Passion desire Lust

Story 19 Heatstroke

Brandy

I was soaking wet when I woke and the sheets stuck to my body as I moved across the bed, trying to get up. The sun shone through the windows and it must have been ninety degrees inside.

I opened the window and I gasped at the heat. The breeze felt like a hairdryer on my face.

I went to the kitchen dressed in only panties and a halter top. Sweat ran down my back and my armpits. A drop of sweat ran down my forehead and onto my nose. I wiped it away and sighed.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

In the kitchen, I found my stepfather standing by the sink, filling the coffee maker. I don’t remember him not being n my life so I always just called him Dad or Father. When he heard me he turned around.

“Dad! What the fuck… please.”

He looked down at his morning erection, clearly visible through his boxers. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Brandy.”

He quickly turned around but the image was already burned into my mind. I opened the fridge door and the cool air that flowed over me was like velvet on my skin. My nipples turned hard and I rubbed them a little. I drank directly from a chilled carton of OJ.

“Brandy, use a glass.”

I turned to my father, still drinking, and some juice trickled down my chin and onto my boobs. After a moment, I stopped gulping and sighed.

“Sorry, I was so thirsty.”

My dad’s gaze lingered on my juice-covered top and I knew he could see my nipples jutting against the fabric. It was a weird feeling, having him stare at me.

It was actually in June when I first caught him looking differently at me. There was something in his eyes, a bit like when a cat watches a mouse before it pounces. At first, I felt uncomfortable, but then I liked it. It felt good that my dad liked the way I looked. None of the boys in school seemed to like me.

I guess I’m not the prettiest girl. I have mousy brown hair that never seems to be the way I want it. I have freckles and I’m pretty much blind without my thick glasses. My skin is pale – I don’t tan at all – and I guess my only strength is my body. I have firm, high tits, and a pert ass, but I don’t wear tight clothes and so the guys at school don’t notice my body. But my dad sure did.

“What’s for breakfast?” I asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Bacon, eggs, and toast. The usual.”

He put a plate of food on the table and, from the corner of my vision, I noted that he still had a hard-on. There was an uncomfortable tension in the room and so I said, “Thanks, it looks great.”

“You’re welcome. Any plans for today, honey?”

It was Saturday, so no school. “No, I’ll just hang around the pool and keep cool, I guess.”

“Sounds like a plan. I need to run some errands but I should be back in an hour or so.” Dad

I didn’t have any errands to run, I just needed to get out of the house. Being there alone with Brandy dressed only in her panties and that juice-covered top was too much. My wife had left me for another man a year earlier. Even though Brandy was her daughter I had known her since she was a baby. Brandy didn’t seem to care that her mother had left her and we had an amazing relationship. Brandy’s mom left a note that said Fuck You, and that was it. No explanation, no reason, just left me and Brandy.

Living an hour’s drive from the closest town made my social life shitty. I had tried internet dating but all the women just wanted to chat and not meet. I masturbated almost every day. I had thought about paying a prostitute but the idea of all the cocks before me turned me off.

One day, I’d got home early from work and when I walked past Brandy’s room I  heard noises, like as if someone was fucking. I knew that Brandy didn’t have a boyfriend so I peeked.

She was sitting at her desk, her ass on the edge of the seat, and a porn video was playing on her computer of a woman sucking a dick. Brandy was pinching a pink nipple and her other hand was between her legs. As I watched, I heard the wet sound of her pussy being finger-fucked and my cock grew hard.

I quickly walked to my bedroom and closed the door. Leaning against it, I took a deep breath trying to come to terms with what I’d just seen. The fact that my daughter was masturbating wasn’t a big deal; it was quite normal for a sixteen-year-old girl. But the fact that she was watching porn was a surprise. If I had a son and caught him watching, I wouldn’t think twice about it.

I calmed myself but my cock was still hard. I went to the bathroom and jerked off while imagining Brandy finger-fucking herself. Afterward, I felt guilty and promised myself to never again use her as a jerk-off tool.

It didn’t work. From that day in May, I constantly used that image of my daughter masturbating to jerk off. The more I did it, the more natural it became until the day I realized I wanted to fuck her.