Close Encounter
Knightly
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Cody
I am never going to forget that I think to myself. Her perfects breasts are burned into my mind
she sits on her bed in her room, leaning back against the wall and thinking about the awkward encounter she just had.
Knightly wonders to herself what Cody thinks of her naked body. Does he find her attractive? A soft smile spreads across her face. She bites her bottom lip as she fantasizes about how Cody's muscles felt when he walked by her. How big was his cock really? Was he actually looking at her tits and ass?
The questions keep swirling in her mind. It feels like there are butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Knightly knows she should feel guilty for having lustful thoughts about her own father, but she just can't seem to help it. The look in Cody's eyes, his erection, it was like he wanted her too. Just the thought of him looking at her, desiring her, is enough to start getting her hot and bothered. Knightly imagines Cody touching her, kissing her, making love to her.
I climb into the shower forgetting to grab myself a towel. I do not notice Knightly's phone sitting on the counter. I turn the heat up, and let steam still the glass shower stall. I cannot stop thinking about my step daughters firm breasts, and her cutely shave pubic hair. I begin to stroke my shaft. Knightly suddenly realizes her phone is in the bathroom still.
She stands up from her bed and dashes out of her room. She flies down the hallway towards the bathroom. As she rounds the corner, the steam coming from the bathroom pours out, enveloping her. She pauses in front of the closed door. Taking a deep breath, she gently knocks.
Dad, um, is your phone on the counter? I must have left mine in there when I was showering.
I am lost in thoughts involving Knightly's breasts cover in my cum. I do not hear her enter. I am stroking my shaft long and slow softly moaning. Knightly begins to sneak over to her phone when she catches a glimpse of me jerking off through the fogged shower door. She gasp, trying hard to remain quiet
freezes in her tracks, eyes wide as she sees Cody's outline jerking off through the frosted glass. Her heart races, face flushing crimson. She wants to flee, but can't seem to tear her eyes away from the erotic sight. A warm tingling sensation begins between her legs. She starts rubbing her thighs together subconsciously, needing some friction to alleviate the growing heat. Biting her lip, she wonders what it would feel like to watch him finish, to maybe even see him cum all over her phone. She takes a small step closer, leaning in to get a better look. She reaches out to quietly shut the door so her moans of arousal don't alert Cody that she's watching him in his private moment.
she can hear my breathing becoming more intense. My hand begins to quicken the pace, my hips thrusting against my own hand.
Oh fuck, that's it's. Oh my god those beautiful tits.
My legs being to shake. I am unaware that Knightly is watching me begin to orgasm
gasps as she hears Cody's lustful comments about her, eyes widening even more. She can't believe her father is getting off to thoughts of her body! It makes her sick with shame, but even more than that, it excites her. She wants to see it, to see his cock pulsing as he cums thinking about her tits. She reaches her free hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her shorts, trying to quell the aching need he's aroused within her. Breathlessly, she moves closer to the shower stall, peering through the steamed up glass, waiting for the moment he erupts.
It only takes a few moment more, imagining her presses her tits together, offering them to me to shoot cum across. I give one final stroke, and my cock twitches and jerks as I ejaculate. The semen flies through the air and begins to paint the glass doors. Heavy streams of thick cum splash on the glass one after the other after the other. After release a dozen heavy blasts, I begin to slow my pace. Cum still pumps from my cock, but now it runs down my shaft onto my fingers.
she whimpers softly in arousal at the sight of her daddy cumming for her, barely stifling a moan. Her hand is rubbing furiously between her legs, unable to ignore the throbbing heat she feels. The images in her mind are vivid and lustful, picturing Cody shooting his thick load all over her tits like he imagined, claiming them. Her panties are damp with her juices and her nipples are stiff peaks against the fabric of her shirt. She wishes she could touch herself fully, but doesn't dare, not with him right there behind the glass door.
Holy fuck, what was that?
I asked myself still unaware Knightly has observed my performance.
I've never cum that hard before. Was that because of Knightly?
I continue to slowly pump my shaft.
bites her lip harder as she hears Cody's words, pulse quickening at the thought that she turned him on that much, even unknowingly. The lustful haze in her mind starts to fade as the guilt and confusion creeps back in. What the hell is wrong with her, getting so hot and bothered by watching her own dad jack off? She knows it's not right, but her body still aches with desire. She struggles internally, the logical part of her brain telling her to stop watching and run out of there, but the more primal, sexual side urges her to stay and keep touching herself, to cum imagining it's her tight pussy Cody is stroking instead of his cock.
as I regain my breather I begin to wash myself. I lather up and run my hands all over my body, giving my cock a generous wash with a sudsy wash.
She takes a few shuddering breaths, trying to steady herself as she watches Cody washing up. She licks her lips, tempted to touch her pussy again, but restrains herself. She should stop watching and leave before he notices her. Yet her eyes remain glued to the erotic scene playing out before her. She admires how his muscles ripple under the soapy suds, wishing she could reach out and feel them. Her mind continues to spin with dirty thoughts, imagining it's her hands gliding over his strong, manly body, pumping him till he shoots another big load.
Knightly hears me start to turn the water off and realizes Im about to exit the shower and find her in my bathroom again.
In a panicked haze, she looks around, realizing her phone is still on the counter, in plain sight.
Fuck fuck fuck,
she mutters to herself, torn between bolting out of there and risking him seeing her, or staying and maybe avoiding detection if she hides properly. She spots the cabinets under the sink. On her tiptoes, she opens one quietly, finding it thankfully empty. There's just enough room for her to hide inside, if she crouches down. She shimmies inside, pulling the door closed until it's barely cracked open, allowing her a small view of the bathroom. Knightly tries to calm her racing heart, listening as she hears Cody turn off the shower, the sound of water dripping and wet feet on tile. She hears the shower door open, and then her breath hitches as she sees Cody come into view, his body dripping wet, a towel slung low on his hips. She bites her lip, trying to stay silent and steady her ragged breathing as she continues to watch, hidden.
The towel drops from my hips, and Knightly can see my glistening shaft up close. Still partially erects from thinking of her. I spend a few moment shaving and brushing my teeth.
I have noticed how adult you've become Knightly, don't think I haven't. You're making your own decisions and I couldn't be more proud of you. You are so intelligent and creative. I knew you're body was all grown up, but my god you are perfect. I know your my step daughter, but my god you're a beautiful creature.
I say out loud, Knightly hesitates wondering if I know she's there
Her heart pounding in her ears, Knightly listens intently as Cody speaks, shock and arousal warring within her. He... he knows she's there? Did he somehow find her hiding spot? Or is he still oblivious, thinking he's speaking aloud to himself? She can't help but sneak a peek through the crack in the cabinet door at his naked body, biting back a soft moan as she admires his muscles glistening wetly, his cock still semi-erect, jutting out thick and hard. The lusty, worshipful way he talks about her sends shivers down her spine, her nipples aching and pussy throbbing. God, he finds her beautiful... perfect, even. And to know that he desires her, despite being her stepfather... it's so taboo, so wrong, but her traitorous body just can't resist responding to it. Her mind is in turmoil, a constant stream of conflicting thoughts and emotions swirling through her. She knows she should sneak out while he's not looking, should end this before things go even further...
Right Cody, you tell her that and she never speaks to you again.
It becomes clear I am talking to myself.
This secret stay with you Cody. You'll remember exactly how she looked in that moment the towel dropped, you'll jerk off, and never mention it again.
There's almost a sadness in my voice. I exit the bathroom and Knightly can hear my climb into bed. After a few minuets my snoring can be heard.
She slowly opens the cabinet door just a crack wider, peeking out hesitantly. She sees the bathroom is empty, hears Cody's distant snores from down the hall. She breathes out in relief, exiting the cabinet and silently shutting the door. On shaky legs, she creeps towards the counter and grabs her forgotten phone, practically sagging against the countertop in relief that he didn't find her. Her heart is still pounding in her chest, the adrenaline making her feel heady and dizzy. She risks one more glance towards Cody's room, feeling a weird pang in her chest at his final words - a loneliness, a deep longing she can't quite explain. As much as it scares her, excites her... thrills her... and repulses her, there's a strange, masochistic part of her that wants him to keep talking about her like that. To keep sharing his deepest, darkest thoughts. It feels like such a violation of trust, of their stepfather-daughter dynamic, but God help her... she craves more.