Revealing fun in the shower and a lift home

"I think I need to take another shower," you announce and get up from the bench.

You head back into the warm and steamy darkness and take your place once again beneath the warm water. It washes away your sweat and you use the soap dispenser on the wall to lather up your teenage body. Your stepdad joins you, his strong hands covered in suds washing your back, your breasts, your ass, and between your legs. He's tall enough that he has to bend his head to kiss you. His tongue parts your lips and you savor the invasion, pressing your soft breasts against him.

He moves down, licking and sucking your nipples, kneading and admiring your full d-cup breasts.

"Do you want more?" He asks.

"Yesss," you sigh over the drum of the beating water.

He presses your back against the wall and lifts you up with a strong hand beneath each thigh. His cock sways between you and he thrusts easily inside your pussy. The passion between you and your stepdad is undiminished. He pounds in and out of your pussy, alternately kissing you and looking down to admire his cock spearing into your tight hole.

You cum twice around him and then slip to the floor. He falls atop you, thrusting back inside your aching cunt. Your feet hang in the air above his hips, the soles splashed with warm water from the shower. His balls slap against your pink asshole and your tits sway with each deep thrust.

He warns you before he cums and rolls off of your body and onto his back on the tiles. You straddle one of his legs and lean down, taking his fat cock in one hand and stroking his balls with ther other. You look up at him as your lips wrap around the head. Your tits dangle below you, slapping gently against his balls and thighs as you bob your head up and down his shaft.

"Oh god, Joy!" He cries as he cums.

You stare right at him, undeterred by the revelation, swallowing each scalding gob of his salty sperm. You work up and down his spasming dick, your eyes locked on his, and you drink his load. You savor each gooey explosion as it jets against the back of your throat. You suck him dry and then help him to his feet. He kisses you and then leads you into the locker room.

He towels you off, tenderly this time, and admires your lingerie as you dress before him. It feels strange when you see him dress, the jeans you've seen before, the button up shirt you watched your mother fold. There is a pang of guilt and shame at what you've done with him, but it remains feeble beside the excitement of the forbidden acts you shared with your stepdad.

"Did you drive here yourself?" He asks.

"Someone brought me," you say.

When he offers you a ride you accept, though both of you know that it will lead to the inescapable conclusion that you share the same house. You wave goodbye to Sara in the Jacuzzi and meet your stepdad out front, not wanting to cause a scene by being spotted together. You buckle up beside him in the car you've watched him take to work for the past three years. It's minutes before you speak to each other.

"We can pretend tonight never happened," he says. "It was just, you know, it was just some fun."

You look at him and he shrugs.

"We can't tell your mother," he continues. "It would kill her."

You remain silent.

"It's best we just forget about it, don't you think?" He asks.