Step Submission

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STEP DESIRE

“Whatcha lookin’ at, princess?”

Tasha glanced over her shoulder at her stepfather standing near the cabin of his yacht. Through the sepia-toned shades of her tortoiseshell sunglasses, he looked the spitting image of one of those dapper dandies from the Victorian era posing for a photo. He was a classically handsome man, his dark hair parted to one side and combed neatly into place, his facial hair meticulously trimmed and his blue eyes sparkling like the water they sailed upon.

Victorian men would never be photographed wearing his ensemble, though. Her stepfather was wearing nothing but a pair of black swim trunks, the rest of his sun-kissed body bared for all the world to see.

But that was just it—this was for Tasha’s eyes only. No one else was around. They were alone, drifting in the ocean where it could only be the two of them enjoying their father-daughter vacation.

She gripped the rail just a little tighter as her gaze wandered over his hard, broad pecs, his corded shoulders, the way his biceps bulged and furled as he crossed his arms over his chest. Then her eyes drifted just a shade lower, admiring the shadowy ripples of his abs, the Adonis lines pointing the way to the forbidden fruit between his hips, a package she had often wondered about, and yet never partaken of.

That would be wrong, she told herself, but in an ironic way, a way that made her lick her lips and stare all the more, trying to burn away those trunks with the heat of her glare. But I bet it would feel so right…

Their situation had been a unique one since her mother had left. Blake was only her second husband. Now she was on her third, as rumor had it, and ready to start a new family and forget all about the one she’d left behind. If Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone had been written about a woman, Tasha was sure her mother would have been the inspiration. She just couldn’t help herself.

She supposed that was where she had inherited her attraction to inappropriate men from. It had always been that way. She’d lusted after teachers, mentors, even a priest back when they used to go to church. And now that her mother was gone, Tasha had begun to lust after the next man she thought she couldn’t have: her stepfather.

Part of that came from a place of wanting to help him. He’d had such a hard time moving past her mother’s absence. For the first few months, he’d fallen into a pit of despair that he’d only recently stopped wallowing in. She vividly recalled forcing him to eat and open the curtains to let in a bit of sunlight. She remembered having to practically drag him out of bed in the afternoons and coercing him into taking a shower. That last one was where her attraction had started; the thought had popped into her head one day that maybe if she stripped down and got in there with him, he’d feel more up to it.

It was just a silly, passing idea at first. She’d smirked and tried not to laugh out loud when she’d thought of it. But then, as she sat on the edge of his bed gathering his dirty laundry into the hamper, she’d stared at the partially-open bathroom door and wondered just what it would have been like if she’d actually done it.

What if she snuck in there, right at that moment? How would she find her stepfather? Surely he was naked, bronze body glistening as rivulets of near-scalding water snaked down it. Surely his chocolate brown hair was swept back from his face, his eyes closed as he let the steam surround him. What she really wanted to know, however, was if his dick was hard, and if so, what was he doing to it?

She’d bit her lip as she’d listened to the rushing water on the other side of the door. If she walked in there, would he be stroking himself? Would her stepfather have his legs set apart, his cock in his hand, his balls gently swaying with each stroke as he brought himself to the pinnacle of pleasure all over the tiled walls?

The fantasy had made her so wet that she’d been surprised when there was no wet spot where she’d been sitting on the bed. But after throwing his clothes into the washer, Tasha had slipped off her panties and sat on top of it, legs spread wide as she let the constant humming vibrations work against her clit, sending her into an orgasm that shattered her right there in the laundry room.

Since then, thinking dirty things about her stepfather had been an everyday event. It wasn’t something she could ignore or push aside. No matter how hard she tried to think of anyone or anything else, her thoughts always drifted back to Blake and how sad and lonely he must be.

When he had suggested a father-daughter vacation to take their minds off of her mother’s absence, as well as to celebrate his victory over his depression, all kinds of devious thoughts had run through Tasha’s head. She’d immediately suggested the yacht, ensuring that she and her father would spend all their time alone together in the middle of a vast ocean where no one could bear witness to the dirty things she planned on doing to him.

Except that fantasizing about her stepfather and acting out those fantasies were two different things entirely, and Tasha had yet to work up the courage to wriggle her way into his pants—at least, thus far.

Now she smiled at him, turning to face him in her tiny string bikini. The revealing red fabric was the perfect complement to her own tawny skin, and if she’d had her shades off, it would have made her emerald eyes pop even more than they already did. The extremely low-cut top showcased her D-cup breasts to marvelous effect, and the thin lining ensured that even in the temperate south Pacific weather, her hard nipples were completely visible.

The bottom was no less modest. It was so small that it exposed a bit of her pussy on either side, just enough that shaving was an absolute must, and the back barely contained her ripe ass cheeks. As she lounged against the rail on full display for him, she noticed that he tried very, very hard not to notice any of that and instead kept his eyes pointedly on hers.

“It’s just so beautiful out there,” she said at last, “so peaceful. Nothing but us for miles around.” She flashed him a smile brighter than the sun. “We could be doing anything out here, and no one would be the wiser.”

Blake chuckled softly. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “Lucky we’re just some boring rich folk,” he said. “Easier on the Coast Guard that way.” He nodded down below deck. “You want a beer? I was just gonna grab one and come sit out here with you.”

Tasha beamed. He’d been piloting the yacht all day, just another excuse to keep brooding, she guessed. She’d been waiting for him to poke his head out of his shell for what seemed like forever now. Knowing he was going to spend time with her, and with a beer in his hand, renewed her interest in hooking him during their vacation. She just had to figure out some suitable bait.

Whatever it was had to be innocent, easily misconstrued. If he balked or got angry, she had to have an exit strategy. It had to be innocuous, something she could dismiss, if necessary. She pursed her lips, then smiled as the perfect thing came to mind.

“No, Daddy,” she purred, stretching her arms above her head so that her tits nearly came spilling out of her bikini. “I’m gonna sunbathe for a while, I think. I’d love a bottled water, though.”

“Good thinking,” her stepfather said. “You wouldn’t want to get dehydrated.” Then he disappeared down the stairs below deck. “I’ll be right back up.”

Tasha waited until she heard him reach the bottom of the stairs. Then she quickly crossed the deck to one of the lounge chairs near the starboard side and looked out into the sea, ensuring that they really were alone out there.

When she saw no signs of life, she grinned deviously. Perfect. Now’s my chance.

Tasha was never one to deny herself any pleasure. She was used to getting her

way. So when she set her sights on something she wanted, really committed to it, there was little that anyone could do to dissuade her from finding some way to get it.

Blake was no different. Even though it was a more complicated undertaking than, say, seducing one of the boys back at her college campus, Tasha wasn’t capable of denying herself the satisfaction and thrill of bagging the most unattainable man she could think of. It would be a real challenge, and something about how dirty and disgusting it was really turned her on.

So, before Blake could come back up on deck, she quickly untied the top of her string bikini, tossing it onto the lounge chair next to her. Then she lay down on her stomach, exposing her back to the bright mid-day sun.

She squirmed as her bare nipples brushed against the wooden slats of the chair. She could feel them stiffening already as she thought of what her stepfather would do when he found her there. Even though she hadn’t been in the water today, she felt her bikini bottom moisten, sticking to her shaven lips as she wriggled in anticipation.

Her pulse rushed in her ears. She listened for his footsteps, holding her breath as she heard the door to one of the interior cabins close. Then her stepfather began walking up the stairs, and she barely contained her glee as he rounded the corner to where she was laying.

“I grabbed you some sunscreen,” he said. She peeked at him through her lashes. He was looking at the label, oblivious to the scene she’d constructed for him. “Don’t want you getting burned.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” she cooed, biting her lip and revealing a little bit more of her face to him. “Would you put some on my back? It’s such a pain, and I can’t really reach.”