You Are Not My Daddy

Darren had had a long week. His divorce had finally become official today. The whole thing had been exhausting. As he drove home from a day running his business he went over how it had come to this. He had met his wife Corina six years prior and had been quickly smitten. He had been fully willing to welcome her and her twelve year old daughter into his life and home. Her daughter, Sophia's father was not in the picture even slightly. Warning bells should have rung for him when Corina couldn't say with certainty who he was. But Darren was too enamoured with her and was willing to put it down to youthful misadventure. He and Corina were both thirty when they met so if you did the maths. Putting it down to her being young and stupid wasn't completely ridiculous.

But then the other warning signs he should not have been so charitable about. When they had agreed to try for a baby. After more than a year and no luck. Even going to a fertility clinic to make sure everything was okay. Then it eventually came out she was on birth control the whole time. After the massive blow up happened, he should not have forgiven her. But she made the excuse that it felt too soon and she didn't want to disappoint him. Like a fool he bought that too and forgave her.

Points where she clearly lied about where she had been. Trying to use Sophia as an alibi but for Sophia to have no idea her Mom expected her to lie for her. But he buried that down inside. Even as he considered divorce, the fact she would absolutely have taken him to the cleaners stayed his hand in that regard.

But the final straw was the day she handed him the metaphorical smoking gun. He had come back from a work trip a day early. He hadn't bothered to tell her, he didn't see the point. Only to walk into his house and find her fucking another man on his couch. When he recognised who it was she couldn't have chosen a more messy option. It was his mother's boyfriend.

Instead of becoming enraged, screaming at her and making his presence known. He pulled out his phone and began recording the pair, so involved in grinding their bodies together they didn't even notice him. He grabbed her phone from the floor, took a seat and went through it all the while still committing them to video. He found messages going back the better part of a year that clearly indicated they had been conducting an long standing affair. He screenshotted the messages and sent himself the images. It had been an embarrassing amount of time and they had not noticed him, so he felt he had to announce himself.

Clearing his throat kicked everything off. His wife screaming, his mother's boyfriend trying to snatch the phone out of his hand. Escalating until he threw both of them out of his house onto the front lawn. In full view of the neighbours, completely naked. He threw their clothes out of the window, eventually.

First he called his mother, sending her the evidence that her boyfriend was trash. Then he called his lawyer and started the divorce proceedings. It didn't make it to court, Corina settled when she realised her sex tape would become public record. She couldn't tap him for child support, Sophia was eighteen, legally an adult. Corina was forced to walk away with almost nothing.

He parked up at his home, grabbed his briefcase from his car. When he went inside, there was clearly someone in his house. Shoes by the front door, a coat hung up. He really hoped Corina hadn't managed to break in somehow, again, in another feeble attempt to get him to take her back.

Instead he went into the kitchen and found the 'intruder', Sophia. He let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Thank god, for a second I was worried it might be your mother."

Sophia gave him a smile. From the neck up she looked unlike her mother. She had golden brown hair, silver-blue eyes which beautifully stood out against her caramel coloured skin. He couldn't deny that she had grown into a figure like her mother's. That same tiny waist that flared out into an inviting set of hips and a very generous behind with a plump set of thighs. She was wearing a knee length dress that was very flattering on her. He internally admonished himself for even noticing. He still remembered her as the quiet, polite, well behaved twelve year old he was introduced to. He had initially believed it was a sign of Corina being an outstanding mother. Eventually he concluded that she must take after her father, whoever he was. They had always gotten along well, she had never been a source of trouble. The ideal stepdaughter, well not anymore.

In a sweet charming voice she said. "Don't worry I've been going to great lengths to ensure mom doesn't get a hold of my key. I just like to hang out here when she gets to be too much. Plus the place she's moved to is... more characterful than I'm used to."

Darren studied the subtext of her words. "It's that much of a shit hole, huh?"

She visibly grimaced. "Unfortunately... she's not doing great. As much as it pains me to see her like that. She brought this on herself. If she'd rather spend the day laying on the couch drinking than getting her shit together, I'd rather not be around her."

He nodded. "I get that, despite things between me and your mother, you're always welcome around here. Even if as of today you are officially no longer my stepdaughter."

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, it's all gone through? Explains why she was going particularly hard today. Well, if that's the case what's the protocol? Celebrate or commiserate?" She asked with a playful tone. "Either way I could make a jug of margaritas?"

He chuckled. "I don't think I should be providing a minor with alcohol. Regardless of the occasion."

She gave him a slightly mischievous smile. "Isn't it better if it's happening under your roof. Besides, it's just a few drinks. And you aren't plying it to me. If I make a pitcher and we share it, what's the harm?"

He rolled his eyes then smiled. "Well, I suppose I should mark the occasion with a drink. Why not have one with my former stepdaughter?"

She smirked. "I mix a mean margarita. Mom's been making me practice a lot recently. Why don't you go and take a shower, freshen up, give me time to blend it."

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll be back down in a bit." Darren said before heading upstairs.

He went up to his bedroom and into his ensuite bathroom. Stripping off, having a rinse in the shower then checking himself out in the mirror as he stepped out. He had kept himself in shape, he worked out regularly. He kept his dark hair cut short, he wore a bit of stubble on his face. His green eyes staring out from his pale face, the divorce had taken its toll on him but he was still a good looking guy. Now he was free to start looking for a better woman to spend his life with. He dried himself off and put on a t-shirt and some sweatpants before going back downstairs to have a drink with his former stepdaughter as weird as that sounded.

She gave him a smile as he reached the kitchen handing him a glass.

"Here you go, I probably went heavier on the tequila than usual. But it still tastes good to me." She took a sip from her glass.

He took his own sip. "That's got some kick to it. Did your mom teach you to make it that strong?"

"Yeah, but it's a good skill to have for when I go to college next year." She giggled.

"Only if you want people to be passed out on the couch by 8pm." He jibed.

"As long as they think they had a good time and don't barf on the carpet." She joked.

He smirked. "Well what do you want to do? Assuming the goal isn't to pass out?" He took another sip.

She grinned. "Why don't we watch a movie, the kind Mom would never tolerate being put on, you know something fun?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I have not missed the TV being dominated by 'Real Housewives' and terrible romcoms. What do you suggest?"

She playfully pondered. "Hmmm, I think 'Other Guys' would be good."

"Haha, sure." He agreed.

"I'll bring the pitcher. Happy Divorce!" She toasted with a smile.

He chinked his glass with hers, letting out a snigger. They then moved to the living room and switched on the TV.

She eyed the couch suspiciously.

"Is that the same one?" She asked.

"No, I burned that one and bought a new one." He explained before sitting down.

She giggled awkwardly. "One day that's going to be a funny story. They say comedy is just tragedy with time and some perspective."

Darren finished his glass, pouring himself another.

"But not quite yet." He smiled sadly. "It's going to take a while still. But onto greener pastures. He tipped his drink, taking a large sip.

She pulled a subtle grin as he did. They watched the movie, laughing at the funny parts together.

About an hour in he started to feel fuggy. Like he had drunk way more than he thought, his limbs felt heavy, like they were made of lead. Weirdest of all he was getting hard.

He definitely didn't feel that way about Will Ferrel or Mark Wahlberg. He felt awkward about it, his stepdaughter... former step daughter was sitting close to him. He couldn't let her see, he slowly dragged a pillow over. Best course of action was to cover it up, his sweats concealed nothing. Sophia noticed his movement with the pillow but said nothing. He soon found his eyelids getting heavy and fell asleep.

He found himself rousing to consciousness vaguely. He couldn't move, but something warm and wet surrounded his cock, bobbing up and down. It felt heavenly and it had been so long since he had felt something like this. Was this a bizarre tequila dream? If that was the case he needed to drink more often. Wait, was that a tongue?

With great effort he prised his eyes open. To be greeted with a shocking sight. He must be dreaming because there's no way this was real. Sophia had her lips around him and was blowing him.

"Wait... what?" He groaned, groggily.

He felt her chuckle around him, looking up with those blue grey eyes. She slowly pulled her mouth off him, giving his tip a kiss before she fully looked up, giving him a mischievous smile, batting her eyelashes at him from between his legs.

"Looks like you're awake. Did that feel good?"

"What? Why are you doing this?" He looked at her with confusion.

She climbed onto his lap, sitting astride him. She wrapped her hand around his cock, languidly stroking it up and down causing him to sigh and shiver. She looked him in the eye, moving her face close to his.

She spoke to him in a sultry manner. "I've always had the biggest crush on you, ever since I first met you. But even after you and Mom split up it was obvious you still saw me as a little girl. So... this is me showing you..." She unzipped her dress and pulled it off to reveal a set of almost see through lingerie. "... that I am not a little girl anymore."

He couldn't help his eyes travelling up and down her body drinking it in. Looking at her breasts, her small nipples were visible through the bra. He could see her triangle of hair through the panties. He couldn't deny the view was enticing but he shouldn't look, he couldn't.

"You're my stepdaughter!" He groaned. "This can't happen."

She giggled. "Not anymore, as of today I am just a young woman..." She started stroking him again, causing that little bit of reason to diminish in his brain. "... Who wants to watch you come." She purred.

"You put... something in my... drink... didn't you?" He accused, in between sighs.

That mischievous hint entered her smile again. "Maybe... perhaps something to make you more... malleable and... something to ensure you're... excited." She gave his cock a playful squeeze. She kept purring out her confession. "I considered just waiting until you were in bed and climbing in with you, wearing nothing at all... But I figured you'd need a more aggressive form of persuasion." She let out a coquettish giggle.

She pulled up his shirt, tucking it into his collar and ran her free hand over his chest. Before moving her face closer to his, brushing her lips against his before pressing them together. He instinctively feathered his tongue against hers before she pulled away, nibbling on his lip as they parted. She removed her hand from his chest then picked up his, she slid his fingers into her panties. He could feel her wet folds.

"That's how I get when I think about you. Now I get to have you." She bit her lip.

She pulled his hand back, then slid her panties to the side. She held his cock against her wetness rubbing her hips along the underside. He shivered, beyond tantalised and his remaining resistance slipping away. She raised her hips, teasing his tip against her entrance before sinking down upon him.

They both let out a groan as their hips met.

She rocked her hips on top of him, resting her hands on his chest. He melted into her, her pussy felt divine as it tightly hugged around him. The little sovereignty he had in his muscles he summoned to roll his hips up into her.

When she felt his participation, she gave him a lascivious smirk and she moved her hips more aggressively. She started to raise her hips and drop them down, their skin slapping together. She grew more aroused as he let out moans, his eyes going half lidded. His fingers feathering her thighs just above her knees. Everytime she dropped down her hips and took him deep, she squeezed him. Letting out whimpers and mewls.

She removed a hand from his chest, sliding it down her stomach between her legs to rub her clit. Liking the fact that he was watching her do it.

"I touched... myself so... many times... thinking... of you." She purred through her moans.

They stayed like this, until her hips began to tremble on top of him. Frantically bouncing on top of him as her finish fast approached. Desperately squeezing him, as her breath grew shaky, her own eyes glazing over. Whilst his cock was twitching.

She let out a squeal, her back arched, toes curled and her eyes rolled back. As her muscles went taut she crushed around Darren, her spasming insides wrenched him over the finish line. He tensed up as his balls drew close and gushed his load into her depths. A delicious surge of delight running through him.

She remained on top of him still quivering as he was still buried inside. As he came down, he started to soften as his muscles returned to feeling leaden. His eyelids became heavy again, they sank over his eyes as he returned to unconsciousness.

He woke up on the couch shortly after dawn, sunlight peeking through the blinds and shining in his eyes. He groggily rubbed them, head aching and hungover. He dragged himself up and off, heading to the kitchen. He needed coffee and aspirin before he could try and make sense of last night.

He set his coffee brewing and found a bottle of aspirin, tossing a couple down. Once he had his coffee he walked past the front door. Sophia's coat and shoes remained. She was still here.

He chugged his coffee, put it down and headed upstairs. She was in her bed, dozing away. He felt a surge of conflicting emotion as he saw her. First, anger at her drugging him. Second, a confusing sense of arousal. Third, frustration at himself for not noticing that felt that way about him.

He ripped the duvet off her, pulling her awake. She was wearing a large oversized t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. She stirred, her blue-grey eyes looking up at him, giving him a smile as she stretched out like a cat.

"Morning." She yawned. "Did you sleep well?" She asked playfully.

His expression was serious, brimming with irritation. "You're just going to gloss over how last night YOU DRUGGED ME?! Do you even comprehend how completely unhinged that is?! Do you want to end up going to jail?! You can't do that to people!"

"You didn't seem that upset to wake up with your dick in my mouth?" She purred as she started to move towards him.

"I haven't even gotten started on that! How deranged it is that you fucked the only father figure in your life!" He yelled.

She drew closer to him as he stood at the edge of her bed. Kneeling in front of him with a coquettish smile.

"You call yourself my 'father figure'. But I never saw you that way. You were always someone I was jealous that my mother had, and I could not." She ran her hands up his thighs to his hips.

He placed his hands on top of hers, hesitant to pull them away.

"It doesn't excuse what you did and it doesn't make this any less dysfunctional!" His insistence sounded weaker.

She raised up, moving her face closer to his. "Maybe, but you can't pretend you didn't enjoy last night. You kissed me back..." She moved her lips closer to his ear. "... and you were thrusting up into me. No denying you wanted me to keep fucking you."

She dragged her lips across his cheek to his mouth. Kissing his lips, gently slipping her tongue between them, feathering it against his. He let go of her hands, smoothing his fingers up her arms to her shoulders, wrapping one hand in her hair. Deepening the kiss.

One of her hands travelled up his chest, while the other dipped into his waistband, stroking his cock to hardness. He broke off the kiss, pulling her head back, a startled look crossed her face. He gave her neck a nip, then growled.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered.

Then let her go. She pulled off her t-shirt, then sat back and slid down her panties. Feeling vulnerable yet aroused as he eyed her up and down. He yanked his shirt over his head and pushed down his sweats and underwear in one movement. Then climbed onto the bed, grabbing her thighs and throwing her further onto it. He moved to join her, kneeling between her legs pulling them apart. Stroking his hands up her inner thighs, watching her bite her lip with anticipation as he lowered his face to her pussy. He began hungrily licking it, savouring the taste and growing excited as her clit grew engorged against his tongue.

She started to mewl and whine, writhing from his touch. He lapped up and down her folds before wrapping his lips around her nub. Sucking on it, then adding his flicking tongue. Keenly watching her lose her composure as she ground her hips against his face, running her hands through his hair. Sucking harder, licking faster, determined to make her come. Show her exactly what he could do.

Her hips started shaking, her face filled with bliss, eyes half lidded, letting out loud panting moans. She squealed as she came, her clit twitching between his lips, her body drawing taut as pleasure surged through her.

He grinned as he pulled his face up from between her legs. Climbing up on top of her, teasing his cock at her entrance.

"Wait..." She groaned. "... I want to, but I need a minute." Looking up at him with need.

He smirked. "You said you wanted me so badly..." He growled. "... this is how you're going to take me."

He angled himself up and drove himself inside, his hips slapping into hers. She let out a moan, he planted his elbows either side of her, one hand buried in her hair. He began to roughly pump his hips into her, relishing how she moaned for him. She wrapped her arms around his back, looking into his eyes. Part of her disbelieving that she had managed to seduce him, yet beyond ecstatic that he was pounding himself inside her. Each thrust sent delightful tingles up her spine as he filled her.

Darren was transfixed by how tight and wet she was for him. He kissed her neck, trailing his lips and teeth along her skin. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, so he could drive himself deeper into her. She moaned louder, panting, as she ran her hands up his arms and over his chest. When she started lowering them further between her legs to play with her clit, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand.

"Nuh-uh... I'm in charge... this time." He growled, huffing with the effort.

"Please... it feels... so good... but I want... to come." She pleaded between pants.

He chuckled mischievously. "I don't think so... you drugged me... naughty girl... say you're sorry!" He growled.

She whined, biting her lower lip again. Still letting out moans as he drove deep inside.

"I'm sorry... that was bad... make me come... please!" She begged, needfully through her panting moans.

"Good girl." He smirked.

Putting his weight on the hand holding her wrists he grazed the other over her chest. Clasping a breast teasing, a nipple between his fingers before travelling further down. Rubbing her clit in small circles.

Sophia squeezed him, desperately rolling her hips, gazing into his eyes. Mewling as he swiftly drove her closer to her finish. Both of them breathing heavily, sweating, drowning in the pleasure of their merging bodies. Her hips were beginning to quiver, her breath shaky.

Darren grunted, as he drove himself into her depths one final time before she let out a scream of ecstasy. Sophia's eyes rolled back as her body tensed up her insides clamped down on Darren. A lightning bolt of rapture shooting up her spine as she pulled him along to finish with her. He melted inside her, a torrent of rapture rushing through him like he hadn't felt in years as he released himself into her depths.

Both of them lay there panting. He released her wrists, unhooking her legs from his shoulders. He stayed within her enjoying her warmth and wetness until he softened then withdrew. Dropping onto the bed next to her. She rolled to her side stroking a hand on his chest. Trailing it up to his chin, turning his face to kiss him, tenderly. As their kiss finished he sighed.

"Even if you aren't my stepdaughter anymore... I'm still twice your age. It's inappropriate." His tone sounded pensive and regretful, now in the throes of post nut clarity

She chuckled. "You say that after holding me down and coming inside me?" She said playfully.

His eyes went wide as a reality dawned on him. "You're on birth control aren't you?"

She just gazed at him, grinning.

"Aren't you?!" He asked again more emphatically.

She just grinned even wider.

End