Keeping quiet

Eyes wide, heart pounding, you try to make sense of what's going on. Part of you wants to yell out, tell your mom that her stupid husband put his hands on her daughter. What would she think of that? What do you think of that? As his hands dig into your shoulders, you remember how those same hands spanking you had unleashed a flood of confusing emotions. As his hot breath washes over your face, you remember how the feeling of being pushed, grabbed, controlled, had caused a flare of heat between your legs. As his blue eyes bore into yours, filled with a swirling mix of panic, anger, confusion – and something else – you remember that brief moment when your overwhelmed body and mind had wordlessly pleaded for more.

More what?

What is happening to you?

Your stepdad overcomes his shock first. "Yeah, Rach, we're getting along just fine." Then, under his breath. "You keep your mouth shut RC, understand?"

Before you can think, you answer in a shaky whisper. "M-make me." It's like the harder he pushes you, the more you want to push back.

His eyes go wide and his nostrils flare, and he responds in the same menacing undertone. "Whatever you say, little lady." His hands dig into your shoulders and push you down, your back sliding against the concrete garage wall until your ass is on the floor, your legs awkwardly splayed to either side of his, your eyes level with his bulge. Your breath catches in your throat as he reaches down to unzip his fly.

"Well thas good ta hear!" Your mom was obviously able to fix herself another drink. "Mind if I come in? Wanna see this with my own eyes."

"Uh, er..." Your stepdad's eyes dart around the room as one hand digs in his open fly, the other still tight on your shoulder. "You wouldn't want to, we're smokin' some dope."

"Aw, yecch." Your mom makes an exaggerated gagging noise. "You gotta towel under the door, right? You know I can't stand the smell."

"Oh yeah, you bet." David finally pulls his stiff cock out from his pants. The uncircumcised tip glistens with precum. You can't take your eyes off it. "You know I'd hate to upset you with my nasty habits."

"Aww, such a sweetheart. Seems ya got no problem pushin your nasty habits on my daughter, of course." She chuckles. If only she knew what a double entendre she'd made. "Glad ta hear you two are finding somethin in common at least."

Your stepdad's mouth curves in a strange grin under his mustache. "Oh yeah, we're finding all sorts of things in common." His hand on your shoulder moves up to grab your hair, and he pushes forward.

Why are you letting him do this? Your inner voice is screaming at you to push him away, yell out, close your mouth, something! Instead of listening to that voice, you listen to your body. The lingering pain in your ass dulls your urge to resist. The memory of his strong hands pushing and pulling you feeds into the throbbing heat between your legs. The strange feeling of being below him, having him tower over you, his mass filling your vision, makes you want to... comply. You feel your lips part, and your eyes look up to meet his. You hope they're full of anger, full of fire, but you're afraid all they're showing is confusion... meekness...

... and a different kind of heat.

As his cockhead enters your mouth, it muffles a soft moan. The taste of your stepdad's dick should disgust and repulse you, but instead all you can feel is a dizzying thrill as you give in. What the fuck is he doing? What the fuck am I doing? Why... why am I getting so hot?

"Well hell! That's great news! See, RC, I toldya he wasn't so bad." There's a pause. "RC?"

David's hand tightens in your hair. "Hold on, she's taking a hit." He pushes his cock into your throat, making you cough around his meat plugging your windpipe. "Oops! Looks like that was a bit too big." His smile sharpens. This motherfucker is enjoying himself.

"Aw shit, RC. Serves ya right, always gettin yourself into trouble."

You glare up at your stepdad, furious at both your parents, the anger doing nothing to quell the burning heat inside. What the fuck is going on with me?

"She'll be alright, she's over by the window getting some air." David continues to leisurely pump in and out of your mouth, something more than pleasure in his eyes. It's like he knows how much you hate this, and he's enjoying the fact. "So what are you thinking for dinner?"

Is he fucking serious right now? You narrow your eyes at him, and he just winks at you. In spite of your fury, you do nothing to stop him fucking your face.

"Oh, I dunno, pizza? What does RC want?"

"Oh, she'll take anything." He increases his pace, hands tightening in your hair. "You know how easy she is."

Your mom heaves a sigh. "You don't need to tell me twice. I've seen what kinda idiots she hooks up with."

David and you lock eyes, and something passes between you. Just as he starts to pump even harder into your mouth, you begin to suck on his length, your tongue working over the head. I'll show her who's an idiot.

"Yyyuuup, that's our RC, huh?" Your stepdad is starting to breathe hard, struggling to keep his composure.

"Well maybe if you two start spendin more time together you can teach her a thing or two." There's a clink of ice as she drains her drink. "Show er what a real man's like."

"Oh! Don't worry about that Rachel!" David's voice is strained, his hands twisting in your hair painfully, his cock twitching against your tongue. "I'm teaching her some things... already!"

You pull in a shocked breath through your nose as your stepdad explodes in your mouth. Your eyes are wide with anger as you instinctively gulp down his load, his are full of satisfaction as he fights to control his breathing.

"Such a wonderful stepdad! She should learn to be grateful to have a man like you in her life."

David chuckles as the last few spurts of his jizz dribble out on your tongue. "I think she'll... come around. Speaking of, I should go check on her. Why don't you call the pizza place?"

"Great idea! Need to make another drink anyway. Don't have too much fun in there!" Your mom's uneven footsteps fade down the hallway.

Your stepdad pulls his dick out of your mouth. "You should mind your mother, RC." His eyes flick down, and you follow his gaze, shocked to find your hands pressed into your crotch.

You look back up at him, face flushed, eyes wide, mouth open and panting. No... there's no fucking way...

He smacks your cheek with his slowly softening cock. "This is gonna stay between us, RC." He smacks you one more time for emphasis. "Got it?"

Where's your impulsive comebacks now? Your rebellious anger? It's like the heat between your legs melted that all away. It's like you swallowed your indignation at the same time you swallowed his cum. You respond in a voice you don't recognize. "Y-yeah, David. G-got it."

"Good girl."

You'd gone straight to your room after that. The idea of sitting at the table eating pizza with your mom and stepdad was unbearable. Your mom had made some joke about munchies and being stoned as you made your way up the stairs, and for the first time in your life you didn't have a snarky retort for her.

You're in your bed, pants around your knees, hands on your soaked pussy. Not daring to use any of your toys, biting your lip to quiet your moans, your hands work furiously, one a blur over your clit as your other pumps two fingers in and out of your convulsing passage. How did he do this to you? How the fuck did your stepdad get you so hot and bothered? You squeeze your eyes shut and try to make sense of it all.

Was it just the hard dick in your mouth? You love to give head, but that's not it. It can't be, you've never thought about your stepdad that way. As much as you enjoy the taste of cum, you know that wasn't what turned you on so much. Besides, you were already worked up by the time he started fucking your face, much less when he came in your mouth.

Was it the way he... spanked you? You feel yourself tense, your clit buzzing. No, no, fuck no that can't be it. Why the fuck would your stepdad spanking you get you like this? Why would you enjoy being pushed around, having your hair pulled, feeling your body move against your will...

...being called a good girl?

You squeal and squirt over your fingers, too overwhelmed by the **** of your orgasm to comprehend why those thoughts pushed you over the edge. When you finally come down, you open your eyes, and you just barely manage to hold back a yell of shock as you see David standing over your bed. Jesus Christ did I forget to lock the door?

"I never knew you had this side to you, RC." His face twitches, like he's trying to contain conflicting emotions. "Fact is... this is new to me too."

Your cheeks are burning, and you're keenly aware that your hands are covered in your girlcum and pressed against your exposed pussy. "Wh-what the fuck are you talking about, David?"

He reaches down and wraps a hand around your neck. "I'm talking about... about..." His hand constricts, just a little, as doubt flickers in his eyes. "Well, we're gonna find out together. I'm going on a little fishing trip with a couple buddies this weekend. I told your mom over dinner that you wanted to come along. She was thrilled to hear it."

Your eyes go wide at the thought of spending the weekend with your stepdad.

"Better pack tonight, RC. We're heading out bright and early. I'm looking forward to spending some quality time exploring this new side of our relationship." He smiles at you and releases your neck, then walks over to the door. Pausing in the doorway, he looks back at you, that same smile on his face. "Night night, Cola."

He closes the door, leaving you in darkness, alone with your thoughts, with your soaked pussy, with your confused excitement at the prospect of learning even more about this new side of him... and of yourself.