Daddy's Naughty Angel [Forbidden Taste Erotic Collection]

Blurb:

When Annabelle Aston finds out that her stepfather has been jerking off to her pictures and videos on her Onlyfans site, she sets out on a mission to seduce him and make him hers.

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One: Annabelle.

"Your stepdad must be hung, I can bet my life on it," Chloe drawls out of the blue, her tone dreamy and reeking of longing.

I take off my sunglasses with a gasp, sitting up quickly. Her eyes are fixed on my stepfather, Josh, and she has that intense look in them. I swat her arms. "Stupid girl. You shouldn't be saying stuff like that with - "

She turns to glare at me. "It was just an observation, Annabelle. Loosen up!"

I roll my eyes and snort disapprovingly, reclining back on my seat. Chloe and I have been best friends since we were both in diapers, and we also go to the same high school together.

The sun was blazing hot as expected on a hot, summer day, and we were both lying by the pool, soaking it all in. Fresh off of high school, we had just college standing in the way of us achieving a fit, summer body. But that won't be until a month or two, so for now, we're just relaxing. We'd googled and watched a few YouTube videos - the takeaway mostly is to lounge in the sun for a good hour every day, working on our tans, and reworking our diet plans to reduce carbs and introduce more salad options to meals.

With a solid, tight plan like that, it's easy to get bored and seek for a distraction. And the only person within a mile radius of the house is no other person than my stepdad, Josh.

"He's so hot, I could stare at him all day."

"Chloe, I swear to God if you don't stop - "

"Alright, alright!" She laughs. "I'll stop now."

"Good."

"Touchè."

I exhale, the bright glare of the bright, summer sun perfect on my skin. Beside me, Chloe hums a tune, trying to distract us from the fact that we are almost melting into our towels. But it's all good. Beauty is pain, and this summer body isn't going to magically come by itself.

"Need anything, girls?" Josh's deep, rich voice breaks the silence, and I feel more than watch Chloe sit up eagerly.

"A bottle of water won't hurt, Mr. Martell. Please."

Josh guffaws. "I've told you, Chloe. Call me Josh. Mr. Martell makes me feel...old."

Chloe bats her lashes, just the same way her sister, Kiara did when she brought Chloe over this morning. I stay still, suppressing my annoyance. I don't know why Chloe's crush on Josh rattles me so bad. I thought I'd have gotten used to how smitten she's been with him ever since they first met. Maybe it's because, deep down, I feel somewhat sorry for her. Josh would never reciprocate those feelings back. The man is damn well near forty, and we... we're only nineteen. We turned legal only a year ago.

Josh retreats into the house and returns with Chloe's bottle of water. He hands it over.

"Thank you," Chloe says coolly.

"You're welcome."

His eyes lingers on me for a while, before he leaves us alone. I ignore him, still reeling from the fight we had this morning concerning how I want to spend my summer. Apparently, Josh wants me to spend half of summer with mom in Miami, but I won't stick with my diet plan or sun tan in Miami without Chloe there to encourage me. And I sure as hell know that her mom won't let her travel with me.

We're done with high school forever, and college is next. Mom wants me to apply for schools in Miami, close to where she works, but I'd rather pick a school that's close here, in this town, close to Josh.

The thing with Mom is, she cherishes her job over family. It's been six months since she got an offer to be the chief accountant of a bank in Miami, and she's not visited us once. We only see and speak through video calls on Skype, which happens once every month. So going to live with her means I'll be on my own most of the time. I don't have it in me to be idle. It's not in my nature.

And honestly, I can't wait for my adult life to start. I crave it so much. A few days ago, Chloe took me to a burlesque club. I know what you're thinking - what does a nineteen year old girl know about burlesque? Of all career options, why dance? And clubs? But hear me out, I've always wanted such things. I also have an Onlyfans account, which I opened the night I turned eighteen. I want to show off my body. I want to express myself on dance floors. I crave the attention, I crave the noise, and most of all... I crave the money.

It's more than the amount I'll make when I'm done with college and get a job, so in a way, college is not even necessary. But I want to go, for Josh. I want to make him proud. He's always been there for me, always wanted the best for me. And he's always trying to get me and my mother to communicate with each other. I admire his consistency. It's just a pity because my mom and I are so different. We both crave different things. We both want different lives.

Despite having an Onlyfans account with over two thousand subscribers, I'm still a virgin. You might be wondering how, but men pay hefty sums just to get a glimpse of my body. I'll forever be thankful to Chloe for advising me to take my health and fitness seriously. It has helped my shape greatly, and I get to make cool money from it without breaking a sweat.

"Goddamn, Annabelle!" Chloe squeals, grabbing my attention. "Josh just took off his shorts and I was right! HUGE doesn't even cut it!"

I sit up, leaning back on my hands, and reluctantly steal a look at Josh as he dives into the second pool right next to ours. He stays under for a minute or two, then resurfaces, and climbs out, water dripping down his body, his Calvin Klein boxers soaked. His bulge is visible, and I lick my lips instinctively.

Chloe is right.

No, this is wrong

"Crazy girl," I mutter to Chloe, and she laughs.

"You see it too, right?"

"Right."

Josh has always been in excellent shape. He's even more fitness-crazed than I am. He always spends a great part of the day in the gym, lifting weights and working out. He also has a large appetite. It explains why he went for someone beautiful like my mother.

I watch as he towel-dries his full, thick dark hair, before retreating into the house. A lot of women liked Josh, and he's kind of popular in our neighborhood. Chloe's older sister, Kiara would sell her soul to Satan, if only it means she gets to be with him. She's always flirting. Always touching. And it irritates me. I'm sure it irritates Josh too, but he's such a polite man. He's always entertaining her nonsense.

"Well, I think we've had enough sun for the day," Chloe announces as she gets up, stretching her arms. "Come on, let's go for a dive together. I'm so hot."

"You've been heating up with Josh in the vicinity," I tease.

She rolls her eyes, and when I stand, pushes me into the water. I gasp, hitting the water with a splash.

"Are you nuts?" I scream when I come up for air. "What did I do?"

"Incoming!" She shrieks, jumping into the water as well, and making a whole mess. I try to get out of her way but it's too late, so we both tumble down.

"Stupid bitch," I laugh when we come up together.

"Crazy girl," Chloe bites back.

I walk down the hall to the en-suite bathroom to pick up the clean beach shorts I'd left there, my phone propped against my left ear as Valerie, my wife rants on the phone. "I can't believe the nerve of that girl. She's still so stubborn as ever, and I believe you're the reason for that, Josh. You give her too much freedom."

I rub my temples, hearing the girls scream outside. Teenage girls are loud, man. It's like they don't understand that other people can hear them. "Valerie, blaming me isn't fair. You're meant to be here with me, not there in Miami – "

"I expect you to be more understanding, Josh! I've wanted this job for the longest time. You know how much It means to me."

"Yes, and your relationship with Annabelle has suffered because of it. Heck, even I am tired of you. This was not the plan."

"Josh, don't be like this."

"Don't be like what?" I flare up. "You've always been about yourself Valerie. Always. No one else matters. And that's why Annabelle hates you."

She gasps. "Annabelle doesn't hate me."

"Okay, so why doesn't she want to come see you? Why is she refusing to come to Miami to be with you? Huh? Because she knows you have never been there for her. And you can't start now. No matter what, a selfish person can never change."

"Josh..."

"I'll speak to you later. I have work to do." Without waiting for her to respond, I hang up the call.

Outside, Annabelle and Chloe are still playing. I scrub my fingers, casting a glance through the window to where they were splashing and giggling. They are good friends, and I am glad Annabelle has someone she can be that close to, even if I prefer if she is friends with a nicer girl than Chloe.

Not that Chloe isn't nice - oh, Chloe is plenty sweet. In fact, the way she speaks to me is beginning to uncomfortably resemble the way her sister, Kiara, speaks to me. Kiara, with her constant flirtations and innuendo.

I just don't want Annabelle to get into any trouble. And Chloe is definitely the kind of girl who brings trouble.

I dry my hands and stand at the window a moment longer, watching them play. It is late afternoon, and the sun is making large, loopy reflections on the surface of the water, dappling their young, golden skin.

Both girls, in their little bikinis, make quite a sight, I have to admit. Maybe that's why I'm worried about Annabelle. She has the kind of body that can make men forget their common sense. So does Chloe.

They are similar in a lot of ways. Both pretty and popular at school – Kiara has had to step into the role of a guardian to Chloe after their mother had remarried and ran away with her new husband. And they'd both developed early. At 19, they both have fully developed breasts, which they make every effort to display to full effect. Annabelle especially is well-developed, and it is nearly a full-time job getting her to cover herself up.

But they are good kids. They have good grades and even work part-time to earn their own money. Like everything else in life, they do that together too, working at a bookshop downtown.

There is something mesmerizing about the afternoon light, I guess, and the two nubile young bodies splashing and running around the pool, and I stay at the window watching - transfixed.

They can't see me, since the house is dark inside, and there is a certain enjoyment in just being able to watch and stare as much as I want.

Annabelle has gotten out of the pool, her tiny white bikini sticking to her wet body, and is lifting a beach ball up in the air to throw to Chloe in the water. I guess it is the feeling of privacy and being unseen that breaks down some of my usual boundaries, but I find myself staring at her breasts as she raises her arms up and then lowers them down after throwing the ball. She has actual perfect tits. It isn't the sort of thing I should be noticing, although if I am really being honest, I have to admit that I've noticed them long before that day.

I can't help but flick my eyes down over her body every now and then as I watch her grow up. I know what that sounds like, but honestly, men are just wired to notice women's bodies. I have never had to worry that it means anything.

Valerie's breasts were the first thing that drew me to her. I swear I was struck dumb the first time I saw them - so I guess in the back of my mind I just had this purely clinical interest. Would the apple fall far from the tree? And in this case, I can definitely say that, no, this apple was absolutely just like the tree.

... maybe even just a little better... After all, she is younger...

Firmer.

Juicier.

I haven't really been paying attention to my thoughts until I feel my cock stiffen in my pants, jolting me to awareness.

Oh God. That is my daughter I'm thinking about.

Although... she isn't my biological daughter.

When I'd first met Valerie, she seemed so wild and fun to me. She was beautiful, with that incredible body, and to top it all off she came with this cute little kid in tow. Well, maybe 14 wasn't exactly a kid, but Anna had seemed that way to me.

They were on their own. Anna's father had taken off when Valerie was pregnant, and she had no idea what had happened to him. She hadn't put his name on the birth certificate, and she'd refused to acknowledge thereafter that Annabelle even had a father.

I guess, looking back, I can see how I wanted to save both of them.

But Valerie and I moved too fast. We started having problems right out of the gate - and then we still got married anyway. She loved her job more than anything, and it has always been a big bone to pick with her. But when all my pleas fell on deaf ears, and she moved to Miami to take on a new position in a bank, I just figured I'd let her be.

I haven't dated or even slept with anyone in two years. I don't want Anna to be in the uncomfortable position of having some other woman around while I'm still married to her mother. It will derail the trust she has in me, so I put all thoughts of women out of my mind and just focus on Annabelle.

Is that why, now, I am watching the two girls in my pool with the most inappropriate boner ever?

God, everything I've sacrificed has been for that girl. And I will do it all again, in a heartbeat.

She drives me crazy so much of the time. But what will my life be without her sense of humor and the energy she brings to the house?

I keep watching them. It is as if the growing ache in my cock is freezing me in place. I don't want to feel what I am feeling - but honestly, it has been a while since I have even jacked off. That, combined with the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing without being seen, is keeping me rooted to the spot.

It is, literally, the worst thought ever. But I can't help but think...

... What harm is there, if no one knows but me?

I unzip my jeans with a combination of anticipation and shame and palm my cock.

No one would ever know.

No one would ever have to know.

Annabelle is singing something exuberantly, I can hear her muted voice through the windowpane, and she's jumping up and down as she sings.

Her incredible, perfect, succulent tits are bouncing up and down with her.

I tighten my palm around my cock, feeling a shiver of pleasure engulf me. I'm really hard - hard as a rock and ready. It's not right, but... I need to cum.

How long has it been since I've even seen titties bouncing up and down, like the way a woman's body looks when you have her stretched out on her back, fucking her, the movement making her tits sway? God, I need to fuck somebody.

I need to fuck my stepdaughter.

I make a fist around my hard cock and bring my hand down tight to my balls. I just stare through the window, watching, giving in to the sickest possible fucking fantasy as I start stroking my shaft.

I wish Anna bikini top would just fall off, so I can see her beautiful breasts... see her nipples...

Chloe gets out of the pool and lunges towards Anna, who laughs. It looks like Chloe is threatening to tackle her if she doesn't stop singing, and Anna locks one smooth, muscular thigh as she braces herself against Chloe's approach.

The two of them, with that perfect, golden skin. Their soft round asses...

I start stroking myself even harder, faster, feeling my breath coming quicker.

Chloe throws her arms around Anna in an aggressive embrace, and Anna twists to take the force of it, turning her back to me and bending forward slightly. The thin strip of her bikini bottoms shows, where it just barely covers her between the legs.

A flush of heat passes through me at the thought of her pussy, and I feel my cock swell agonizingly against my hand. I run my fingers lightly over the head, imagining what it would feel like to press the head of my cock between those beautiful, perfect legs, and then I work my shaft, harder and faster, grunting softly as I thrust my hips, and feeling the orgasm build inside of me.

I'm staring, mouth open, at my stepdaughter in her bikini while imagining my cock inside of her and I start cumming, hard. "Shit."

Jizz shoots out of my dick against the wall in front of me, while I continue stroking - softer now, using my own cum to lubricate my hand and shuddering as the powerful sensations break over me. "Oh...fuck."

Holy fuck.

When the tremours stop, I stay there, against the wall, sated.

What did I just do?

It was so fucked up. And it was also the hottest fucking jerk-off moment of my life.

I take a deep breath, stroking my cock slower and slower as my heart rate decreases and my breathing returns to normal.

Fuck. I can't believe I did that.

It's not right.

It's not right, but it feels so fucking amazing.

I wipe my cum off the wall, impressed that I had shot so far.

Again, I thought to myself, fuck.

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Kiara Sterling arrives about an hour later to pick up her sister. I'm drinking a beer in the kitchen, trying to fight off the overwhelming sense of shame that is stuck in my guts about my behavior in the bathroom, when she walks right into the house.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" she drawls, walking into the kitchen and then gasps in surprise when she sees me sitting at the table. "Oh, you're home!" a manicured hand flutters to her bronzed cleavage. "Sorry, I should've knocked. For some reason I thought you were out."

"No worries, Kiara. You're welcome," I say calmly. It's not like I'm not used to people running in and out of our house. Annabelle is always having so many friends over, so I have long since given up feeling any ownership of the space. "Girls are in Anna's room, I think."

"Oh," she breathes. Her heavily made-up eyes flutters to my beer.

"Wanna beer?" I ask her.

"Sure... that would be nice."

"Grab one from the fridge."

She's not a bad-looking woman, Kiara. She wears her hair long, bleached to a light blonde, and a lot of makeup. She works hard on her body, and makes sure she showed it off, in sexy little outfits designed to catch the eye. It's a bit much for my taste, but at least she is older than Anna and Chloe by ten solid years.

She sits down at the table with me, looking at me eagerly, the way she always does. It's not much of a secret that she is interested in me, and I've never tried to encourage her.

But today I smile back at her warmly. Maybe she isn't someone I can see myself with long term, but, on the other hand, maybe it's time I start thinking about fucking somebody.

Somebody way mature than my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter.

"Hope the girls haven't been giving you so much trouble?" she asks, sipping her beer.

"Oh no but you know how they are. Lots of screaming and laughing... It's chill. I don't feel disturbed as long as they're having fun."

She smiles. "How about you? You ever have a good time, Josh? It seems like you're always happy to play babysitter. Do you ever get out?"

Wow. She's going for it already. Smart.

"Oh, I go out sometimes," I answers vaguely. "Why? You wanna take me out sometime?"

She laughs nervously. "Yeah, I'd do that. Probably do you some good to have fun for once."

I breathe a laugh, nodding. "Sure. We should do that sometime." I take a sip of my beer.

Chloe happens to walk in at that moment. "Hey, big sis!" She walks right over to my fridge, and helps herself to a Coke. Anna's friends always felt right at home here.

"Hey, dear," said Kiara. "I'm just having a beer with Anna's dad and then we'll get going, okay?"

"Sure thing," Chloe skipped off.

"They're a handful, aren't they?" Kiara asked.

"Yeah. Yeah they are."