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The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the small suburban neighborhood. It was Father’s Day, and the Johnson family was gathered in the backyard for a barbecue. The air was filled with the sizzling sounds of burgers on the grill and the laughter of children playing nearby.

Among the guests was the family’s attractive stepdaughter, India. At 19, she was a college student home for the summer, much to the delight of her stepfather, Steve. Steve was a 45-year-old lawyer, tall, handsome, and in great shape for his age. He had a thing for his young stepdaughter’s juicy curves and toned legs, often sneaking glances at her tight clothes.

India was a knockout, with long brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a body that made heads turn. Her ample breast strained against her thin white tank top, and her tantalizing cleavage caught Steve’s eye every chance it got. She wore a short denim skirt that hugged her heart-shaped ass, perfectly accentuating the luscious globes.

As the party went on, India’s body language changed. She became bolder, flipping her hair over her shoulder, bending over to pick up empty bottles, and often “accidentally” bumping into Steve. She could feel his eyes undressing her, and it made her wet.

Steve’s wife, Sarah, was clueless to their flirtatious behavior. She busied herself with grilling duties, oblivious to the sexual tension building between her husband and daughter. India made her move near the end of the barbecue, when most of the guests had left.

“Daddy, can I talk to you in the house?” India purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

Steve nervously followed his stepdaughter inside, his mind racing with possibilities. “What is it, sweetie?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“I had a special Father’s Day gift in mind for you,” India said with a mischievous grin. She grabbed a fistful of her top and slowly pulled it up, exposing her large, perky breasts. Her rose-colored nipples were erect, begging to be touched.

“Oh my God, India. What are you doing?” Steve gasped, both shocked and insanely aroused.

“I know you’ve been looking at me all night. I’ve seen you staring at my tits and ass. Well, now you can enjoy them,” she said, grabbing his hands and placing them on her breasts. She let out a soft moan as his strong hands squeezed the soft flesh.

Steve couldn’t resist. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. India threw her head back in ecstasy, pushing her chest further into his face.

“Fuck, Daddy. That feels so good,” she purred. “But there’s so much more I want to give you…”

She pulled away and turned around, bending over to present her ass. She hiked her skirt up, revealing a pair of black lace panties that bunched between her cheeks. Steve let out a groan at the sight, his cock hardening painfully in his shorts.

“Play with my pussy, Daddy,” India demanded, looking back at him with lust-filled eyes. “I’m so wet for you.”

Steve needed no more urging. He reached out and pulled the flimsy fabric to the side, exposing her glistening folds. He rubbed his fingertips over her lips, coating them in her juices before pushing two inside her tight hole.

“Oh fuck, yes!” India cried out, pushing her hips back to meet his hand. “I’ve been dreaming about this. About your big, strong hands touching me.”

She continued grinding on his fingers, her pussy clenching around the digits. Steve added a third finger, thrusting faster and deeper into her soaked heat. India’s moans grew louder and more desperate.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you’re so tight,” Steve groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants. He curled his fingers inside her, searching for her g-spot as he rubbed tight circles on her clit with his thumb.

“Oh shit, just like that,” India panted, feeling her climax building. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She came undone, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. He freed his massive cock from his shorts, stroking it rapidly as he watched his stepdaughter come down from her high.

“Come on me, Daddy,” India begged, dropping to her knees and pushing her tits together. “Mark me with your cum. I want to feel your hot seed all over me.”

With a animalistic growl, Steve aimed his cock at her face. He stroked faster, harder, until finally, thick ropes of cum shot from his tip coating India’s face and tits. She moaned at the sensation, loving the vulgar display.

When he was spent, Steve collapsed onto the couch, panting heavily. India crawled up his body, licking the last drops of cum from the head of his cock. She straddled his hips, nestling his softening member between her slick folds.

“We’re not done yet, Daddy,” she whispered with a wicked grin. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my virginity and teach me everything you know.”

Steve’s eyes shot open in surprise. But as India grinded against him, his cock began to harden again. He grabbed her hips, positioning her over his erection.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

And with one swift motion, he thrusted up into her tight heat, taking her virginity and claiming her as his. They spent the rest of the night fucking in every room of the house, their pleasure-filled moans echoing through the halls.

Sarah never would have suspect that their Father’s Day celebration had turned into an incestuous orgy of epic proportions. But that’s exactly what the Johnsons were hiding behind those closed doors.

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