Mouthful of Sin Pt. 01

The school year was finally starting to wind down, and Brianna could not be happier. She was a senior in high school now, eighteen years old, and extremely ready to be done with the whole experience. She had paid her dues, gotten good grades despite the constant humiliation of being a slightly overweight girl in high school, and was now ready to move on to the next phase of her life.

This day marked exactly two weeks until the last day of her long high school career for good. Being a senior and having completed most of her credits, classes consisted now of either reviewing for finals, or study halls, where she also studied for finals. This meant that a lot of her days were either half days or at least granted her an early dismissal, giving her no reason to sit around and do at school what she could do at home.

Today was one of those days, and she walked the four-block walk home from school with an easy step. She felt content with her life, something that most of her peers could not boast. She had plans already for after school taking a job with her aunt, and college may or may not be in her future. It certainly wasn't anything she was worried about right now.

Standing only 5'5", she was a full figured girl that lacked the hourglass curves of a supermodel, but she was still a long ways off from being overweight. Her pale breasts were large and full, a source of both pride and discomfort. They had been the first part of her body to develop, prompting whispers and stares from the other girls when she was young. Her hips curved outward in a soft swell, her thighs round and thick, her stomach a soft cushion.

Her face was nothing short of adorable, framed by locks of rich, chocolate brown hair that cascaded down her back in waves. Her cheeks were round and dimpled, and her lips were full and pink, often pulled back in a grin. Her eyes were large and blue, fringed by lashes that were naturally thick, and her whole face was lightly smattered with freckles. What really stuck out though were her glasses. They were black and rectangular, with thick frames embracing the concept of 'geek chic', and unfortunately they mostly hid the natural beauty of her eyes. This overwhelmingly cute, natural beauty would make most men overlook her minor shortcomings later in life, but right now in high school appearance was everything.

As she reached her house and clomped up the front walk, she pulled out her house key. Her stepfather, Nick, had been working an erratic schedule lately to fit company demand, and as a result she never seemed to know when he was home or not. He had been forced to work more night shifts lately, and due to this he was frequently home during the day now. If he was than the house key would be unnecessary.

She tried the knob first, and was pleased to discover that it was indeed unlocked. So her step-dad was home, then. There was a good chance he might be asleep, either preparing for a night shift or recovering from one, but he was there. She felt like she rarely saw him these days and just knowing he was at home was a comfort.

The front door swung open with it's familiar squeak, and she shuffled inside, dropping her book bag on the floor and kicking her shoes off next to it. The house felt cool compared to the outside, the central air only recently turned on now that June was underway. As she brushed a few strands of wavy brown hair out of her eyes, she glanced around the open living space, noting the deep silence in her house.

If Nick was home, it appeared he was sleeping, because there was no sign of life anywhere. Their house was a modest one story, and was mostly open except for the hallway in back which led to the bathroom first, and then the two bedrooms. Her room was directly across from her parent's room, and she had no choice but to pass it on her way to her own.

As she made her way softly down the hall, trying to be quiet for her step dad's sake, she heard noises coming from their room. Their door was partially open, and she crept down the hall quickly, unable to resist the urge to peek. The noises were soft, almost imperceptible, but amidst the occasional squeak of a bedspring she heard a whispering sound, like heavy breathing. Curious, she leaned back against the wall by the doorway like a ninja and peered inside.

Her view was obscured by the door, but this worked to her benefit because it blocked her stepfather's view of her as well. At first she thought she wouldn't be able to see him at all, his bed mostly hidden. But then she realized that if she looked in the opposite direction their bed was perfectly reflected in the large mirror that served as a backdrop to her mother's dresser, directly across from the end of the bed. Within this mirror she could see him perfectly.

He was lying on his back in the center of the bed, and her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing. His shirt was off and he was wearing a pair of old, grey sweatpants, which were currently being pushed down in the front with one hand. His other hand was wrapped around the length of his exposed cock, and he was stroking it up and down, his hand moving in a slow and steady rhythm. He breathed in short little gasps as he pumped his member, his hips gently responding and his firm stomach muscles clenching.

Brianna's breath hitched in her throat and she froze against the wall, her eyes widening and her body responding to the sight in a way that she knew was wrong. This was her stepfather, her father figure since she was very young, and yet she couldn't help the flush that rose in her cheeks, or the strange, pulsing warmth that spread through her body, emanating from her loins. Her gaze was riveted to his hand as it moved in it's hypnotic dance, the muscles in his forearms flexing with each stroke. She found herself staring, her mouth slightly open and her body tingling with electricity.

The head of his cock peeked out from his fist, glistening with precum, and Brianna felt a strange urge to touch herself, to feel the same sensations he was experiencing. She had masturbated before, of course, but never this openly - and certainly not to her stepfather. The guilt of what she was doing was overwhelming, and yet she couldn't stop herself. Her hand slid down and unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down and letting her fingers find her swollen clitoris inside her panties, moving in circles in time with her step-dad's rhythm.

As she watched, his hand began to move faster, his strokes more vigorous. His breaths came in short, sharp bursts, and his body began to tense. She could make out his face in the mirror, contorted in pleasure with his eyes screwed shut tight. She could see he was getting close, and she felt a rush of excitement at the thought of what was about to happen. She bit her bottom lip, her hand moving in time with his.

With a low, drawn out groan, her stepfather came. Brianna watched in fascination as spurts of thick, white cum shot from the tip of his cock, landing on his stomach with a wet splat. The sticky fluid spread out across his flesh, and she couldn't help but imagine the heat of it, the musky smell of it filling the room. She felt another twinge run through her body, simultaneously aroused and yet feeling disgusted with herself for finding this so appealing.

He finished milking the last few drops from himself, and then his hand fell to his side, limp and spent. His chest heaved with the effort of his climax, and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Brianna's hand stopped moving but still lingered on her own crotch, her mind racing with thoughts she didn't want to acknowledge. But she couldn't ignore the wetness that had soaked through her panties.

As she watched, her step-dad reached over for an old sock to clean himself up with, his breathing slowly returning to normal. The sight of the pearly white cum on his stomach was mesmerizing, and she found herself leaning in closer, her mouth salivating. He wiped himself clean with the sock, the fabric absorbing the sticky fluid, scooping up some of the thicker puddles of semen within it's folds and leaving messy globs that glistened in the late afternoon light. Her thoughts raced with confusion and lust. This was her stepfather, her dad since she was four, the man who had given her baths, taught her how to ride a bike, and had always been her protector. And yet, here he was, engaged in this disgusting, primal act.

Once he was satisfied he was clean, he tossed the cum-soaked sock aside without a second glance. It landed on the floor with a gentle thump, and Brianna couldn't help but feel a pang of desire at the sight of it. Her stepfather let out a contented sigh and then flopped back onto the bed, his arm draped over his eyes. His chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths, his body completely at ease. After a moment, his breathing evened out, taking on a deep, heavy rhythm that indicated he had dozed off.

Her eyes were locked on the sock on the floor, the idea of touching it and feeling the warmth and stickiness of his cum was like a forbidden fruit she simply could not resist. With trembling hands she pushed the door open just a little wider, and when Nick didn't stir, she took that as a cue to move. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tiptoed into the room, being careful not to make a sound, not wanting to disturb him and have to explain what she was doing.

The sock lay on the floor, calling to her, and she leaned down carefully and picked it up, cradling it in her palm. It was still warm and wet, and she could smell the powerful aroma of it. It was musky and male, unlike anything she had ever encountered before. She simply stared at it for a long time, her mind racing with thoughts of what she was about to do. She knew it was wrong but the thrill of the taboo was too much to resist. She brought the sock up close to her face, her nostrils flaring as she took in his scent.

Her hands shaking, Brianna brought the sock up to her mouth, her heart racing. She hovered it just below her lips, her breath hot against the fabric. Her mind was a battlefield, her better judgment at war with her desire, until finally... she took the plunge. She brought the sock up to her lips and kissed it, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the sticky residue of his climax on her lips. A small, involuntary moan escaped her, and she quickly stifled it, terrified of waking him. His breathing remained steady, but she quickly stepped back into the hallway, the sock still clutched in her hand.

She raced across the hall to her own bedroom and shut the door behind her, locking herself in her own sanctuary. Her heart raced with the excitement of what she had done, and she looked down at the soiled sock still clutched in her fingers. The semen coating it glistened in the afternoon sunlight, and she smiled hungrily.

Her bed was unmade, the sheets tangled from the night before. Brianna sat on the edge of the mattress, her eyes never leaving her trophy. With shaking hands, she brought the sticky fabric to her nose, inhaling deeply. She didn't know what she was expecting, but it was more potent than she had anticipated, like a heavy aphrodisiac that called to her darker desires. Unfolding the sock gently, she uncovered a particularly thick puddle of her father's semen, and with her heart racing she brought it to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the sticky remnants of her dad's passion.

The moment the cum touched her tongue, a bolt of pure pleasure shot through her. It was salty and warm, a taste that was somehow alien and yet familiar all at once. Her body responded with a jolt, and she found herself moaning softly as she began swirling her tongue around the fabric, savoring every drop. It was wrong, so very, very wrong, and yet she couldn't stop herself. She felt a powerful heat between her legs, and she realized that she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life.

Her hand slid down to her clit once more, and she began to rub it in a fast, tight circle. In her other hand she still clutched the sock, keeping it pressed to her mouth as she sucked eagerly on the fabric. Her eyes fluttered shut as she lost herself to the sensation, her hips bucking against her hand. Her breath grew ragged as she tasted him on her tongue, the flavor of his cum fueling her passion. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before, and she found herself craving more. Her hand worked faster and faster, her moans growing louder as she approached her own climax. She could feel it building inside of her as she turned the sock over, searching for more remnants of her stepfather's seed.

Suddenly her breath grew shallow, her chest heaving as she reached the peak of pleasure, and then it hit her. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her like a tidal wave. Brianna's body convulsed as she came, her teeth sinking into the sock and stifling her cries. The sensation was overwhelming as her muscles tightened, her pussy clenching down on her fingers, her juices coating her fingers and dripping onto the floor. It seemed to last an eternity, her hips bucking and her hand clutching the sock tightly as she rode the waves of pleasure.

As the last remnants of her orgasm finally began to fade, Brianna pulled the sock out of her mouth, gasping for breath. It was soaked through, and she stared at it, fascinated by what she had just done. Her father's cum was now inside of her, and the thought filled her a depraved excitement.

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Three days later, Brianna discovered that she was still having difficulty looking her father in the eye. She couldn't stop thinking about the taste of his semen, and the strong, salty flavor of it that overpowered all other thought, or the feeling of it's warm thickness sliding down her throat. She had only had the pleasure of slurping what leftovers she could off the fabric of his dirty sock. She had yet to drink it from the source. But she wanted to. Oh boy, did she ever want to.

Luckily for her, her step-dad's schedule was still erratic and she only saw him in passing on those days, so she didn't have to look him in the eye. She did find herself masturbating more often, and the wet, sticky sock that she had stolen from Nick remained hidden under her pillow for just such occasions now. The semen had long since dried or had been sucked off, but she could still smell it faintly, and his scent made her head spin. She would rest it across the bridge of her nose as she rubbed her clit, letting herself become lost in the musky odor of her stepfather's manhood, and when she began to cry out she would bite down on it, hoping for a taste of him once more.

Today she was coming home from school at noon, and her heart raced every step of the way. She had made it a point to keep quiet about her own schedule this week, secretly not wanting Nick to know what days she would be home early. She had also managed to inquire nonchalantly to her mother one afternoon about her step-dad's schedule, and learned that he would be working the overnight shift for a few weeks. Meaning he would be in bed a lot when she got home, at least for awhile.

She made her way up the walk to her front door, moving quickly now, trying not to appear too eager if by chance he was awake, but unable to contain her excitement. She knew the chances of actually catching her stepfather in the act again were slim, but after it had happened once, well... you always hope lightning will strike the same spot twice.

The front door was unlocked, indicating that he was home, and she pushed her way inside. She tried to remain quiet, but of course the front door squeaked, and she had learned over the years that by opening it slowly you only prolonged the noise and made it worse. She therefore flung it open quickly and dramatically, and had Nick actually been standing there she would've looked pretty foolish. Luckily for her he was not.

As it happened the house appeared to be empty again, and her heart skipped a beat. This meant that he was probably in his bedroom, trying to sleep. So far all the conditions she was hoping for were being met, and she dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes without a second's thought, making her way quickly down the hall towards her parent's bedroom. Her mother wouldn't be home until 5 o'clock like usual, and she still had hours alone with her stepfather.

When she reached their bedroom, she was disheartened to discover that the door was fully closed this time. She hesitated, listening outside, pressing her ear almost completely against the wood as she strained to hear any discernable sound of him masturbating. Instead, she heard nothing but heavy breathing and the occasional soft snore. Her step-dad, it seemed, was already asleep.

She paused, unsure now of what to do. He was in there, and he was asleep, his thick cock stuffed full of delicious semen and barely contained within his loose fitting pants. Her pussy tingled with the thought of it, of devouring that intoxicating liquid directly from the source, making her daddy feel good as she swallowed his warm, salty milk. She shivered, adjusting her thick glasses on her face and brushing her hair out of her eyes as she debated what to do.

Finally, her face scrunched up in a comical display of nerves, she tried the doorknob and found it unlocked. The door clicked open softly, and the sound of Nick's snores grew louder. She pushed it open slowly, being careful not to make a sound, half expecting him to suddenly ask her what she was doing. But he truly was asleep, and his gentle breathing and soft snores filled the room.

Her step-dad had closed the curtains and as a result it was dark in the bedroom, but not enough to truly block out all light since it was still the middle of the day in June. The weather had been warm, and her stepfather was once again sleeping shirtless, his muscular, hairy chest rising and falling softly. This time in lieu of the sweat pants, he was wearing only a pair of silky black boxer shorts with an elastic band. He was sleeping on his back and Brianna couldn't help but wonder if he had fallen asleep after pleasuring himself again.

At this thought, she quickly looked down to the floor, hoping to find yet another sock covered in her stepfather's leftovers. But there was nothing, and if he had used a sock he must've thrown it in the laundry basket in the corner. She wasn't about to go poking around in there.

Instead, she tiptoed over to the bed itself, her eyes locked on Nick's sleeping form. The bed sheets were draped lightly over one of his calves, but otherwise he was completely uncovered. With the heat, this was understandable, and Brianna certainly was not complaining. It made the thought that was dancing through her mind that much easier to do, if she was in fact planning to do it.

Brianna stood next to her parent's bed for at least a couple of minutes, doing nothing but staring down at his prone body. The dim light made it difficult to make out all of the contours of his muscles, but that didn't matter. She knew. She had gazed at her step-dad with his shirt off countless times, had admired how even in his early forties he had managed to retain most of the muscle tone of his youth. His chest was lightly covered in fine black chest hair, and a thin trail of it led down from his belly, disappearing underneath the silky fabric of his shorts. She stared at this line and bit her bottom lip, curious to follow it to it's hidden treasure.

Her hand trembled as she reached out, taking hold of the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulling them down slowly. They stretched easily, and she had no trouble pulling them down below the level of his balls, exposing his large member as it rested on his stomach. Her pulse quickened as she realized she was right - a bead of cum still clung to the tip. The scent of it was intoxicating, and her mouth watered as she moved her face in closer.

With her other hand she lightly grasped her stepfather's penis, taking it down low by the base as she lifted it towards her mouth. She had never done this before, and she took a moment to savor the warmth of his shaft, the fragrant odor of semen and something less pleasant that surrounded it. She let her soft, velvety lips brush against it's length, her tongue finally darting out and tasting the bead of cum at the tip. She let it circle the head, savoring the warm, salty skin as it pressed against her taste buds.

Finally she opened her mouth fully and wrapped her lips around his length. She began to suck, gently at first, her tongue swirling. He moaned softly in his sleep, his body responding to the sensation. His cock grew harder, filling her mouth, and she felt a sense of pride at making him feel this way, even without him knowing she was even there.

As she began moving her head faster, the hard warmth of him filling her mouth, her own arousal grew. Her panties grew damp as she imagined her stepfather awake, watching her with lust-filled eyes while she pleasured him. She knew that what she doing was wrong, extremely so, but the taboo nature of it only seemed to spur her on. Her movements became more eager, her free hand sliding down and finding the warm, wet patch between her own legs. The sounds of her moans mingled with the sound of gentle suckling, and seemed to echo in the quiet bedroom.

Her hand began stroking faster on her step-dad's cock, her mouth moving in tandem, her free hand on her clit as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. Nick's breathing began to grow more ragged, and she felt his cock pulse within her mouth. He was close, very close, and she swallowed his length eagerly, her throat constricting around his shaft.

With a sudden cry of, "aaaah...!?" Nick snapped awake, the sensation finally too much for him to bear. His eyes flew open to meet hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and pleasure. She gazed back at her step-dad through her thick-rimmed glasses, her face young and innocent in the dim lighting.

Then with a powerful groan, her stepfather came, his hot seed filling her throat, a salty flood that she swallowed down hungrily. She moaned around his cock as it pulsed inside her mouth, her lips coming together in a suctioning motion as she slurped down his cum, trying to draw out every drop like she was drinking him through a straw. This was what she had been craving - the powerful, heavy taste of his semen as he pumped it directly into her mouth, still warm and bitter.

When she finally pulled away, his cock now drained and the taste of him still filling her mouth, she licked her lips and waited for his reaction. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat there quietly, the silence seeming to stretch on forever.

His eyes searched her face, trying to focus on her clearly in the darkened bedroom, his emotions a maelstrom of confusion and lust. Softly, his hand reached up and caressed her cheek, a silent gesture of gratitude. Brianna's hand tightened on his softening cock, feeling a strange sense of pride for having satisfied him, for making her daddy cum so powerfully. But then his hand fell away and he sat up, looking down at her with shock. "Bri," he whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep and passion. "What have you done?"

Her eyes darted to the side, unable to look at him anymore. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice suddenly small and weak. "I just... really like how it tastes." She felt the warmth of his semen still trickling down her throat, and she swallowed. She looked up at him again, her eyes pleading. "Daddy, don't be mad. Please, it tastes so good."

Her stepfather, still reeling from shock, took a moment to compose himself. He looked down at his softening cock, still wet with her saliva. "Brianna," he finally managed, his voice low and strained. "This can't... this can't happen again." But even as he said the words he knew he didn't mean them. He was torn between his paternal instinct and this newfound lust, this primal desire that his stepdaughter had unleashed.

She looked up at him through her nerd glasses, her eyes wide and pleading. Absently, she brushed a strand of wavy hair out of her face. "But Daddy," she whispered, her voice suddenly low and seductive, "I love the taste of you. It's like nothing I've ever tasted before. It's so salty and thick and...," she shuddered dramatically and giggled. "Mmm... I just love it!" She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the last remnants of cum from the tip of his cock. The sight was almost too much to bear, and he felt himself growing hard again immediately.

"Bri," he said, his voice almost a whisper, "you can't... we can't." But the words seemed to hang in the air, unconvincing even to his own ears.

She gazed back at her stepfather, her hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, rubbing it gently with her thumb. She could still taste him on her tongue, a flavor she had come to crave. With a grin she nodded.

"You really liked it?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Brianna nodded. "I love it," she confessed. "I want more."

With a sigh that was part resignation and part surrender, he leaned back against the pillows. "You're going to be the death of me," he murmured, then chuckled softly.

Brianna smiled and leaned down. She tried to take him back into her mouth, eager to feel him harden against her tongue once more. He stiffened, letting out a sharp gasp. "Brianna... baby girl... please, you have to stop...," he managed, the feeling of her warm lips wrapped around his shaft overwhelming. She pulled back with a wet pop, looking at him curiously.

"But, why, Daddy?" she asked, her voice childish and sweet. "Mom won't be home for hours. She doesn't need to know. I just really love the way it tastes. I want more. Please?"

He laughed. "Do you really? I've never met a woman that legitimately liked the taste of it. I mean, I guess I figured there were some, I've just never met one. I didn't think it was common."

Brianna shrugged, her hand still gently stroking his cock. "Well, now you have," she said, sounding unsure of how else to answer him.

"What is it you like about it so much?" he asked next, genuinely curious.

"I don't know," she said. "It's partly the taste... it's somehow salty but sweet at the same time. It's partly cause it makes you happy." She shrugged again, this time embarrassed. "It turns me on, doing that to you. I like it."

"Wouldn't you rather be doing that with a boyfriend?" he asked. His voice was starting to becoming difficult to understand. His stepdaughter continued stroking his sensitive cock, and as he spoke his voice had become a whisper, his breathing now ragged.

Brianna shook her head. "I don't know, maybe... but it's not like I have one to try it with." She leaned in and kissed the tip of his penis, licking off the precum that had gathered there. "Besides, I love your cum, Daddy. Why can't I just have yours?"

Nick smiled down at Brianna as she let her velvety lips roam over his member. "Because you're my stepdaughter, baby girl. And I'm married to your mother. It's not right. You should know that."

Brianna nodded, but her mouth continued to explore every inch of his genitals. "I know, Daddy. But it just tastes so good. And nobody will know. Pleeeeease?" Her voice was singsong, and had taken on the same tone she used whenever she asked for money, or if she could borrow the car.

"Didn't you get enough?" he tried one last time, but this only served to be his undoing. "Oh no, never, not yet..." was her quick reply as she suddenly pounced on his cock again, opening her mouth wide. She took him in deep, letting his hard length reach the back of her throat and causing her to gag once more. She choked, giggled, then repeated the process, as if she was enjoying the feeling of choking on her daddy's cock.

Nick moaned openly now, watching his little girl's lips slide up and down his shaft, the warm pocket of her mouth a heavenly embrace. Deep down in the darkest corners of his fantasies, he had imagined this very scenario, along with others just as depraved. And now that it was actually happening, this ultimate act of taboo right here in his very bed, to be awoken from slumber and served up this dream come true on a silver platter, well, it was enough to make a man's head spin.

As she continued to worship his cock, moaning softly around his considerable girth, he reached over and switched on the lamp on his nightstand. They both flinched, and Brianna pulled her mouth off of him, looking up, confused.

"Sorry, baby," he said. "I just want to see your face while you do that." He smiled at her, and she smiled back. Now that she could see her step-dad's face and she knew that he could see hers, she began to tease his cock, playing with it with her tongue, letting it swirl around the head and tickling the veins that throbbed along the side. This was the man that had sworn to protect her, to be her parental figure and be in charge of her, and yet here he was, completely at her mercy. This thought thrilled her more than she could possibly imagine, and she felt a drop of her arousal run down her thigh.

As her head began bobbing up and down on his shaft again, her hand moving in tandem with her lips, her step-dad watched her closely. He still had memories of when she was young, of teaching her milestone moments like the first day of school and riding a bike, or family memories of holidays and backyard get-togethers. And now, that chubby little girl with the big, nerdy glasses and freckles had grown up into a chubby teenage girl with big, nerdy glasses and freckles. What ate at him was how much he could still see her younger self in her, how much she was really just a taller version of that child he always knew. This made the taboo feel that much more depraved, and subsequently, also made it startlingly more erotic.

These memories are what finally pushed him over the edge, the knowledge that the little girl he used to teach the alphabet to was now satisfying him sexually. Was, in fact, addicted to the taste of his semen. The thought was simply too much to withstand, and he felt the pressure building quickly in his swollen member as Brianna's hand stroked it, urging him to release more of his seed into her hungry mouth, her tongue flickering circles around his bulbous head.

"Oh, Bri... oh my god, baby girl... you're going to make me... ahh...!" Nick panted, his body twitching, his abdominal muscles flexing. His hips began to pump involuntarily towards her face, his fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly. He pulled so hard on them that they popped loose on one corner, but he didn't even notice as his cock suddenly throbbed in her mouth, and then, suddenly he was cumming, releasing his hot load deep into his stepdaughter's throat with a groan.

Brianna gulped down the sticky fluid greedily, feeling her stepfather's warm seed splatter across the back of her throat and palate. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis, savoring the salty taste with a moan of obvious ecstasy as she let it strike her taste buds, drinking him down hungrily. The musky taste of him filled her mouth, and she milked him for every drop she could get, her throat constricting around his length, her tongue teasing the head.

His shudders subsided and he pulled away, his cock now overly sensitive. She pulled her mouth away with a loud pop and smiled up at him. "Did I do good, Daddy?" she asked him innocently. There was still a thicker chunk of his semen in her mouth and she rolled it around on her tongue for a moment, savoring it. She could feel the broken strings of it getting caught between her teeth, releasing it's powerful, salty flavor, and she shivered with excitement at the depravity of it all.

"Yes...," he said sleepily. "You made your daddy very happy. But...," he tried to sit up, realizing he had to say something, to try to be the voice of reason in this madness. The responsible parent. He couldn't just fall asleep, leaving it like this.

"But Bri, baby... we shouldn't be doing this. Just because you're not my flesh and blood daughter, that doesn't mean I don't think of you as one. I've been your father since you were four, so you basically are. Doesn't... doesn't this seem weird to you at all?" His eyebrows lifted as he awaited her reply, his own feelings on the subject in conflict.

But Brianna simply shook her head slowly. "No... we aren't actually related, and now I'm old enough. I do think of you as my father, but... well, that's not a bad thing, is it? You've taught me a lot of things over the years, and you were always a good daddy." She shrugged, feeling embarrassed now. "I guess I thought...," she shook her head, unsure how to finish.

"You thought I could teach you about sex?" he asked gently, but Brianna quickly shook her head again, harder.

"No! Oh my gawd, no, not sex! Geez, Daddy...," she looked down at her hands and hugged herself. For some reason the idea of sex with him seemed to repulse her, despite the vulgar act she had just committed. Either that or she was just overly sensitive about being called out on her true feelings. "I just wanted to know what... y'know... your stuff tasted like."

Nick smirked. "My stuff? My... cum? Semen, if you want to get official about it?" He tried to lighten the mood, but Brianna only nodded. "And? What did you think?" He spoke slowly now, still trying to adjust to the fact that he was even having this conversation with his little girl.

His stepdaughter's eyes lit up all of a sudden at the thought of the taste of his seed, and she took a deep breath before unleashing a tirade of compliments about his cum that left him blushing. She spoke quickly, sounding for all the world like a teenage girl that has just found love, and couldn't stop expounding upon the good qualities of the object of her affection.

"... and it's just, like, I don't know, partly it's because of what I know it does to you, too, Daddy," she explained. "It makes you feel so good, and it makes me happy knowing that I'm making you feel that way." She blushed. "And that kind of turns me on, too." She giggled now, suddenly too embarrassed to continue. When she laughed she placed three fingers across her lips and smiled around her hand, a carryover from the days when she wore braces, and he had always found the gesture endearing.

Nick was silent for a moment, considering his stepdaughter's words. Of course she was correct about the blood relation aspect, but that meant less and less the longer the relationship lasted, and of course when the relationship started was important, too. They had become family while Brianna was still four, now fourteen years ago, and she was effectively his daughter now. He couldn't believe she didn't seem to think of him that way as well.

"This really doesn't seem weird to you at all?" he asked her again. It just seemed so hard to believe, he had to ask her one more time.

"No, Daddy. I love the taste of your milk," she grinned at her whimsical choice of words, and Nick couldn't help but smile, too. "I want to drink it every day. Can I... please? At least until I go to college next year? I won't tell Mom, I promise. It'll just be our own little daddy-daughter secret."

Nick smiled, his meager defenses worn down already. He was being offered a constant source of blowjobs by a teenage girl for a year, one that was desperate to perform them as often as possible, and he felt like he would regret it his entire life if he didn't accept such a generous offer. It was simply too much of a dream come true, and even superseded the infidelity he would be committing to his wife, Zoe.

Besides, Brianna was directly related to Zoe and was essentially just an extension of her... or at least, that was what he told himself to justify it in his own, cheating mind. But, what he really wanted was the mother/daughter combo, and he intended to exert all of his effort into making THAT particular dream come true, as quickly as possible. It was his new obsession now, and he would not give up until he had achieved it.