The silence in the house was thick, only broken by the low hum of the refrigerator. Her mom was away on a business trip, leaving just the two of us. I found Sarah, my stepdaughter, in the living room, her brunette hair cascading down her shoulders as she concentrated on her phone. She was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top.
"Everything okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. She looked up, her eyes meeting mine for a beat too long. There was a nervous energy about her that I couldn't ignore. She's a beautiful girl, so I was definitely tempted. I know it's wrong, but the temptation was very powerful.
"Yeah, just bored," she mumbled, looking away. I sat down on the sofa next to her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. I could see the small tits rising and falling slightly as she breathed.
"Want to watch a movie?" I suggested, already knowing what I wanted. The air crackled with unspoken tension. She shrugged, a tiny smile playing on her lips.
As the movie played, my hand inched closer to hers on the sofa. Her fingers were delicate, petite. Eventually, our fingers touched, a spark igniting between us. I looked at her, and she didn't pull away. I could tell she also wanted it, she seemed really hot teenage girl to me. I slowly intertwined our fingers.
One thing led to another, and soon we were kissing, a passionate, forbidden kiss that tasted of desperation and longing. She tasted so sweet. I pulled away and went down on my knees. She gasped as I gently caressed her petite girl body. "Oh, step daddy," she whispered.
The climax was intense. The missionary position felt raw, animalistic. As I spilled my seed inside her, a feeling of guilt washed over me, mixed with an undeniable surge of pleasure. I let go and went with the flow because that was the only thing I could do at this point. Her eyes glazed over and after a moment she pushed me of herself and left the room. I could not stop the cumshot but I regret this moment for sure.
