Submitting To My Stepbrothers novel Chapter 43

hapter 5

“Mmm,” he growled, “that feels nice.”

As my hand moved up and down, my fingers veered lowered

and lower.

The rumbling in my father’s chest grew deeper. On one

particular caress, my hand reached the top of my father’s boxer

briefs and my pinky touched something hard. It was his cock

poking up against his underwear, he was aroused! My father

shifted his hips away from my hand.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered.

“It’s okay, Daddy.” I stroked his stomach again, passing over his navel and letting my hand veer down again to “accidentally” tap

against his cock a second time. I shuddered and his hand

squeezed my shoulder. “There’s no reason to worry. It happens to everyone.”

“It’s just…you’re very beautiful and I can’t help it.”

“Really, it’s okay, Daddy. I know just what you mean. I get

aroused too.”

We lapsed into silence and I closed my eyes and ran my hand

up and down his stomach, stopping my hand just as my fingers made contact with his erection. With each stroke my hand made firmer contact, until my fingers were able to feel the full outline of his head and his thick shaft. My father didn’t move, though

his breathing was ragged.

Emboldened by his lack of pushback, on my next stroke I moved my hand down to his crotch and wrapped my fingers around his

thick shaft. The top of his boxer briefs was wet from precum. I

could feel my own juices trickling between my legs. I moaned a

little and kissed his chest, gently stroking him up and down.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” my father breathed softly, not

moving to stop me. I turned my face to look up at him.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered. “I dream about you a lot. I

“No. It feels so goddamn right.” “It feels right to me too.”

bared shaft. His skin was warm to the touch, his manhood

quivering between my fingers. He was as hard as a man could get. I leaned my head back and raised my lips to his ear.

“I want you to be my first, Daddy,” I whispered. “I want to give

you my innocence.”

My father’s head leaned down towards mine and I felt his hot breath against my cheek. I strained my neck upwards until our lips met. At their first touch I melted against his body. Our mouths opened and our tongues slipped across one another. My father’s hand caressed my shoulder and he brought the other across our bodies to grab my hip. He shifted his body, pushing me flat against the bed, my hand still wrapped around his hard cock. He kissed me deeper, more forcefully, a deep rumble growing in my chest as I squirmed in his arms. The hand on my hip moved to my stomach and slid up towards my chest. Through the outside of my tank top, he began to massage my breasts, switching back and forth between them.

“Oh, Daddy…”

He pulled my tank top up until it was over my chest. His fingers gently caressed the undersides, the sides, the tops of my bared breasts. His fingers circled my right areola. My nipple was taut and I groaned as he closed his fingers around it, his thumb and forefinger squeezing it and rolling it back and forth.

His hand released my nipple and slid back down my stomach.

His fingers lingered at the top of my underwear, playing with the

waistband. I raised my hips and my father pulled my panties.

down to my knees. As he slid his hand back up, he stroked the

inside of my thighs, spreading my legs apart.