Chapter 1My stepfather. He's mine.
He doesn't know it yet, but I'm going to fuck his brains out tonight.
I'm already sorry for the damage I'll cause my mother, but I can't keep my frustrations hidden anymore. Ever since I've become aware of my sexuality, I've been in love with him, and now I'm ready to act on it. Apart from the obvious reasons, he doesn't have any excuse to reject me. I turned eighteen months ago, I'm already out searching for a job, and I'm still a virgin.
That's right. I made sure my pussy is as pure and smooth as it can possibly be - for this exact moment - and I want him to ruin me in ways I can typically only imagine. I'm not saying I didn't play around with one or two dicks, but that has been the extent of my sexual exploration.
I am his, and his alone.
Now, I'm looking at my dad as he arranges the logs, getting them ready for the warm fire we'll be cooking with later. And in the cold lake where I'm swimming, my body burns with excitement. My pussy is yearning with a lust only he can satisfy.
I look at his broad shoulders and his toned ass cheeks. I look at his mysterious blue eyes and his slightly fuller-than-normal lips. And I can already see his chiseled stomach and his strong chest underneath his shirt. But more specifically, I can see his big cock, throbbing with the same lust as my cunt.
I didn't jump into this icy water wearing a small bikini for nothing. It was a strategic move that will probably see me stuck in bed with the flu for a few days. But I have some time before it strikes, so I have to use this small window of opportunity to lure him in, and mount him like a bitch in heat.
I'm going to make his muscles tense between my thighs, and milk his cock with my tight enclosure. I'll make him howl like a wolf as he bursts with bolts of sperm into the uncharted spaces inside my pussy. And as a sign of appreciation, I'll cream his dick. I'll cream it so much he won't be able to see the blood.
Chapter 2
"Are we ready to pull out the beer and have ourselves a barbeque, soldier?"
I mimic the accent of an army general and I do a little march coming out the water. Oh yes, daddy is a marine, did I forget to mention that?
He laughs as he stands up to casually solute me.
"Sir, yes sir."
I catch his eyes quickly scanning my body.
"You're getting sloppy, soldier. Do you solute your wife with such anticipation?"
Playing the innocent daughter, I don't waste time reaching for my towel and wrapping it around me. It really is a small bikini and I can feel my nipples pointing directly at the thirty six year old hunk.
"Are you kidding? Your mother might be many things, but she doesn't stand for sloppy solutes."
Camping has become an annual tradition, and for the last five years we've gone to five different places. My mother and brother dragged themselves along the first time, but they hate nature. After their first weekend they quickly found an excuse to promote it as special bonding time between daddy and me.
This year we're at a beautiful lake, and although it's not the most secluded, it will do. Other campers are scampered around, but luckily not close enough to meddle in my plans. Behind our two-man tent is a dense forest, an alternative place to fuck him if need be. And behind me resides a deep lake with crystal clear water, the perfect setting for an intense lust session.
Somehow, somewhere, I'm going to get him.
He looks rather disappointed as I cover most of my wet skin and sit down next to the unlit campfire.
"Here you go. But you only get one." Daddy passes me a cold beer and lights up the neatly stacked wood.
"If you're talking about a kiss, then okay. Just don't blame me if you can't get enough."
An uncomfortable smile crawls onto his lips.
"I was actually talking about the beer, but now that you mention it...I think you're underestimating my kissing abilities."
Bingo.
He says the words I've been waiting for.
The time for casual flirting is over. I've been throwing signals his way for the last two months, testing his willingness to flirt back. Thus far he's been playing it pretty cool, and that's okay. I know he likes to look at me. Many guys do. If I had a dollar for every number I got, I'd be living much larger.
Now I have to make my intentions clear and remove all doubt from his mind, because I don't know what's going to happen afterward. And I don't care.
"Do I detect the slight hint of a challenge?"
I can see him swallowing hard and nervously blowing air through the small flames, turning them bright red, just like his blushing cheeks.
"It's more like a guarantee, princess. How do you think I've managed to hold on to your mother for so long?"
He's changing the subject and cleverly steering away from my advances. It's the first time I've been so forward, so I'm not surprised.
"I have no problem proving you wrong, soldier. In fact, I'll even place a bet on it."
Chapter 3
"What is this April?" Daddy gives me a strange, and somewhat dumbfounded look. "You're supposed to tell me how you can't wait to move out and get us off your back. Or did you dig into the beer when I wasn't looking?"
"You tell me. Or do you want to dance around it for another year?"
A nervous expression begins to form on his face.
"Dance around what exactly?"
He's tougher than I thought he'd be, but if I spend another night with these locked up feelings in I'm going to crack.
"If you really love me you'll take that back. And you'll just admit it."
Daddy tries to appear relaxed as he digs around the cooler bag for something. He doesn't even look sure about what he's searching for, but he doesn't stop.
"You're not making any sense, April. Your mother and I..."
"Haven't had a relationship for the last two years." I cut him off. "And it's not because of her. It's because of you."
Now he's getting irritated and tense.
"Since when do we talk about this stuff? And why start now? This is probably the last time we'll get to do this, April. You get that? Why can't we just enjoy it like we usually do? What happened to you telling me all about your big dreams and me indulging you?"
"Because I can't keep ignoring it, and...and I know you feel the same way."
"Of course I love you, you're my..."
"Don't! Don't you dare fucking say it. If you use it as an excuse I'm hiking home right now."
Daddy finally stops digging and runs his hands through his hair out of hopelessness.
"Then what do you want me to say?"
"I want you to admit that I'm the one you like to do things with. Say that I'm the one who remembers your birthday and who gives you the biggest smile and the tightest hug when you get home. And tell me you love the late night talks we have when mom and Josh are asleep."
"Yeah, but..."
I get up and walk towards him.
"Admit that you're sabotaging your relationship with mom, because I'm the one you really want to be with."
I stop inches from his face and lock into his stare.
"You see, you've got it all wrong, dad. The only reason mom has been able to hang on to you for so long is because I'm there. Your devotion to her is an excuse to be around me."
Silence falls around us. I don't hear the chirping birds or the small waterfall on the far side of the lake. All I hear is my own heartbeat, and daddy breathing deeply while getting lost in my eyes.
"I'm gonna get some more wood."
He says softly while walking past me, picking up the axe in his stride.
Have you ever tried to crack a marine's shell? He's trained to fight his emotions and to hide behind the fighter. But I'm getting close, and if I give him five minutes to himself he's going to come to his senses, which will send all my efforts to shit. So, I follow him into the woods.
I keep my distance as I trail behind him, making sure he goes deep enough so we won't be disturbed. But a sharp pain shoots into my foot when I step into a small clearing, and I scream without thinking.
"Ouch! Jesus! Fuck!"
