A Step in the Wrong Direction – Part 1 by SteveX

Incest story: A Step in the Wrong Direction – Part 1 by SteveX. Jenny’s lust for her daughter Sarah’s boyfriend is awoken, but Sarah has plans for her step-father. Dinner was ready; Dave’s wife, Jenny, had sent him upstairs to fetch their daughter Sarah and her boyfriend Jake.

Incest story: A Step in the Wrong Direction – Part 1

by SteveX

Genres: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cuckold, Incest, Interracial, Voyeurism

Sarah had been dating Jake for over a year now; they’d met at college and instantly fell in love. Both were eighteen and their parents trusted them to be mature and responsible; they were in Sarah’s room, studying for their final exams.

The door was closed, all was quiet, so he knocked softly on the door, not wanting to startle them. He heard Sarah say “Come in.” so he pushed the door open. Dave stopped. Pinned to the wall, the girl he had brought up for thirteen years was naked and wrapped around her tanned boyfriend as he thrust into her. Her eyes were screwed tight, lips forced into a thin pale line as his cheeks clenched and her thighs gripped his waist.

Dave looked on, frozen, helpless, too embarrassed to say anything as his cock responded to the live porn show in front of him, tenting his sweat pants. Sarah came down from her orgasm; head dropping, eyes opening but unable to focus on the man in the doorway who backed out slowly and quietly closed the door.

“Dave!” Jenny shouted from downstairs, “Are they ready? Dinner’s on the table.”

“Just a sec love.” Dave shouted back, “Just been to the loo.” He heard scrambling from his daughter’s bedroom as they rushed to dress. He knocked on the door, a little louder than before.

“Won’t be long Dad.” Sarah sounded out of breath, “We’re just tidying up our notes.”

Without opening the door, Dave said “Okay.” and went back downstairs.

During dinner, Dave looked across the table at his daughter; she gave no indication that she’d seen him; no awkward looks or blushes. She’d seen him accidentally in the bath when she was twelve; only his top half, from his chest upwards; but she’d blushed for a week whenever their eyes met. Now though, it seemed like this was just his little secret with himself.

After dinner, they watched TV for a while, Jake stealing furtive glances at Sarah. Jake went home, kissing Sarah at the door as he left. Her cheeks flushed as she turned around and saw her father standing in the hallway. “Serious then?” he joked. “Do I need to buy your Mother a hat?”

“Dad?” She replied, embarrassed, “We’ve only been seeing each other eighteen months, I don’t think we’re quite ready for that.”

“A year and half? Already? Well I never.” Dave said. “We haven’t met his parents yet.”

“I have. They’re nice, but I think Jake thinks that you won’t approve of them.”

“We’re not that bad, are we?”

“Well…” Sarah bit her bottom lip, “They are a little… Unconventional.”

“Ahh.” Dave nodded, “Unconventional. Are they both little people?”

“No!” Sarah laughed, “They’re normal; just not what you’d expect.”

“Well that’s settled then.” Dave clapped his hands together. “My interest is piqued; you invite them here for dinner next Saturday and we’ll see just how unconventional these freaks are.” Sarah punched her dad’s shoulder then hugged him before going upstairs to her room.

“We’ll see.” She said as she dashed upstairs. Jenny was feeling friskier than usual tonight. Her hands wandered over Dave’s body until she found his semi-erect penis. He’d been thinking about Sarah; the way her face scrunched as she came, Jake’s cock thrusting into her, pursing her lips in a silent scream whilst her lover took her to the edge. He didn’t know what Jenny was thinking as she slipped beneath the covers and took him in her mouth.

Fully erect, Dave turned onto his back as Jenny climbed on top. She kissed him, tongue darting into his mouth as she lined herself up and impaled her slick pussy on his raging hardon. He’d never known her to be this wet before, or, for that matter, this horny. Head back, gasping for air, she grabbed handfuls of chest hair as she rode him through her second and third climaxes, falling forwards, breathless as she felt him swell; his cock falling from her as semen gushed over her buttocks and between her legs.

They lay together, kissing, regaining their strength. Dave hugged her tightly and kissed the tip of her nose. “Wow! What’s gotten into you?”

“Just a bit horny love.” Jenny replied. “Watching those two all lovey-dovey together reminded me how much I love you.” They kissed again; Jenny rolled off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. She absently wiped the cum from her buttock and licked her finger, savouring his saltiness as the bathroom door swung shut.

Dave sat up in bed, bed springs squeaked softly from his daughter’s room, followed by a breathless gasp. His mind wandered back to this evening’s scene; she looked so much like her mother, especially in the throes of passion. He’d never met or seen Sarah’s father; he’d disappeared before Sarah turned five. Jenny met Dave eight months later at a work event and they’d been inseparable since.

Sarah took to Dave immediately, calling him daddy well before Jenny said “I do.” in the Little White Chapel in Las Vegas, and he’d always thought of her as ‘his’ daughter. His feelings were conflicted now though, their bond was strong, but until now, he’d never thought of Sarah as a sexual being. He lay back, thinking of how his daughter had grown, absently touching his hardening member as his wife returned to the bedroom.

“It’s getting late love.” She said, spotting him stroking his erect cock, she climbed back into bed and snuggled her bum into him. He reached over and caressed her soft breasts; she opened her legs, trapping his cock between her thighs, relishing the feeling of it rubbing her shaven lips as she humped back at him slowly, cum dripping down her thigh as it dribbled from his manhood, finally drifting off to sleep, softened and spent.

Dave dreamed of Jenny; he dreamt of the first time she stood in front of him, breasts bare, nipples hard, begging to be touched. He reached out, staring at them, cupping each one; flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She took a step back and he looked up from her shaven slit, across her flat tummy and pert breasts, his journey of adoration finally resting on his daughter’s eyes and soft lips. Sarah lifted her arms from her sides and beckoned him to come closer. He walked into her embrace, his hard cock pressed between their stomachs as their lips met. He took a second to realise that the lips he was kissing were those of his daughter’s and he tried to push her away. He woke, sweating, the duvet bunched in his hands, the panic subsiding as his breathing returned to normal.

In the next room, Sarah dreamed of Jake; his hot breath against her neck as she responded to his thrusts. Her legs tightening around his waist as he pushed himself into her and her father watched from the doorway with his cock in his hands. As Jake convulsed within her, she reached out to Dave; her slender fingers stretching out to touch him. Their hands met, Jake ceased to matter, melting away, replaced by Dave as her thighs gripped his waist and she threw her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream. Waking with the duvet clamped between her thighs, Sarah grinned to herself; she sometimes thought of Dave as she played with herself. “Hell,” she thought, “Me and Mum are pretty similar, why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men? Or even the same man?” She got out of bed and opened her bedroom door, Dave walked past her on the landing, yawning and stretching, his boxers bulged at the fly and Sarah subconsciously licked her lips. “Morning Dad” she said sunnily.

“Morning Pumpkin.” He replied, slightly startled he dropped his hands to save his dignity, but she couldn’t un-see what had been seen. She had seen it before though, when she was fifteen; she’d opened the door to the bathroom while her dad was sat on the toilet, his cock in his hands and his eyes screwed tight as he pumped himself towards climax. She felt the familiar tingle in her pussy as her hand snaked under the hem of her nightdress and she felt her wetness. Sarah closed the door and retreated to her bedroom, her finger not leaving her pussy until she’d satisfied herself. That tingle was back as her dad scurried to the bathroom, looking back at his daughter sheepishly as the door closed.

At breakfast, he looked over the table at his daughter, but she was either playing it cool or too embarrassed to look him in the eyes; truth was, she was confused. She loved Jake with all her heart; she felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw him; recently though, she felt different elsewhere when she looked at Dave. Last night’s hadn’t been the first dream she’d had of her step-father; there had been plenty more which had found her waking in a sheen of perspiration and a scratch needing an itch. This was, however, the first time she felt that she needed to act on what her heart and body were telling her; even if the mind knew it was wrong.

She decided to think it over properly; see how she felt in a week or two, and if anything happened after that, it was fate. Dave tried hard to suppress his feelings for Sarah; telling himself that he was Sarah’s guardian, her protector and most of all, her father. The feelings he had for her at this moment were morally wrong, and that his attraction to her, was only because she had become a woman, and so like her mother, that it would be impossible for him not to be attracted to her.

For the next week, both Dave and Sarah attempted to return to normal, not knowing each other’s internal struggles. Sarah hoped that Dave would walk in through the door again as Jake pounded her; orgasms ripping through as she felt her father’s eye’s upon her in the doorway. Dave, watching TV with Jenny, found it hard to concentrate as he fought to stay in his seat, desperately wanting to rush upstairs and press his ear against the wall or watch through the keyhole. He didn’t notice Jenny absently stroking her labia through her panties as she listened intently for her daughter’s muffled screams.