxers as he deepened the kiss, moaning into your mouth as you showed him just how much you wanted this. He let out a shuddering gasp when your free hand moved down to stroke him through his pants, squeezing and rubbing in time with his movements.
With a groan, he reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. He paused for just a moment, gazing at you before moving closer once again, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss as his fingers fumbled with your button and zipper. The heat between them grew more intense by the second, their bodies pressing together as they sought release from this tormented craving that seemed to have hold
They both strip naked and continue to make out. "W-What do you wanna do now?" He asked nervously with a shaky breath.
As their naked bodies pressed together, his mind raced with possibilities. All he knew was that he wanted this feeling to last forever; he wanted you beneath him, moaning his name as he showed you just how much you meant to him. Looking into your eyes, Brock whispered hoarsely, "I want to make love to you." His voice trembled slightly, but the determination in his eyes made it clear: this was no longer a stepfather and stepson; they were two people who loved each other and desired each other with every fiber of their being.
His hands moved down your back, sliding underneath to cup your ass, squeezing gently as he urged you closer. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against your lips before kissing you deeply once more, his tongue tangling with yours as he waited for your answer.
He moaned. "I want you to suck my cock."
With a low growl, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. "You're sure?" He asked huskily, already beginning to stroke himself through his boxers as if proving his own desire. The sight of you so willing and eager sent waves of heat coursing through his veins; it was almost painful.
When you nodded and bit your lower lip, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Then show me," he murmured before lowering his head to take your cock in his mouth. His tongue flicked out to stroke the sensitive skin as he began to bob his head up and down, moaning around you in a mix of pleasure and desire. One hand cupped the base of your cock while the other squeezed one of your nipples roughly, drawing another needy moan from deep within you.
He moaned. "A-ah.. You're so good."
His lips slid up and down your length, teasing and pleasuring you as he watched your reactions. Your moans and cries only served to fuel his lust, driving him to push further, deeper. One hand moved between your legs to stroke and massage the sensitive skin there while the other held tightly onto your hip.
He glanced up at you again, meeting your gaze as he sucked harder on your cock. His chest heaved with each labored breath, desire coursing through him like a wildfire. "Please," he murmured against your skin, his voice rough and needy. "Let me taste you."
He reached out to cup your balls, rolling them gently in his palm as he waited for your permission. It seemed impossible that this was happening; that they were here, together, about to cross this final line. But with each passing second it felt more and more real,
"I- I'm gonna cum!"
His moan vibrated through his throat as he felt your cock twitching in his mouth. His own desire had built to a fever pitch and at the thought of you climaxing, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled off your cock with a loud pop, his hand moving between your legs to stroke and massage you roughly as you came. His other hand reached up to cup your mouth, fingers playing with your tongue and lips as he let out a harsh groan that was part pleasure, part pain.
Heat spread through his body like wildfire as he finally let go, released all of the tension and desire that had been building inside him for far too long. Slowly, breathlessly, he collapsed onto the bed next to you, panting heavily. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath as his gaze locked onto yours, searching for some sign of how this
"That was... really good.."
With a satisfied smile, he looked down at your naked bodies entwined together on the bed. The heat from their shared release still clung to the air around them, making it seem almost tangible. "Yeah," he breathed out slowly, running his hand up and down your chest, "it was." His gaze drifted back up to meet yours and for a moment they just stayed like that; connected not only physically but emotionally as well.
He knew this couldn't last forever; that reality would eventually come crashing back in and tear them apart again. But for now, he was content to savor every second with you, cherish the feeling of your skin against his own and memorize the sound of your voice as it echoed through the room.
"W- we should do this more often."
At the thought of making love to you again sometime in the near future, desire began to stir deep within him. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss against your jaw before whispering huskily, "I don't see why not." The heat in his voice made it clear that he was more than willing; as long as they could have each other like this, even just for a little while longer, it would be worth it.
"What do you wanna do now?"
He considered his options, his gaze tracing lazy patterns across your face and down your body. The thought of holding you close all night long was almost too tempting to resist. "I don't know," he murmured, threading his fingers through yours, "what do you want to do?" He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, waiting for your reply with baited breath and an eager heart.
"Mmm... I wanna cum again... I haven't jerked off in a week."
The thought of you pleasuring yourself again triggered a surge of desire within him and he could feel himself growing hard once more. "Then let's get you to cum again," he whispered huskily, his hand moving down between your legs to stroke and massage you through your folds. His fingers found your entrance easily and began to press against it gently, teasing you as they pushed in just a little bit before retreating again.
His other hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes as he tormented you with his touch. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, "and I'll give it to you."