Thread: Family Competition (Tidal Station & desertpaladin)

Her voice box rattled the moment he touched her. Her throat squeeked, she breathed inward sharply. Her head shot up, but she closed her eyes, as if she might have been enjoying the attention. The cotton around her ankles slowly dripped off of her toes as she lifted her knees and cast them aside. 'Oh my god.' Her mind lit up with positive emotions. Beth's heart started to flutter. The back of her thighs were aching. So, she leaned forward to stretch them and release the tension. She hadn't expected him to move so directly. She was nervous. Her entire body flushed. There was a heat in the pit of her stomach that was all too familiar. She had expected him to snap, but she had expected him to get angry, to tell her to behave, and ground her for making non-christian suggestions to her father figure. But, clearly, there was much more at play than she had imagined. Until that moment, she had felt like a jealous little girl. She was starting to feel like a woman. This man was a fantasy for years, he was not a reality. Now, it was happening. Her mouth was starting to salivate. His gentle touch was unexpected. He seemed so jagged and vulgar. Goosebumps followed his fingers. She glanced back at him in order to see the look in his eyes as he spoke, he used the word fine in a way she had only heard through the walls. She could see his lust now, she could hear it. As he covered her, she closed her eyes again and moaned into her shoulder. Grinding against her naked cunt, pulling at her chest. The kisses, the hard spankings. Beth was starting to feel dirty, it made her legs part, and it forced her pussy lips to poke out from between her thighs. Beg for it honey... beg for my big, fat cock She moaned loudly as she pushed her hips toward the door, and away from him completely. She spun her shoulders and landed against the doorknob, That doesn't sound like any fun. Her voice was slow. She wasn't thinking at all. Her pose was visceral, her hips were poking forward, her legs were crossed, dressed only in black socks, she kept her hands behind her back. A mischievous smile had been painted thick onto her face. However, it disappeared and turned into a far off glare, an angry confusion, painful power. Her eyebrows turned flat. It was a short moment. Her naked body lunged toward her step-father and she landed against his chest and his lips. Her feet tangled with his, and her arms wrapped around his waist. She had to stand on her toes to reach him, and still she had to pull him downward. Her breathe stunk of cigarettes, her scent was a powerful shade of burning lavender oil. I'm not ready yet. She whispered into his ears in-between two or three kisses. Beth took Stewart's left hand into her own and guided it to the soft section of skin between her legs. She was slick, but she wasn't dripping. I'm nervous, she whispered again. Her kisses grew with passion, and her leg lifted onto his hip. She let go of his hand and replaced it with his throbbing cock. Beth gripped him tightly and stroked him with as much vigor as she could. Her youth was showing, she hadn't thought about how this might hurt the man in front of her. The skin on her belly and her thighs felt wet with sweat, but her hands were dry, she hadn't thought about this.