Anything He wants

A sigh of relief as we hit the bottom, and I race out ahead of him to set up my towel.

“You’re not going to start tanning right away, are you?”

I look at him like it’s the stupidest question ever. “Uh, yeah, that’s why I came here.”

“How about we go test out that water first?”

I look over at the sparkling beach, the water a welcoming respite from the sun. I pinch my lips together, contemplating my choices. I have time, I guess. “Ok,” I nod.

Daddy sets his stuff up next to mine and takes his shirt off. Pale, right?

But it’s not enough to detract from his frame. My stepdad has a very muscular yet lean frame, built from his consistent regimen of working out before heading into the office. He takes care of himself to counteract the effects of sitting at a desk all day long.

As awkward as it felt to imagine lying on that other beach with all those kids running around my skimpily dressed body, for some reason, I felt a pang

of something inside me at the thought of doing it here… alone with my

stepfather. I wouldn’t be bare in front of anyone else, as the beach is deserted for a long way down, but the thought of being bare in front of Daddy with nothing else for him to focus on but me? He might have at least been

distracted before, but he sure as hell is going to notice every inch of me here.

Self-consciousness doesn’t even describe it!

He looks at me, looking left and right as if looking around for something. “Uh, what are we waiting for? Are you coming?”

I’m here. I climbed down some goddamn rocks to get here. I can’t let my paranoia stop me from having a good time.

That doesn’t mean I can’t turn away when I undress. I take my shirt off, and unbuttoning my jean shorts, I bend over and slide them down, kicking them to the side.

When I turn around, I see my daddy’s eyes flick away quickly. It’s

impossible not to notice where they were looking just before they decided to

run away. Oh my God! I was trying to avoid looking at him, but I instead just

gave Daddy a full view of everything behind me! This couldn’t be any more embarrassing.

He clears his throat. “That’s a… strange swimsuit to be wearing.”

I blush. Ugh. Of course, he has to say something and draw attention to it. “I told you I needed to get a tan,” I say under my breath, fidgeting as I hold my hands behind my back.

His eyes seem fixated on me, and I can feel the heat rush to my face.

Daddy licks his lips as if countering a suddenly dry mouth. He diverts.

“Yeah, of course,” he says. He holds a bottle out for me, “Sunscreen?”

I put my hands on my hips. “Daddy, I just said…”

“Right. Well, can you help me then?”

“Help you?”

“Yeah, not all of us here need a tan. I can’t reach my back, and I will be incredibly burned if I don’t put on some protection.”

As he hands me the bottle and turns around, the word ‘protection’ echoes in my mind. The word provokes me. I think of a condom, I think of a hard cock, I think of Daddy standing over me as I look up at him on my knees, I think of sliding the condom over him…

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax. He’s your daddy. Come on.

I shake my head and put some of the lotion in my hand. Spreading it

over my palms, I begin to apply it to Daddy’s skin.

Over his thick shoulders, across his powerful back muscles, down the contour of his spine, pressing against his strong lower back… The motions make me think about my own body: my stomach exposed, my large breasts

barely contained in their cups, the string between my soft cheeks grazing

my

backdoor…

I rapidly apply the rest and remove my hands, like I touched a hot stove, fearful of my mind and the sensations welling inside me. I shake my hands in the hope that I can dull the naughty feelings. I can’t, so I run out ahead of him, intent on drowning my hot desires in the cool water. The ocean is revitalizing as my bare feet splash through the tide. I dive

underwater as Daddy gives chase behind me, enjoying the refreshment before

I’m forced to lie in the sun for an hour or so.

As I come up for air, I comb my wet hair back. Before I can react, Daddy’s hands are around my waist, picking me up and tossing me in the air, submerging me once again, this time unwittingly.

I sputter as I come to the surface. “Blegh! Daddy!”

“Oh, come on,” he chastises, “the beach is for fun.”

“Maybe for an old man like you to relive your youth, but I’m perfectly

fine not getting dunked underwater.”

“There you go again, saying I’m an old man.” I’m not sure if he’s annoyed, or poking fun at my teasing.

“Well, you are,” I smirk.

“I’m not that old. I’m not even 40 yet.”

“Well, that’s old for me.”

Daddy approaches, his movements slow as he wades through the water. “You’re telling me,” he says, his hand swinging around to the side of my stomach, lightly caressing me as it slides along my back, “that you wouldn’t date a man my age?”

Daddy’s look is impressive, his eyes holding sway over me so much so that I feel like a field mouse staring into the eyes of a lion. Heat rises to my face and I can’t tear my eyes away from him. I finally mutter, “Well, I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”

“You haven’t thought about being with a real, mature man?” The tint of

his voice is more than suggestive; it’s dripping with insinuation, a dark matter that prickles my skin at the mere thought of engaging it.

“Mature?”

“You know, someone who takes care of you, who’s got every answer you’ll ever need.”

I swallow, unable to respond.

“Who can do things like this for you.” His other hand circles around my waist. Both hands move downward, crossing the boundary of what little fabric I have protecting me, running over my soft flesh and cupping my ass in his hands.

I squeeze my butt in response, scared but delighted at the tantalizing

thrill of a man’s hands on my body. Daddy squeezes me in response, and then lifts me in the air, pulling my body to him so that our bodies go flush against each other and my legs wrap around his waist.

“See how easily daddy carries his baby girl. She’s light in his arms.”

I nod, transfixed by Daddy’s piercing gaze and his hands holding me up in the air.

“Is that what you’d want?” he smiles. I can feel Daddy’s cock harden beneath my pussy, bulging with each flash of arousal, pressing against the sheer fabric of my bikini.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty confident girl, even haughty at

times, capable of handling the most dire of situations. But this situation?

This one is… frighteningly erotic. My stepfather’s coming on to me! It’s so

incredibly taboo but heart-poundingly delicious. I’ve never thought of him like

that before, but this moment, his innuendo, his assertive motions… it’s like it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Like my stepdad has been the root of my desires for so long that I’m burning inside for him to take me.

For a confident girl, I bizarrely buckle under the pressure. My voice cracks, “I-I should probably start my tan now.”