1. Hannah's Hot Tub


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Suddenly, reality burst in upon me as my wife Debbie's voice boomed from an upstairs window. Her words were still slurred from the evening's drinking but their effect was as if a bucket of ice had been thrown over me. I pulled my hand away from my stepdaughter's body as if it had been burned. Hannah squealed softly into my ear and her legs tightened together in involuntary protest as if trying to keep my fingers in place, but the erotic magic of the previous few minutes was broken. &#034Oh my God!&#034 I croaked, half paralysed by the shock of what had happened - and what might have happened. &#034Just finishing our drinks Debs!&#034 I called up unconvincingly to the face at the window. Hannah's body was still trembling, though whether this was the aftermath of her orgasm or fear of being discovered by her mother I couldn't tell. &#034Well don't be too long,&#034 Debbie called in a stage whisper, &#034it's lonely up here!&#034 The sexual innuendo was obvious. In other circumstances it would have been embarrassing both to me and to Hannah but our mutual guilt prevented any such feelings. &#034Saved by the bell!&#034 my stepdaughter whispered ambiguously in my ear. Hannah carefully, almost reluctantly removed her leg from my lap and, standing and turning slowly began to get out of the tub. I watched as she pulled her swim suit down over her partly exposed pudenda and wriggled until the elastic lay where it should have been before stepping onto the bench and out of the not ...
    water, which cascaded steamily from her lithe body. She stepped onto the cold wooden decking and pulled a bathrobe around herself. I followed a little behind her, shivering. &#034You go on up to bed!&#034 I said, unable to look her in the eye. &#034I'll clear up here.&#034 &#034I could help,&#034 she protested. &#034I'll do it on my own!&#034 I snapped then immediately regretted it. &#034Sorry Princess. I didn't mean to shout.&#034 &#034It's ok... Daddy,&#034 she replied. I was amazed. Hannah almost never called me Daddy. She crossed to the doorway and turned. I raised my head, still barely able to look at her. &#034I mean it's ALL ok, ALL of it, understand?&#034 she said, looking me straight in the eye. And with that she blew me a kiss and skipped upstairs. Drying myself as best I could with Debbie's damp cast off towel, I pulled on my own robe and gathered all the used glasses and bottles from the garden and into the kitchen. I left our three champagne glasses beside the kitchen sink and, locking the back door, joined my wife in our big double bed. Debbie was fast asl**p, as expected. I listened to her breathing as I lay awake for what seemed like hours, racked by feelings of guilt at my behaviour, shocked that Hannah had let me do it and apparently enjoyed it, terrified at what had nearly happened and what might still happen if Debbie found out. *** I didn't sl**p at all well that night, or the next few nights, plagued with feelings of guilt, bafflement at what I had done and ...
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