Confessions, as we shower.

Even as we agreed that it'd be okay to keep going, condom or no condom, at least till Mom got back, I could feel the same lust and desire for my father coming back, the heat in my belly growing again. I knew Mom wasn't sleeping with Dad, and his load he pumped into me was most likely very relieving for him. "Dad? Could we do it again? Bareback I mean? It can't be anymore riskier then it already is, and as Mom's been blue-balling you, maybe I can help, be your release valve?" Even as I said that I was kissing him on the lips. "Somewhere private? My bedroom? Yours?" I asked.

He suggested I shower, not a bad idea, while he cleaned up the evidence out here. I did tell him I was a virgin, and wanted to lose it to him. I knew I couldn't, but that came true anyways. Wrapping the cum and blood stained towel around my waist, I went upstairs to shower in the master ensuite. Dad would soon enough be joining me, and even as I washed myself, spraying the wand up against my pussy to wash out as much of the mess, I was fantasizing having Dad in the shower with me, his bare cock buried up in my virgin pussy, cumming in me again like he did outside. It was part of my journal that I wanted him to do this.

So when he joined me in the shower, I asked him how much of it he'd read, to which he admitted most of it, not the last parts, which I was relieved. Those were the really dirty parts, the desire to perhaps one day replace my mom as his wife, be the young trophy wife who'd bear the kids Mom never could, be his young sexy baby factory he couldn't not bed every night. He was uncertain how I came to feel this and I explained that as a teen I was infatuated with him, but when the feelings didn't go away, I started writing it down as a way to work it out of my system, which didn't seem to work.

Of course my next question was how did it feel earlier? Taking his step-daughter's virginity?