Page 26 of Off Limits

Ever since I’d flipped my stepdaughter onto her back and pulled down her dress, I’d been having a lot of fucking trouble sleeping.

Just thinking about it makes blood rush to my cock again and I nearly groan in despair. I’ve been in an absolute state since Dani’s birthday, locked in a vicious inner battle between crippling guilt and utter, nearly debilitating arousal. My cock has been throbbing painfully ever since she first pressed her young, firm lips to mine—ever since she straddled my lap and gave me that juicy taste of the forbidden. Christ, what it was like to feel her small, bony hips under my hands…to press the pulsing need of my erection up against her…to imagine for one second…

Fuck.

I screw my eyes tight, suppressing a scream, and when I open them I take a deep, calming breath.

Don’t panic, I tell myself. They’re just dirty thoughts. You haven’t gone too far.

Yet.

What I did was bad, and wrong. There’s no justifying it. But it could’ve been worse. At least it didn’t go any further.

Picking Dani up from school is agony. We barely speak in the car. I’m all business—professional Dad. And I know it’s breaking her heart but I don’t know what to do about it. I can barely control my lust around her. It takes everything in my power to push the beast down.

When we get home, Dani heads up to her bedroom and I take chicken out of the fridge and marinate it before heading up to mine. She usually does her homework at the dining room table; I usually work in the den. But I guess we both need privacy from each other as we try to sort out what the fuck is happening.

I open up my laptop and catch up on a few emails before undressing and running a hot shower. There are signs of Dani everywhere in the bathroom. She uses mine because her bathroom only has a toilet and sink, and mine has not only a shower, but the whirlpool tub she likes. A pink body wash and two expensive hair products stand on the shower floor. I know her products are expensive because I pay for them. I get under the hot spray of water and run my fingers through my hair, thoroughly dampening it, and let the heat of the shower work into the knotted muscles of my shoulders and back.

I’m letting stress get to me and I need to relax. It’s like every muscle in my body seized up when Dani sat on my lap and kissed me and they haven’t released since.

At the memory, my cock begins to swell—again. I turn my face to the stream of water and let it pour over me, soothing my furrowed brow. A low heat starts swirling in my groin at the pleasurable, relaxing warmth of the water, and the arousing memory of Dani’s mouth, the feel of her breast. My dick is aching for relief, and here, alone in the privacy of my shower, instead of every other inappropriate place I’ve found myself getting hard today—in the car with Dani or at the office, for example—it feels good. I need to come.

With a sudden, illicit curiosity, I pick Dani’s pink body wash up from the floor and pop the cap to smell it. Instantly, it sends tingles over my skin. It smells like her. Sweet, youthful, fresh. I breathe out a low groan at the smell of it, feeling myself get harder in some fucked-up Pavlovian response. I squirt some of the liquid soap out into my hand with a sick idea. A sick idea that I immediately justify. It doesn’t mean anything. There’s nothing overtly wrong about it. The bottle of soap is just there. When I need it.

Cupping the soap in my palm, I wrap my hand around my dick and start running it up and down, using the soap to lubricate my shaft—Dani’s soap. The scent of her wafts softly upwards in the steam of the shower and it’s making me so hard, my cock is twitching in my hand.

It’s so fucking wrong what I’m doing, so fucking wrong, but I’m alone and I need to vent out the filthy thoughts that have been consuming me for the past four days. I picture Dani in her school uniform, kneeling in front of me as I jerk it. Her shirt tied at the waist and the skirt rolled up too high just like I know she’s wearing it at school when I’m not looking. Clasping her hands by her knees so that her arms press both her full breasts together, emphasizing the cleavage where her shirt is unbuttoned. Those full, high, firm breasts…as gorgeous as her mother’s but even firmer and fuller. So young and so perfect…

I start working myself harder, my breath already ragged, my balls tightening, everything tightening up deep in my centre. My little girl, my sweet little girl, on her knees in front of me, begging for Daddy’s cum. Parting those full lips and looking up at me with those big blue eyes. Fucking begging for it.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, right on the edge—so hot and hard and intense that I’m seeing red behind my eyes. I imagine what it would be like to cup her jaw, to lift that plump, willing mouth up to face me, and let her know that Daddy has a big load of cum he’s going to give her. I’m about to blow, my face is burning, my heart hammering, and I’m going to fucking come…when I suddenly hear her voice.

Her real voice.

“Dad?” It’s inquisitive and casual. My eyes dart to the bathroom door in a panic just as she swings it open only a split-second after calling for me. Our eyes meet through the glass doors of the shower.

Holy fuck.

My orgasm happens. It fucking happens anyway. Muted and ruined. My dick jerks involuntarily in my frozen hand, and cum spurts out against the shower wall. A shudder goes through me, and my eyelids flutter, but sensation is repressed, blunted by the shock. For a second I can’t breathe. I can’t move. Dani stares at my cock, then lifts wide eyes to look at me. It all seems to be happening in slow motion. What is actually happening in a second seems to take whole minutes.

“Oh my God,” she says, stunned. “Sorry!”

She just stands there, gaping.

“Dani!” I gasp. “Please get out.”

“Yes!” She jumps. “Yes, sorry.” Spinning on her heel, she leaves without closing the door. Cool air billows in over the top of the shower enclosure.

Danica

FUCK.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I swing my bedroom closed behind and then lean my back against it—my breathing coming hard and my palms sweaty.

Not me who just walked in on my stepfather in the shower.

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