Stepdad's Safe Sex Lesson

You catch your stepdaughter coming in late again, condoms forgotten in her purse like receipts. You corner her in the kitchen, ready to give the “talk.” She rolls her eyes, but you keep pushing. She turns it back around fast: wants you to prove what safe really looks like, wants a live demo from the man giving the lecture. Fuck it—you don’t pull out now. She’s already on the counter, legs spread, dress hiked, fingers sliding wet between her folds while she watches you. Your cock jerks hard against your zipper, no hiding it, tenting fat and obvious. She licks two fingers, drags them slow down her slit, opening herself wider so you can see the tight pink squeeze. Smells sweet, makes your balls ache. You tell her how she oughta circle that clit, light then firmer, exactly how soaked she needs to get before anything else touches it. She listens, breathing rough, pumping two fingers in, sloppy, out again for a slow smear over her swollen nub. Your hand’s on your bulge before you can stop it, palm grinding down that steel-hard outline. Cockhead leaks, sticky spot blooming. She smirks. You match it: heel of your hand dragging harder, shaft twitching every time she curls inside herself, little whimpers coming out every time she drags a fingertip back up, shiny strings clinging from her pussy to her fingers when she stretches them away to show you. Tension zaps between you—hot, daring. You press harder, muffled wet grunt stuck in your throat while she rolls her hips, chasing her hand. Next thing, you’re about to unzip and keep “showing” exactly how thick she has to take it before any of the dick goes near a cunt without rubber—telling yourself it's just safety, watching that girl stare at your stick like it’s about to slap her lesson across those pretty lips.