It's fine, he's not MY step-dad!

July 13

This is a work of fiction - it's something that sprang to mind yesterday, and is very, VERY loosely based on a fleeting thought I had :3c

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We'd arranged for an absolutely massive family barbecue, my partner and I. That was, our parents, siblings and their ***, aunts and uncles that wanted to come along. Huge. We had no idea how we were going to fit everyone into our house, but that was a problem for another time. We had a lot of food to buy and prepare, a house to clean, gazebos and seating to set up; the whole nine yards. It was bedlam. So much so that the day of said barbecue, I was extremely stressed, anxious, and agitated, and only spent a couple hours with the family before announcing I had a migraine and needed to take a nap. I left them to it; playing music in the garden, jumping in and out of the paddling pool, playing games, keeping each other entertained.

I padded my way upstairs, slipped out of my itchy day clothes, and pulled on my comfiest pyjamas, climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep. When I awoke, a couple hours had passed, and I could still hear the merriment and fun coming from the back garden. The music was in full swing, and everyone sounded like they were having a great time. I silently made my way downstairs, not ready to be disturbed yet, and snuck into the kitchen.

The kitchen had been deemed an enter-only-if-needed sort of zone, so the only people who had been in and out of there had been my partner and myself, so I was a little surprised to find my partner's step-dad (we'll call him Tony), with his head in the cupboard under the sink. He had his toolbag on the floor beside him, and he was using some kind of metal tool in the cupboard, grunting and straining away. I remembered, then, that our tap had been a little bit of a bother for a couple weeks, and while we were waiting for a plumber to come out and fix it, Tony had obviously decided the barbecue was a great excuse to have a go himself. I watched him for a few moments, wondering if I should maybe leave, when he pulled out of the cupboard, spotting me over his shoulder.

"Oh, hello...Jay..." He did a bit of a double take, seeing me there in my far too short for talking to your step-dad-in-law-while-wearing pyjamas, and I felt my cheeks flush.
"Hey, Tony...sorry..." I tugged my top down a little, suddenly finding myself feeling a little self conscious. Don't get me wrong, I'd always been fine wearing whatever I wanted around Tony, having known him for so long, but this was the first time we'd ever been alone together, with me wearing so little, and, well, I'd always had a bit of a thing for him. He wasn't conventionally attractive to some, with his pot belly, balding head, gruff voice and his oh-so-tantalisingly thick fingers, but there was something about him that made me wish we could have...well, a moment such as this one. There had been a few instances over the years where we had flirted a little, innocently, when our respective partners hadn't been in the room, but there was no harm in that. Right?
"Oh, no, don't apologise. I remember Levi mentioning something about your sink and I wanted to have a go at fixing it."
"That's very nice of you." I smiled. 'You're always so good with your hands,' I thought.
He was obviously trying very hard not to look at me for too long, but I guess he couldn't help himself. I was wearing the shortest pair of purple pyjama shorts I owned, and a crop vest (which rode up and exposed everything if I raised my arms too high). It was too hot for regular pyjamas!
"So...yeah. That's why I'm in here..."
His eyes lingered on me for another couple seconds before he started rifling through his toolbag. I bit my bottom lip, looking round the door to the back. The backdoor was closed, music bumping loud, and I could hear the kids and adults talking and playing beyond it. Maybe an innocent bit of flirting wouldn't go amiss? Just for a bit of fun. I guess I got off on the fact that I knew he was in a sexless marriage, and he would have to jerk off whenever he got home if I worked him up enough. He would have to jerk off thinking about me. He'd have to lock himself in the bathroom, standing naked under the shower, jerking off with his nice, fat fingers, picturing me doing it for him, fantasising about cumming on me, or in me. I felt my tdick throb.
"You're fine, honestly." I waved a hand at him and stepped into the room, making my way over to the fridge. I opened it and grabbed a bottle of water, then closed the fridge and leaned against the countertop, unscrewing the water. Tony's eyes were on me the whole time. I took a sip of water, then another, then "accidentally" tipped some water onto my chest. The coldness hitting my nipple made it perk up instantly. Tony's eyes widened.
"So um...I've had a look under there and I think it might be a washer issue...it um...looks a little rusted."
"Oh, right..." I muttered, trying to sound uninterested (which I was, but I wanted it to be in a flirty kind of way), and rubbed at the water on my vest, toying with my nipple. It made the other perk up, so they were both rock hard, poking against the fabric.
"B-but I don't have that particular...um...type of washer in my toolbag so I um...I can't, er..."
I was basically rubbing my nipples at that point, having set the water down on the counter, under the guise of trying to dry my vest. "Gosh, I'm such a clutz..." I let out a sigh, then leaned forwards, reaching for a teatowel that was on the other counter. Our kitchen wasn't particularly big, and it was quite narrow, so Tony and I were very close. From his position on he floor, he would have been able to see right up my vest, if only for the briefest of moments. When I pulled back again, I dabbed at myself with the towel.
"...you'll have to wait for the plumber after all..." Tony, half looking at what he was doing, put his tools away, closed the bag, and stood up. I made eye contact with him, a whole foot higher than me, and smiled.
"It's very nice of you to take a look anyway, Tony. I really appreciate it." Still smiling, I gave his forearm a squeeze. "Oh! Let me get you some water!"
I turned, and with how narrow that part of the kitchen was, I was more or less pressed right up against him, my ass to his groin. I leaned forwards ever so slightly to open the fridge, but he grabbed my hips to stop me.
"You...you do this all the time, Jay. It has to stop."
"Do what?" I asked, nonchalantly, moving my ass just a little from side to side against his jeans. He gripped my hips again.
"This. Something...something flirty, something...sexy...I...I can't...you have to stop."
"...do you really want me to stop?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.
He looked at me, studying my face, his hands still on my hips. After a few moments, he spoke.
"No." His voice was soft, but sure. I dropped my gaze to his lips, then back up again.
"What do you really want?" I asked again, doing to same movement with my hips. Again, a few moments passed, and I saw the resolve in his eyes.
"This." He muttered, then pulled me into a kiss. My ass still pressed against his groin, he kissed me hungrily, and I returned the gesture in kind. Our tongues clashed as the kiss deepened; ***, passionate, desperate. His hands were all over my body; my thighs, stomach, chest, pawing at my vest. His fingers sliding under the waistband of my shorts, finding nothing else to bar his way, between my legs, finding my tdick hard, my boypussy slick and wet. I moaned loudly, breaking the kiss, pressing my backside into his groin more as his fingers started expertly working on me, like a man who knew exactly what to do, but had been denied countless times. Someone who knew what he wanted, and how to get it. Circling my dick, teasing my hole, making me moan and whimper.
When he slid his middle finger inside me, I had to grip his forearm, needing the purchase of something to hold tightly on to. I had been correct about his fingers, especially when his fourth finger joined in; thick enough to stretch me out like a cock would. He knew just how to curl them, just where to press, and within minutes I was a pathetic, wet, whimpering mess, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me as I gasped and moaned against him, thighs slick with my own juices. I could feel his cock, hard as stone, grinding against my ass.
"Oh, fuuuck, Tony!" I cried softly, turning my head to look at him again. He had a look of determination on his face, watching my chest jiggle as he worked, eyeing up my nipples. "You're gonna make me cum so fucking hard!"
He chuckled in my ear, gruff and inviting. "Good."
I gasped, stating to let out a moan that would easily have been heard by people closest to the house, but Tony covered my mouth, dampening the noise. I came, hard on his fingers, soaking them, my cum dripping down to his palm. "Yeeeees!" He encouraged gently in my ear. "Yes, you naughty slut."
I kept moaning as my orgasm passed, legs shaking. He brought his fingers up to my mouth and watched as I sucked and licked his fingers clean. He swore under his breath, chancing a look out the window. I took the opportunity while he was slightly distracted (legs trembling, head swimming in post orgasm bliss), to wriggle free from his grip, turn myself, and begin to sink down on my knees in front of Tony, but he caught me before I did so.
"No, wait. It's been...it's been so long...I won't last..."
"That's fine by me!" I replied eagerly, cunt throbbing at the prospect of feeling him shoot his load down my throat.
"No! No, please..." He pulled me to me feet again, pulling me close. "Can I fuck you?"
I let out another wanton moan, pulling him into a deep kiss as I moved back against the counter. "Yes!" I whined.
He glanced out the window again, then pulled me down to the floor. We jostled over positions for a few moments before I pinned him down on the floor, straddling over him.
I let out a giggle, wriggling out of my shorts. "You wanna fuck me, huh?"
"Oh my god, yes."
"You wanna feel my hot, tight, wet, boypussy?"
"Ohhhh..." He moaned. I reached between us and started unfastening his jeans (which, at this point, were considerably tighter than they had been), and finally managed to free his cock, which sprang up, hitting me in the ass.
"Me, oh my! Someone is eager to go!"
"You have no fucking idea..."
Giggling again I spat on my hand and stroked his cock, marvelling at just how hard it was. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt a cock so hard. And it was bigger than I'd ever expected. Not long, maybe just over average, but thick. Thicker than his two fingers.
"Oh shit..." I gasped, looking down between us. "...how do you hide that thing? Holy shit..."
He groaned reply as I slowly stroked his cock, gathering his pre-cum and sliding it over the length, teasing the head. His hips bucked and he groaned again. "Ah, fuck..."
I took that as my cue, holding his cock in place as I lowered my hole over it. It was a good thing I was so wet, that I came so hard, cause it never would have fit otherwise. From the second the head of his cock was inside me, I could feel him stretching me, and it felt so fucking good my cunt started dripping again. About halfway down I was able to let go, bracing myself with my hands on the floor, and started rocking my hips, slowly taking more and more of his girth. My boypussy was throbbing, tdick twitching, until finally, with a stifled moan, his entire cock settled inside of me.
We were both breathing heavy, his balls tight, and I knew he was minutes away from cumming.
"You're so fucking wet...Jesus..."
"You feel so good stretching me out, oh my god..."
I grinded my hips against him a few times, then just went for it; raising my hips, his cock slipping out of me almost all the way before I took him back inside again, all the way to the hilt. We both moaned, my having to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. It didn't take long, not long at all, before I'd built up a good amount of cream, his cock coated, drips rolling down his balls. I was panting, moaning as quietly as I could. His hands were on my ass, kneading and spreading my cheeks, helping me bounce on his fat cock.
"Aw, fuck, I'm...I'm gonna cum...shit..."
I leaned over him, pressing my chest against him. "Cum inside me, daddy..." I whispered.
He gripped my hips and thrusted hard and fast up into me, three, four, five times, then let out a stifled groan. I could feel his cock twitching hard, shooting a huge load deep in my cunt. I felt myself clenching hard around his cock as I came, milking him, draining every last drop out of his poor, neglected balls. I buried my face in his shoulder, blocking out the sound of my moans, both of us trembling and twitching as our orgasms passed. A few times before we both finished, his hips bucked and a soft moan would escape my mouth. The feeling of him inside me...I didn't want it to end. I'd never felt wonderfully full, especially full of his seed.
I nibbled on his earlobe, then pushed myself up and...-

I woke up in bed. I was drenched in sweat, panting slightly, with an unmistakable wetness between my legs. My tdick was hard and throbbing, and just over the sounds of the party going on in the garden, I could hear the sounds of metal tools working in the kitchen. Maybe I would see if dreams really could come true.