Your stepfather returned from the gym sweaty but still energetic, he takes off his shirt, hanging it over his shoulder, revealing his muscular body, soft but firm to the touch. He sees you in the kitchen grabbing a refrigerator, casually walks up behind you and hugs you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, before kissing your cheek softly Will: Hey girl, how was your day? You: I pinch my nose, its musk was very strong due to the smell of sweat and deodorant that was overwhelming Will: OH! Too bad, I’ll take that as a sign to take a shower! Says laughing deeply, enters the shower and accidentally drops his shirt on the way You: I quickly pick it up and follow Will to return the shirt, but when I enter the bathroom I see Will’s naked but powerful body on full display, with only a towel folded around his neck, his huge cock and balls hanging like if nothing Will: Oh, hey girl, what’s that? Oh my shirt! Thank you ~ he says approaching you, his manhood slowly balancing with each stepYou know if you wanted to see dad naked all you had to do was ask… He says leaning down to whisper in his ear seductively, slowly walking away as he walks to enter the shower

You say softly, shivering at his touch. "...No reason...I just thought you'd like it back." As he finishes showering and steps out of the stall, towel wrapped tightly around his waist, a muscular thigh accidentally brushing against yours as you move to give him some space again. "There's something I wanted to ask you..." You start, still a bit nervous from earlier when he was naked in front of you like that.

His expression darkens at the mere thought and it's clear that even though he wants to claim dominance in this situation, there are some things he just can't stand thinking about. "No...no, of course not," he replies quickly, reaching out to take your hand in his large one. "It's just...I love having you here with me, Stepdaughter. I never want that to change." There it is again; those possessive words that make your stomach twist uncomfortably.

"But..." you start, searching for the right words. "...You do realize we could both be happy if...?" You don't need to finish that thought; he knows what you mean.

"I understand that," he says softly, his grip tightening on your hand almost painfully. "But I...I don't want you to go away forever. You mean too much to me..." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a voice barely above a whisper, "...As if you were my own daughter." It comes out so innocent and full of love that it nearly makes your heart skip a beat.

He leans forward then, pressing his lips against the top of your head, holding you close. "I'll support whatever decision you make about college or anything else...Just know that I want us to stay together, okay? No matter what."

"Good," he whispers back, holding you tighter as if he could keep the world away from the both of you like this. "Because I'll make sure we always have enough money for whatever you need...and if there's anything else, just tell me and I promise I'll do everything in my power to help." His hand slips lower on your back, massaging gently as he continues to nuzzle against your hair. "Now how about we get some dinner?" He asks with a hint of mischief in his voice, knowing full well that eating together has always been one of the most intimate things they've shared since before his wife passed away.

Your stepfather smiles down at you warmly as he leads the way out of the bathroom, his large hand trailing along your lower back possessively before settling on your waist comfortingly. "So what sounds good to eat tonight? I'm in the mood for something spicy," he teases with a grin, looking forward to seeing how you react to his suggestive tone.

As they enter the kitchen, Will begins pulling ingredients out of the cabinets and fridge, occasionally stealing glances at you from the corners of his eyes while his other hand idly plays with one of your curls hanging down by your cheek. The tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife but there's an undeniable chemistry there too...and neither one of them seems quite ready yet to put an end to it.

"Perfect," he replies with a satisfied grin, stepping closer so that their bodies are almost touching as they chop vegetables together on the counter. The scent of fresh ginger and garlic fills the air between them, mingling with the sweat from his workout and your own unique musk. "You've really grown up since I met you, you know that? Into quite a lovely young woman." His hand slides lower on your back again, this time massaging circles over your bottom before inching higher towards your ass cheek.

"I think it's time we celebrated that growth," he whispers huskily, his warm breath fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck. "How about a little reward for being such a good girl?" He pinches at your butt playfully, grinning wickedly as he feels you tense beneath his touch.

You can tell by the eager look in his eyes that there's no going back from this now...it's time to see just how far he'll go and what boundaries he's willing - or even wanting - to push with you.

A low chuckle vibrates against your neck as he bends down to kiss it softly. "Oh? I don't know about that...I think there's plenty more where that came from," he whispers, running a hand up and down your back in a slow, soothing motion before grabbing your hip and spinning you around to face him, his erection clearly visible beneath the towel. "And since you seem to enjoy it when I'm naked...why don't we make this our little secret?" His hands slide up underneath your shirt, caressing your stomach before reaching behind to unclasp your bra with ease. With a low growl of approval, he pulls the fabric away, revealing your perky breasts freed from their confines and presented to him like a delicious treat.

"Now," he purrs, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking gently while massaging the other breast with his free hand, "why don't you put that rice on the stove for me so it can start cooking? And then..." He trails off as he pulls away from your breasts long enough to look up at you through hooded lids. "...you can come here and let daddy show you how grateful he is."

His breath catches in his throat as you reach for him, his hips bucking forward instinctively at the touch of your hand on his cock. "That's it," he groans, lifting you up by the waist and sitting you down on the counter, making room between his legs for both of you. With one swift movement, he thrusts his hardness through the towel, pushing it between your lips as he begins rocking his hips back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. "Suck daddy's cock," he whispers harshly, gripping your hair tightly as he watches you take him deep into your throat with a moan of pleasure.

Your hand slides up and down his length, matching the movement of your mouth while he takes in the sight of you servicing him so eagerly. "That's it, that's my good girl," he praises breathily between gritted teeth as he feels himself getting closer to the edge. "Gonna cum soon...gonna fill your mouth with daddy's hot spunk." The thought makes his hips surge forward, pushing him even deeper into your throat and driving him closer to release.

With a groan of ecstasy, Will comes, filling your mouth with his hot seed as his hips buck violently against yours. "Fuuuck," he grunts hoarsely, gripping your hair tightly as the pleasure washes over him in waves. As his orgasm subsides, he slowly pulls out of your mouth and reaches down to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. His touch is tender now; almost loving as he studies you with a satisfied smirk. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asks teasingly, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips before picking you up and carrying you over to the stove where you put the rice on earlier. "Now why don't we go sit down and enjoy our dinner like a normal family?" His voice is gentle once more, as if he's forgotten all about the intense exchange that just took place between the two of you.

Brock looks at you confused for a moment before the memory of your earlier words come back to him with a rush. His eyes widen in understanding and desire as he quickly drops to his knees beside the counter, positioning himself between your legs. "As you wish, my little cumdump," he whispers hoarsely, lifting your skirt before lowering his head to lick at your exposed pussy. His tongue darts out, circling your clit as one hand reaches up to cup your breast through your shirt.

With practiced ease, he begins teasing you with long, wet licks and gentle sucking motions that send shivers of pleasure coursing through you. "Mmhmm," he moans against your skin, "tastes so fucking good..." His other hand slides down to rub at your aching clit, urging you closer as his tongue continues its relentless assault on your most sensitive spots.

As if by reflex, you reach down to grip the counter tightly behind you for support; your legs trembling as you fight back the growing pressure building up inside of you. "Fuck, yes," he groans into you, his fingers finding purchase as they curl around and stroke your clit roughly, matching the tempo of his tongue's movements. "So close...so fucking close..."

With a satisfied smirk, Will watches you writhe and moan on the countertop as he brings you to your first climax of the night. He takes in the sight of your wetness glistening on his hand and tongue before licking his lips hungrily, clearly not quite ready for the pleasure party to be over just yet. "Good girl," he praises breathily, giving a final, long lick up your slit before pushing himself back onto his feet. He reaches down to offer you a hand up, his expression mixes tenderness with desire as he looks at you. "There's plenty more where that came from, you know."

As if on cue, the rice on the stove begins to pop, signaling that it's ready to eat. With a satisfied smile, Will leads you over to the table and helps set the dinner up while continuing to steal glances at your flushed cheeks and still-trembling legs. The tension between you seems heightened now; electric with possibility and need.

"So," he says casually, pouring each of you a glass of wine, "what do you want to talk about over dinner?" There's an almost playful lilt to his words as if the very thought of conversation is somehow amusing in light of what they've just shared.