The Stepdaughter

Logan dejectedly pulled his pants back up, staring morosely at the tent his hard cock made through his jeans.

When Logan and Sarah got married, Logan expected the biggest obstacle to be her family. Sarah grew up as royalty- seasonal holiday homes, butlers, chaffeurs, private boarding schools... the usual. Logan had grown up with a single mom in the Bay. He didn't know a thing about polo, or wine-tasting, or the fifteen different forks given to you by fancy restaurants. The fact that his chosen profession was a teacher probably didn't help either.

But surprisingly, the family had taken well to him. They respected his well-educated background, and his primary subject of choice- Economics. They were even more grateful when he agreed to take a significant pay (and status) cut to go from a university professor to a high school teacher.

The big hitch in his otherwise perfect love story was Brooklyn, Sarah's daughter from her first marriage.

Sarah divorced from her ex-husband, corporate mogul Sterling Langley III for a variety of reasons, but the breaking point was definitely his affair with his assistant. It mas messy, humiliating and unfortunately extremely public. Brooklyn had been fourteen when it happened, and regrettably was thrust into the spotlight by bloodthirsty journalists. While there had been a successful lawsuit against the press from the Dunbars, the experience had left Brooklyn quite scarred. Brooklyn became an angry fount of frustration, and when Sarah started dating Logan, she had opened the floodgates on him.

It probably didn't help that her new Stepdad was closer in age to her than her Mother.

Brooklyn had never accepted Logan, despite significant efforts from Logan to get to know her. She only spoke to him out of necessity and frequently belittled him in front of both him and her Mother.

Logan slowly got up, his erection aching painfully as he shuffled into another room where the routers were kept. Slowly, he went back to his room before attempting to wire them in.

After ten failed attempts, he gave up. He couldn't concentrate. He kept imagining that, instead of his hands wrapped around the router facedown, it was Sarah, her pert ass up and his cock ramming into the slick folds of her pussy with wanton lust.

"Fuck it." Logan grumbled, striding to the toilet. He winced as heard raised voices howling at each other downstairs- Sarah and Brooklyn going at it again, undoubtedly.

He closed the bathroom door before resting himself on the toilet bowl and rapidly pulling his pants off, allowing his throbbing cock to stand stiff.

Slowly, he took it in his hand and leaned back, closing his eyes,

"Mmmm... Sarah..." He moaned as imagined his wife waking him up with a handjob.

"Yeah..." He groaned as you leaned back. He felt the rest of the world become irrelevant as he continued to pump his cock with increased ****, seeing Sarah slowly blow him in his minds eye.

Suddenly, Logan saw her features shift, almost beyond his control.

"You like that daddy? When your stepdaughter sucks you off?"

Logan froze, shocked and what he had just thought. Brooklyn? On her knees? Servicing his cock? No... surely not.

Logan bit his lip, cock still in hand. To his horror, it appears to have become more excited at the thought of his stepdaughter. But you couldn't! That was so... wrong!

"Logan! Come quick!" He heard Sarah call. Logan grimaced. Technically, it was fine if he just thought it, right? He weren't technically doing anything against the marriage. Besides, he'd just work it out of your system and never again. That'd always worked, whenever he saw someone he thought was mildly attractive while he were dating Sarah. Wanked to them once, and never again.

Hesitantly, he leaned back before re-conjuring the image in his mind's eye. Brooklyn on her knees her bubble-gum pink lips wrapped prettily on the crown of his cock.

"Ohh..." Logan moaned as Brooklyn began to move her slutty mouth up and down his cock. Absentmindedly, he began thinking about her. She'd always been beautiful, with her hazel brown hair, perfect complexion, pretty red lips and her immensely fit body from all the dance and basketball she did. But since she was 18, it's like she'd gone through puberty again. Her boobs seemed to have quintupled in size, and Logan remembered Sarah confessing about how she and Brooklyn had to restock her entire bra collection one summer. Of course, it didn't help that Brooklyn semeed to take pleasure in wearing the smallest, most form-fitting clothes she could find.

"Oh God..." Logan moaned as he began to jack off faster, Brooklyn deepthroating him in his minds eye.

"Ungh~ BROOKLYN!" Logan groaned as he began to feel a familiar tightness in his balls. He groaned before letting the floodgates loose, shooting ropes of think cream against the wall in front of him.

"Logan what the fuck are y- WHAT THE FUCK!" Logan's eyes shot open and he stared in horror at... none other than Brooklyn, clad in a tank top and yoga pants, a Starbucks in hand staring openmouthed.

"I- uh- Brooklyn! You weren't-" Logan began flustered, frantically trying to shove his cock back in his pants. Brooklyn screamed and ran downstairs. Logan groaned as he tidied himself up, before scurrying down.

"-and he was just sitting there, his fucking prick in his hand and white... stuff dripping down the wall!" Brooklyn finished yelling at her Mom, before she sauntered out the door. Logan ran up to his wife.

"Fuck.... sorry! It's just-" He began, before being cut off.

"I understand. My fault I left you hanging." Sarah answered, pressing a finger to his lips. Logan smiled.

"No more though. Brooklyn's out the house, and we need to... properly welcome you." Sarah shot back playfully as she began to lift her shirt off her chest. Logan grinned, moving to do the same.

But one thing nagged at him. Did Brooklyn hear him yell her name... right before he came?