Khloe Kapri, my 18-year-old stepdaughter, had just returned home from college, tan and vibrant, her blonde hair cascading down her back in loose waves. She was practically glowing, like in a taboo family com, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and something else—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on—as I watched her sprawl out on the living room couch, dressed in a barely-there bikini.
“College life treating you well, sweetheart?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.
She grinned, stretching languidly. “Oh, Dad, it’s incredible. So much going on, so much to explore. I’ve met some amazing people, and the classes are actually interesting.”
I chuckled, “Well, that’s good to hear. You know, when I was your age…”
Khloe cut me off with a playful laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You walked uphill both ways to school.”
We shared a laugh, and then she stood up, her bikini top barely containing her pert breasts. “I’m going to go freshen up a bit. Mind if I use the shower?”
“Not at all,” I replied, trying to avert my eyes from her toned body. “Help yourself.”
I meant to give her some space, but as I turned to leave, I accidentally walked in on her in the perved family bedroom, trying on another bikini. She wasn’t fazed in the least; in fact, she turned to face me, her top already off, revealing her pierced nipples.
“Like what you see, Dad?” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
I felt a flood of heat rush through me. “Khloe, I… I shouldn’t be in here.”
She smirked, stepping closer. “Why not? We’re family, right? Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini before.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “This taboo family com feels different.”
She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing my chest. “Does it? Why?”
I couldn’t find the words. All I could do was stare at her, my body betraying me with a growing hardness that was impossible to hide.
Khloe noticed, her eyes darting down to the bulge in my pants. “Looks like someone’s enjoying the view,” she murmured, her voice husky.
Before I could say anything, she had her hand on my belt, unbuckling it with a skill that belied her age. “Khloe, we shouldn’t…” I started, but my protests were drowned out by the sound of my zipper being pulled down.
She looked up at me, her eyes full of challenge. “Why not, Dad? Don’t you want to see how much I’ve grown up?”
And with that, she wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly. I let out a groan, my resistance crumbling.
“Fuck, Khloe,” I murmured, my hands going to her hair, tangling in her blonde locks.
She smiled up at me, her strokes getting faster, more insistent. “You like that taboo family com move, Dad? You like your little girl’s hands on your cock?”
I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes, God, yes.”
She released me then, her hands going to her bottoms, slipping them off to reveal her smooth, shaved pussy. She crawled onto the bed, her eyes locked onto mine. “Then come and get me, Dad. Show me what you’ve got.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers, and then I was on top of her, my cock pressing against her entrance.
“You sure about this, Khloe?” I asked one last time, my voice a low growl.
She nodded, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Yes, Dad. I want this. I want you.”
I pushed inside her, feeling her tightness envelop me. She let out a soft moaning, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Oh, God, Dad, you feel so big.”
I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers. “You okay, baby girl?” I asked, my voice thick with desire.
She nodded, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, yes, just… fuck me, Dad. Fuck me hard.”
I did as she asked, my thrusts growing faster, more desperate. Our bodies slapped together, the sound of our lovemaking filling the room.
Khloe’s moans grew louder, her hands moving to my ass, urging me on. “Harder, Dad, fuck me harder.”
I complied, my body slamming against hers. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her.
“You close, Dad?” she asked, her voice breathless.
I nodded, my eyes locked onto hers. “Yes, baby girl. You close too?”
She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. “Yes, Dad. So close.”
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. She let out a scream, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her.
The sight of her coming undid me, and I let out a groan, my cock pulsing inside her as I filled her with my cum.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, Khloe looked up at me, a wicked smile on her face.
“Round two, Dad?” she asked, her hand already wrapping around my cock.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
She grinned. “Only with you, Dad. Only with you.”
