Alex had pitched the trip as a chance to unwind, just the two of them after her mom bailed on family vacations yet again. His stepdaughter, Emily—barely legal at eighteen, with her lithe frame, soft curves, and wide innocent eyes—had jumped at the idea of escaping college stress for a secluded cabin in the woods. But Alex's mind churned with darker plans. Booking a single room with one king bed? A 'mix-up' at the resort, he'd claim. Perfect cover to get close, to start chipping away at her boundaries.
Night one hit like a soft invasion. The cabin's fireplace crackled, casting flickering shadows as they settled in after a day of hiking. Emily, fresh from the shower, slipped into her thin tank top and shorts, oblivious to how the fabric clung to her damp skin, outlining her perky tits and the gentle swell of her ass. Alex stripped to his boxers, his broad chest and muscled arms on display—years of manual labor making him a wall of a man next to her slight build.
'It's chilly in here,' he said, voice low and reassuring as he slid under the covers. She hesitated, then joined him, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pulled her back against his chest in a 'protective' cuddle, one arm draping over her waist. His hand rested innocently at first, thumb brushing her hip. But as her breathing evened out, he let it wander—fingers tracing the hem of her shorts, feeling the warmth radiating from her body. His cock stirred, thickening against the fabric of his boxers, pressing lightly into the cleft of her ass. Emily shifted in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping, but didn't pull away. Alex inhaled her scent—clean soap mixed with youthful sweetness—and ground subtly, savoring the friction. By morning, he'd leaked a spot of pre-cum onto her shorts, but she stirred none the wiser, mumbling about the cozy night.
Day two dawned with forced normalcy. They hiked trails, shared laughs over picnic lunches, but Alex's touches lingered—a hand on her lower back guiding her over roots, fingers grazing her thigh when helping her across a stream. Emily blushed but brushed it off, chalking it up to fatherly affection. Back at the cabin, tension simmered. Dinner by the fire turned intimate; he poured wine she wasn't used to, watching her cheeks flush as she sipped. 'You're growing up so fast,' he murmured, eyes dipping to the neckline of her top where her nipples pebbled against the chill.
Bedtime came heavier. Emily climbed in first, tense but silent. Alex joined, pulling her into the cuddle again—this time spooning tighter, his erection blatant now, a hard ridge nestling between her cheeks. 'Relax, kiddo. It's just us.' His hand slid under her tank, cupping her bare breast, thumb circling the stiff peak. She froze, a gasp catching in her throat. 'Dad—Alex, what are you—'
He shushed her, breath hot on her neck. 'Shh, feels good, doesn't it? You've been tense all trip. Let me help.' His other hand dipped into her shorts, fingers finding her smooth mound, parting her folds to discover the surprising slickness there. Emily squirmed, but his grip held firm, a thick finger circling her clit with practiced strokes. 'See? Your body's honest. Wet little pussy already.' She whimpered, torn between confusion and the sparks igniting low in her belly. He rubbed slower, building the ache, his cock throbbing against her as she unconsciously rocked back.
By midnight, realization crashed over her like cold water. This wasn't cuddling—it was groping, claiming. As his finger breached her entrance, pumping gently into her tightening heat, Emily twisted away. 'Stop! This is wrong—we can't. You're my stepdad!' Panic laced her voice, hands pushing at his chest as she scrambled toward the bed's edge.
But Alex's restraint snapped. Two days of teasing proximity, her soft body molded to his every night—it fueled a possessive fire he couldn't douse. He lunged, pinning her wrists above her head with one massive hand, his weight caging her beneath him. 'Oh, we're doing this, Emily. You think you can tease me with that tight ass grinding back all weekend and just walk away? You're mine now.' His free hand yanked her shorts down, exposing her glistening slit, pink and swollen from his earlier touches.
She thrashed, legs kicking, but he wedged his knees between hers, forcing them wide. 'No—please, Alex, don't!' Tears welled in her eyes, but her pussy betrayed her, clenching emptily as cool air hit her core. He shoved his boxers down, his thick cock springing free—veins bulging, head angry-red and slick with pre-cum. It bobbed heavy between them, easily dwarfing her untouched folds.
'Look at this cock, baby girl. It's been hard for you since we got here. Gonna stretch that virgin cunt and make it fit.' He rubbed the tip along her seam, coating himself in her juices, the blunt pressure nudging her clit until she arched involuntarily. Emily sobbed, shaking her head, but he didn't relent—thrusting forward in one controlled shove, the fat head popping past her resistance. She cried out, walls fluttering in protest around the invasion, so tight it nearly undid him.
Alex groaned, inching deeper, the slick drag of her pussy gripping every ridge of his shaft. 'Fuck, so goddamn tight—squeezing Daddy's dick like a good girl.' He pulled back slightly, then snapped his hips, burying half his length in a wet slap. Emily's resistance cracked under the fullness, a mix of pain and forbidden pleasure ripping a moan from her. He built the rhythm methodically: short pumps at first, letting her adjust, then longer strokes that bottomed out, his balls tapping her ass with each hilt-deep plunge.
The bed creaked under their frenzy, her tits bouncing with every thrust as he released her wrists to grip her hips, angling her for deeper access. 'Feel that? My cock owning your slutty hole. You were made for this—pushing back like you want it.' Dirty words poured from him, fueling his drive, while Emily's protests melted into gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her body betrayed her fully now, hips bucking up to meet him, pussy gushing around his pistoning shaft.
Intensity peaked as he pounded harder, the precise slide of his cock—thick girth splitting her open, veins scraping her sensitive walls—driving her toward the edge. 'Gonna cum in you, Emily. Fill this tight pussy with my seed, breed you like the little stepslut you are.' She shattered first, back arching as her orgasm ripped through, cunt spasming wildly, milking him in rhythmic pulses. The sight—her face twisted in ecstasy, juices squirting around his base—pushed him over.
With a primal grunt, Alex slammed deep, cock swelling as he unloaded. Hot ropes of cum blasted against her cervix, flooding her depths in thick, endless spurts. He ground through it, prolonging the creampie, feeling her walls flutter and suck every drop deeper, overflow trickling out in creamy trails down her thighs. The warmth spread inside her, marking her irrevocably as his.
He collapsed over her, still buried, cock twitching with aftershocks. Emily lay panting, tears drying on her cheeks, body limp in surrender. 'That's my girl,' he murmured, kissing her forehead. 'Trip's just getting started.' The weekend stretched ahead, full of more 'relaxation'—and his unyielding claim