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Family Competition (Tidal Station & desertpaladin)

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Beth was rarely home all day. If she was, than it was easy to tell - she was upset. Her days were busy, and her sleep schedule was wild. This had only become more true after her recent graduation.

There was a baseball field on the other side of town that closely resembled a farmer's backyard. Two broken tractors were visible from the field. The grass was overgrown, and most of what the kids played on was dirt. Beth's group of friends did appreciate the game. But, they spent most of their time smoking weed and talking shit about one another to pass the time. Six girls frequented the circle of friends, so men jostled through the group in packs. Beth hid in the shadows, always in control, yet never in command.


Half of the time she would drive her brown honda to the field. half of the time she would ride her bike. It was unnaturally warm that July, there were still shells of fireworks on the ground - The third Thursday of the month, the Nineteenth. Beth was a pile of sweat as her bike tires rolled into the driveway. The garage doors were both closed. But it was well passed five o'clock. All of the signs at the front of the house told her that her beloved step-father was home, but her mother had yet to return from work. Her tiny two door piece of shit was parked on the street. She tapped the front bumper with her tennis shoe as she coasted off of the road. Her socks, shoes, pants, and shirt were covered in dirt, and there was more on her arms that had turned into mud on the ride home. Beth liked to play ball with the boys. She was the only girl in the group that could hit the ball passed the bases. She liked to run. She liked to slide.

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Beth put her bike to the side of the house and came in through the side garage door. Her mother insisted on keeping the floor clean inside. The first thing to go were her shoes. Sure enough, her step-fathers car was still clicking, warm from the drive home. Touring the garage with the side door open, the young girl found a bag and a towel in a small cabinet, and a bottle of water from a fridge by the door. Beth stopped by the door. Her pants wiggled down her hips, snagging her black cotton panties for a moment, they dragged down her hip. She used her towel to wipe the sweat and dirt from her arms as she kicked her jeans to the floor by the door to the inside of the house. She slipped her shirt off, and tossed it into the bag she had grabbed, her jeans followed, and her shoes. She started to work on her hair as she reached for the door nob. Her knee high black socks had slipped her mind, a cloud of dirt drifted off of them with every step. The moment she moved the towel away from her closed eyes she realized that her step father was standing directly in front of her.

She had not been wearing a bra. She had never really needed one. Her panties were still shocked to her hips.
 
Stewart, the new man in Beth's life... well more correctly her mother's life, stood before her. He was a handsome man, just a couple years older than her mother but damn did he still look like he could be close to her age. A full head of soft brown hair, hazel eyes that showed knowledge that someone who was his age would have behind a pair of brown rimmed glasses. His attire was almost like hers in many ways, after having finished with work he was dressed down from the usual suit he wore though it was true that she was more... casually dressed than he was. His suit jacket was hanging up by the door to the garage so he would remember it on the way out, his tie long since gone somewhere. His work shirt was unbuttoned a little bit showing off the very well built torso underneath and the manly hairy chest that was just between too much and too little. Just enough to show he was a true man without being a sasquatch. Work slacks slightly drooped around his waistline as he had ditched the belt and his feet bare as he had kicked off the slightly uncomfortable dress shoes he had to wear for his job.

Now Stewart had been married to her mother for some years now, sure, but this would easily be the third time this week that she had rounded a corner and been topless when her stepdad was there. Though this was actually the first time this actually seemed to be an accident in his eyes. It was strange, the girl had been coming onto him for as long as he could remember. At first it almost seemed childish, like she just found his muscles hot and kinda flirted a bit but now... she flashed him, almost said aloud she wanted to suck his cock, she had been doing so much so say she wanted him to fuck her like the whore she was trying to be and let's just say he was not against it.

He of course, stared at the girl. Her chest small sure but it was still young and perky. Her body slender and inviting because of the two major temptations. Younger woman and of course the taboo of it all. Hell it was enough to make this the first time he actually openly stared at her exposed skin as he said "Beth... what are you doing home half naked? Please don't tell me you were outside like that" he tried to make it sound like something a dad would say, though his mind was screaming 'FUCK HER YOU FOOL! TWO FOR ONE!' he gulped a bit, a bulge in his pants announcing itself and really making her see he was turned on. It also showed that this time, she would be able to get this man to fuck her, just like she had always wanted.
 
Beth had been an instinctive girl for most of her life. She covered her chest as quickly as it could, but the vibe was subtle, allowing, intensive, inviting. The towel drifted passed her chest and down to her side. "No," Her weight shifted, and her whole body jiggled to one side, motioning behind her with her thumb. "I got dirty at the baseball field again."

She was taking in the sights and sounds. She could feel his eyes. She see his eyes. She was starting to feel herself get wound up. The weight of his cock went unnoticed, but something about his demeanor had changed. His fatherly tone was missing. She was a little bit stoned, but nothing about this seemed imaginary. "Mom told me to come in naked next time or mop the floors. I knew she was just trying to get me to clean up after myself, but I took the easy way out."

Now. It would have been that moment. She would have rolled her hips, jogged through the hallway, passed the mountain of muscles that was her step-father, Stewart, and away. But Beth kept turning, as if she wanted to look in the direction that she was pointing.

Her bag and the towel fell to the floor. She put both of her hands against the door and poked her buttocks at her step-father. In a half-innocent tone she spoke out, "I slid a couple times, my butt hurts, it's not bruised or scraped is it, maybe road rash from my jeans?" She wasn't looking at him, only smiling to herself with her head in-between her arms. She wanted him to slam into her, grab her from behind and bend her over. She couldn't have made it more obvious. "Some of the weirdest pain I've ever felt, it hurt way too much for there to be no damage."

There was no damage, her ass cheeks were red, blushing, and shaped perfectly, framed by low black panties already one quarter of the way off. She wiggled her knees, and the framework just danced for him. "am I ok?"
 
Stewart could no longer hold back. He knew it was wrong but he knew that she would not stop. She would continue to tease him until he broke down and right now he needed it. He had a long, hard day at work and nothing would make him happier than to have a woman screaming his name at the end of his cock. He moved closer to her, his hands grabbing her panties and pulling them down so that as he let go it fell down to her ankles as he said "Here, let me check..."

His strong hands ran over her nice tight ass. Grinning as he squeezed the soft flesh and even gave her a small spank that was so light it was barely even a spank. His eyes on her he moved closer, his crotch grinding against her and she could feel his hard cock bulging out his pants, practically begging to plow her right now as he leaned down "You look fine to me... more than fine" his hands began to move up her sides now, his body dry humping her even as his hands reached her small chest and began to grope her breasts. He leaned down to kiss and nip at her neck as he said "Though... I think you should stay like this... I mean some of those marks... just... show up" he said moving a hand back spanking her ass a bit harder with each break in that sentence as he smiled at her.

Though she could not see she could hear his zipper coming down, hear as he was letting his pants and boxers drop to the floor before his cock rested between her ass cheeks. Boy was he huge! Easily a foot long, it was no wonder he had her mother screaming for god every night as he grinded against her smiling "Beg for it honey... beg for my big, fat cock"
 
Her voice box rattled the moment he touched her. Her throat squeeked, she breathed inward sharply. Her head shot up, but she closed her eyes, as if she might have been enjoying the attention. The cotton around her ankles slowly dripped off of her toes as she lifted her knees and cast them aside.

'Oh my god.' Her mind lit up with positive emotions. Beth's heart started to flutter. The back of her thighs were aching. So, she leaned forward to stretch them and release the tension. She hadn't expected him to move so directly. She was nervous. Her entire body flushed. There was a heat in the pit of her stomach that was all too familiar.

She had expected him to snap, but she had expected him to get angry, to tell her to behave, and ground her for making non-christian suggestions to her father figure. But, clearly, there was much more at play than she had imagined. Until that moment, she had felt like a jealous little girl. She was starting to feel like a woman. This man was a fantasy for years, he was not a reality. Now, it was happening. Her mouth was starting to salivate.

His gentle touch was unexpected. He seemed so jagged and vulgar. Goosebumps followed his fingers. She glanced back at him in order to see the look in his eyes as he spoke, he used the word fine in a way she had only heard through the walls. She could see his lust now, she could hear it. As he covered her, she closed her eyes again and moaned into her shoulder. Grinding against her naked cunt, pulling at her chest. The kisses, the hard spankings. Beth was starting to feel dirty, it made her legs part, and it forced her pussy lips to poke out from between her thighs.

"Beg for it honey... beg for my big, fat cock"

She moaned loudly as she pushed her hips toward the door, and away from him completely. She spun her shoulders and landed against the doorknob, "That doesn't sound like any fun." Her voice was slow. She wasn't thinking at all. Her pose was visceral, her hips were poking forward, her legs were crossed, dressed only in black socks, she kept her hands behind her back. A mischievous smile had been painted thick onto her face. However, it disappeared and turned into a far off glare, an angry confusion, painful power. Her eyebrows turned flat.

It was a short moment.

Her naked body lunged toward her step-father and she landed against his chest and his lips. Her feet tangled with his, and her arms wrapped around his waist. She had to stand on her toes to reach him, and still she had to pull him downward. Her breathe stunk of cigarettes, her scent was a powerful shade of burning lavender oil. "I'm not ready yet." She whispered into his ears in-between two or three kisses. Beth took Stewart's left hand into her own and guided it to the soft section of skin between her legs.

She was slick, but she wasn't dripping. "I'm nervous," she whispered again.

Her kisses grew with passion, and her leg lifted onto his hip. She let go of his hand and replaced it with his throbbing cock. Beth gripped him tightly and stroked him with as much vigor as she could. Her youth was showing, she hadn't thought about how this might hurt the man in front of her. The skin on her belly and her thighs felt wet with sweat, but her hands were dry, she hadn't thought about this.
 
Stewart watched her, hoping for a first round before his wife got back but as she stopped he worried that he had misread some signals. Something where she was just trying to fuck with him and it had worked. But as she lunged at him and they began to kiss so passionately, strong arms holding her close only moving at her gentle touch since he knew that it would lead to something more fun. Feeling how she was moist but not dripping wet he felt a little insulted but he smiled a little bit at her telling him he was nervous. His fingers began to go to work, playing with her lips on the outside before sliding in his middle and ring finger, the ring that said he and her mom were married till death do they part inside of her now, wiggling around as he moved to find her pleasure spots and he leaned in to kiss her some more. "Just relax... and think about all the things we are going to do... or more correctly" he kissed her passionately on the lips, enough so that he smiled as he pulled back seeing her face slightly dazed as he said "After all... I know you have been wanting this..."

He was talking about the time after one of the sessions with her mother that he had walked out of the bedroom. her door had been open and he had actually seen her pressed to the wall listening in. He was smirking as he did not know if he had been seen that day but he had enjoyed the look on her face after that orgasam she had thanks to fingering herself, imagining her stepdad fucking her brains out.

He moved down her body slowly moving to his knees in front of her, his other hand moving down her body feeling the goosebumps he had left on the journey up her body before the other hand spread her pussy lips wide, revealing her clit to him as he leaned forward, his lips kissing right around her clit before his teeth gently caught the mound nipping and licking at it as he tried to get her to practically spray the floor with pussy juice. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her soon... after all neither would know just when mom would be home.
 
She could only blush for him now. She moaned in acknowledgement of his questions. She had wanted this badly, but receiving it was an entirely more complicated event than she had expected. She started to grind her hips as he worked down her body. She was trying to take his advice and think about what they were about. But, that only made her think about dry she was. Beth couldn't tell if her step-father was making her more excited to fuck, or more scared to be fucked in such a naughty way.

It was becoming easier to relax, despite the harsh reality that was unfolding before her. His fingers were strong, his tongue was focused. Beth found herself scooting backward toward a small end table near the wall. Her buttocks landed on it, only inches from where she had been standing. As Stewart starting to soften her up, she lifted herself off of the ground and set her right thigh on top of his left shoulder.

She couldn't help but feel regal. There was a rush shooting through her. Watching this grown man do his best to prepare her for his cock did a lot for the young girl's pride. She felt expensive, vintage, treasured, important, and desirable.

She had not seen him that night, when she and her mother happened to have come at the some time. Life was a blur, and although the bedroom door was open, her eyes were closed and she hadn't remembered leaving it open. It was a good thing he hadn't mentioned it out loud, she would have been embarrassed. The oral sex that Stewart was offering was starting to make Beth's throat crack and burn. It was like trying to put a fire out with gasoline and sulfur. If her body didn't make enough juice to take his cock, the saliva that he left behind would do the trick.

Her hands gripped his hair, her hips were surging backwards and forwards so that she rubbed her young bald cunt against his face softly. The heat from the center of her body was starting to coat the inside of her pussy. "Stewart, I'm ready. I'm ready to fuck, come here." She was pulling up on his neck and his hair, she pulled herself off of the table. One of her socks had slipped down passed her knee, the other was still clinging to the middle of her thigh. She tried to push her hair out of the way as she pulled him up close enough to kiss him.

Her lips were close to his again, and she could feel a heat coming off of his face. She put her left hand up to her lips and a loud squirting sound followed. Her hand drifted down her step-father's body. She wrapped her hand around his hardening cock again. This time it was hot and slick with her saliva. Beth put the tip of Stewart's cock against her clit as she stroked him up and down. She was still stalling in-between kisses, she continued to talk; "I've never had a man this big before. Not even close." Beth was staring down at Stewart's manhood. The image of it slicing her in half was starting to make the coating in her cunt slide down and drip. "Should I lay on my back? do you want me on the ground? or should I bend over again?" Her anxiety was still showing, but as young as she appeared to be, Beth was known among her friends to be particularly talented at taking a hard dick.
 
Her hesitation, the fear in her voice at the size of his cock. He had to admit seeing her like this instead of the confident little seductress she normally was able to flirt and make all kinds of sexual innuendo toward him and other men... now just this girl worried about the size of a man's penis like some little virgin. He licked his lips at the tasty treat and he leaned in "Let's go to your room, you can lay down on the bed as I show you just why your mother screams so loud for more each night" he gave her ass a small spank as he pulled her against him, actually picking her up and carrying her into her bedroom like she was his new wife, laying her down he climbed on top of her, hands grabbing the sheets beside her as his large, muscular body loomed over her, eyes on her like a predator over its prey. He leaned down and stole a kiss, moving his hips between her thighs and he smiled as he continued to kiss her, distracting her attention and trying to keep her calm.

One of his hands moved to her body, groping one of her small breasts as he smiled and whispered to her as he broke the kiss "I love you Beth" as his cock slid inside of her, pushing in deeper and deeper with each passing second as inch after inch pushed her walls open, forcing her to take every last inch of his huge cock inside of her, now pulling back, helping pull her head up as he smiled and showed off how his cock was now so deep inside of her. "Looks like you were able to take a cock this big" he said as he began to thrust in and out groaning out happily as he fucked his step-daughter.
 
The very suggestion of her bedroom made her lips pout with tension. "Holy shit!" she squirted out happily as Stewart carried her through the house. The joy in her voice was rivaled by the chuckle that followed it. There was a particular rush that made everything feel right, as if music was playing. The filthiness that had conquered earlier was starting to turn into a sequence of blurred concepts. She was far too lubed to think about how wrong this was or anything else. She had been laid out on her body, he had showered her with honest kisses. The 'L" word had escaped his lips and her knees widened in response. Her throat cracked every time she tried to breathe, as if she had asthma, as if she couldn't calm herself down.

As she took him in, she closed her eyes and rolled them into her skull. The pain was more noticeable than the pleasure. This cock had dominated her immediately. She instinctively pulled away. She let out a genuine scream. Her eyes blinked rapidly as her siren turned into a groan. Steadying her body, she forced her hips down into his and pulled her thighs toward her chest. Her hand hand gripped the nape of his neck. Her eyes were hissing, begging to close as Stewart slowly pulled out for the first time. She watched him in pain. "That fucking hurts so bad." The sentence escaped her with a laugh. "I love it. Oh my gooaww-" His thrusts started and her voice vanished into cries of pleasure and panic. Beth couldn't even cuss.

Her hand reached down, she couldn't tell him to do it, so she helped herself. her fingers slapped at the lips and clit of her cunt. She was biting her lip. She was screaming. The ripping sensation that went away when she had fucked before wasn't fading away as much as she had hoped. It truly felt like she was being damaged. But the sensations were so full and explosive, the sight and sound of his breathe, the ease and push of his hips against her buttocks. It was enough in only moments, she was almost ready to cum.

The sound of the garage door was quiet, even if distinctive. Though. Beth was in mid scream when the chains tapped against the ceiling of the garage. A loud motor pulled the maple door up slowly. The quiet roar of the engine of Kim's modern black Honda.

Beth's voice cracked and she grabbed Stewart's face with both hands. Her whisper sounded thrilled. She was smiling. Her heart was beating faster, "harder, harder." It was the only word she could manage to spit out. Beth was shouting too loud to hear the garage door in anyway. "Your fucking cock is so big." A large part of Beth wanted to be caught, but she was still squirming against his swollen member. She was squeezing him with her hands, thighs and cunt. She was kissing him in-between screams and moans.

She was coming.

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Kim had stayed later at work than she had wanted. Her hands were trembling on the steering wheel, and she couldn't tell why. Kim was a secretary for a rope comany on the other end of the county, and driving home was typically just as taxing as the actual shift. Today was no different. There was a degree of traffic which had made her even more late back home. It felt like a yawn was coming on, but her deep breathe turned into a squeak and she turned the ignition key, pulling the keys out, shrugging her shoulders, disturbed by the eerie feeling that was permeating off of the walls of the garage. She clicked the button on the dashboard and the garage motor went into reverse.

Kim was cool in her top, she had a white skirt that fell to her mid calf, but it was split up the right leg half of the way to her hip. Her coat was in the back seat and out of her mind. She was close enough to the warmth inside, she wouldn't need it. Settling down for the evening sounded simple. It sounded quiet. She wanted to eat dinner, bathe, let her hair down, and lay down. 'Maybe I can talk Stewart into a massage.' That was an exciting suggestion, it made her smile as she exited the vehicle and crossed the garage.

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That eerie sensation only grew stronger as she walked in through the door. Nothing seemed right, but it was too bizarre to be obvious right away. She froze in her place, immediately attempting to solve the mystery.
 
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