Chapter 1

“Hey, Dad,” Janey said to her stepfather as he walked in the front door from work.

“Hey, sweetie,” Mike replied as he removed his shoes and jacket. He noticed that his stepdaughter looked pensive. “Everything okay?”

“Do you know how I can earn $40 quick?”

Mike looked at his cute 15-year-old stepdaughter with her dyed pink blonde bob cut and tight half-top and jeans showing off the young woman’s body. ‘Yeah, I got something you can suck for $40,’ he thought, and then mentally kicked himself for going straight to the gutter.

If he had actually had any sex in the last couple of years his mind wouldn’t have gone there, but his wife had fought breast cancer and won, but lost her sex drive in the process. “For better, for worse ... in sickness and in health” had been the promise, and so he had remained the dutiful husband and father, even as his wife pulled away from him physically and emotionally.

“You know you can earn some money cooking dinner...” he offered. That was a standing offer, but the reply always was...

“Ugh! I HATE cooking!” Her childish tone helped Mike to shut down his inappropriate thoughts.

“Doing dishes... ?” But he knew the response to this as well...

“Ugh! I might as well kill myself!” Then she stomped away.

“Where’s Mom?” he called out to her.

“Aunt Faith’s!” came her yelled reply.

Mike sighed. He was stuck making dinner for just him and Janey, again. His wife visited her sister a lot, and frequently stayed at her place overnight because it was closer to her work. Mike couldn’t help but feel that avoiding him and his needs was a factor as well.

A little later in the evening, as he was watching TV, Janey made one of her rare forays out of her room. She perched her little butt on the arm of the couch and Mike couldn’t help but notice she had changed into jean cut-offs that showed off her long legs. He wrenched his eyes up to look at her face as he paused his show.

“I reeaaally need to earn $40,” she whined.

“What’s it for?”

She held out her phone. “New case ... this one’s sooo last year. I want one with the ring holder on the back so I won’t drop it, and it can be used as a stand, too.”

Mike shrugged. “Sorry, sweetie, but if you won’t cook or clean dishes...”

“Ugh!” Then she pivoted so her legs were wide open before him. He got a quick titillating look at her soft-looking inner thighs before he looked back at the paused TV.

Her voice became soft, almost sultry. “Are you suuure there’s nothing I can do for you?”

Mike was stunned. Was she offering--? No, of course she wasn’t; his sex-starved mind was tricking him.

“You could ... rake the leaves in the yard... ?” He reached for the remote.

“Ugh!” Then she was gone, leaving behind a waft of her perfume. When had she started wearing that? he wondered.

That night, after giving his stepdaughter a chaste hug goodnight, Mike retired to his bed and brought his phone out. He loaded his favorite porn site and searched for ‘stepdaughter wants money’ but only found one video. ‘Guess there’s something for everyone... ‘ he thought as he started it up.

It was pretty formulaic: bottle-blonde stepdaughter with fake boobs needed money for some stupid entitled brat thing, and her hardbody porn star dad was only too happy to suggest she take her clothes off and climb aboard the fuck train for cash. Despite the cheesiness of the “story”, Mike lifted the sheets away from his body and started to stroke his cock.

After a few minutes the bedroom door flew open. “Hi Dad!” Janey strolled in while Mike frantically grabbed for the sheets and his phone went flying.

He pulled the sheets up to his neck. “Janey! What the hell!” Then he noticed that she was wearing a too-tight pajama top and no bottoms. She clambered onto the bed ... with her knees apart, it pushed the top up enough to give Mike a clear view of her pink panties.

“Dad, I know that you and Mom haven’t ‘done it’ in a long time. You’ve also been looking at me in ... well ... ways a father shouldn’t.” She picked up his phone from where it fell on the bed. It was still playing the video and she tapped the screen. “‘Stepdaughter Wants Money’, huh?” She handed the phone back to him.

He turned the screen off, mortified.

“Here’s the deal,” she continued. “I make you feel good and you give me money, forty dollars to be exact.” She reached forward and rubbed at his crotch through the sheets.

Mike was surprised to find that, despite the embarrassment of being caught masturbating, his cock hadn’t softened. At Janey’s touch it twitched pleasurably. Everything felt unreal to him.

She pulled the sheets toward her and he let go. His hard 6 1/2” dick was now sticking right up in front of her.

“Jeez...” she murmured. She had expected it to be smaller. She paused a moment, but then reached forward and gingerly took it in hand. Mike moaned.

She gave it a wank and then stopped. “Do we have a deal?”

Mike almost said yes, but even all hot and bothered as he was, $40 for a hand job offended his sensibilities. He was a businessman, after all!

“Forty, but you have to use your mouth. Twenty if you use your hand.”

“Umm...” Janey hadn’t expected this. She continued to hold her dad’s cock while she thought. It twitched a little, making her giggle. “You got $40 on you?”

Mike reached off the side of the bed for his pants, careful not to dislodge his penis from her grip, and pulled his wallet out. Then he extracted two crisp twenty dollar bills and put them on the nightstand.

Janey nodded. “Okay, but I’ve never done this before...” Still holding his cock in her hand, she brought her face close to it. Mike could feel the warmth of her breath. She licked her lips.

There was a long moment where he thought that maybe she would chicken out, but then she moved forward and half of his cock was inside her warm mouth. He lay back and sighed.

She pulled her mouth off and then licked the underside of his penis. He moaned again. Then her mouth was around it once more and she claimed about two-thirds of it that time.

Then he felt it: teeth!

“Ah!” he exclaimed, and she backed off. “You need to cover your teeth with your lips.”

She did so and tried again. Much better!

“Okay, and start sucking too. Yes, that’s right, very good ... move your mouth up and down as you go...”

“Mmm...” she moaned, and the vibration from that went straight into his dick. He realized he was going to finish soon.

“Sweetie ... Janey ... I’m going to cum.”

To her credit, she didn’t pull away, but he had to make sure: “If you’re gonna get the full $40 you have to let me cum in your mouth, okay? You can spit it out later if you want.”

‘Just like your mom used to,’ he didn’t say out loud.

“Um hm,” she agreed, the vibration of that acknowledgment pushing him over the edge.

“Cumming!” Mike cried out, instinct causing him to arch his back to get greater penetration. Another inch entered his teen stepdaughter’s mouth as his cock throbbed and shot out his cum.

“MMMfff!” Janey grunted, but kept her mouth fastened to his dick as she sucked the incestuous semen from her stepdad’s penis.

It had been a week since he had last ejaculated, so there was a lot of it. Mike could see her struggling with it and then it started to leak from the corners of her lips. Then he heard a gulp, followed by another. She was swallowing! The sexiness of that thought extended his orgasm and he gave her another couple small shots of cum. Finally, he laid back, sated.

Janey pulled her mouth off and gasped for air. “So much...” She used a finger to gather the cum that had escaped from the corners of her mouth and then sucked on that as well, smacking her lips. “That’s not bad, actually. I think I might like this arrangement.”

Then she leaned across him, brushing his mouth with a pajama-covered breast. He didn’t know what he should do, but then she pulled back, the $40 from the nightstand in her hands. Oh, of course, he realized.

“Pleasure doing business with you!” she called back as she started to bounce from the room. Then she turned back. “Or business doing pleasure? Ha!” Then she was gone.

His orgasm complete, Mike quickly fell asleep, despite his mind going crazy with the thoughts of what might be.

The next morning, he couldn’t look Janey in the eye. That didn’t stop him from ogling her feminine form in her tight jeans.

“Morning, Dad!” she sing-songed, otherwise ignoring him. It seemed that she was unaffected by the previous night’s forbidden event.

“Morning,” he replied, a little disappointed.

When he got back from work that evening, Janey was again waiting for him, though with more confidence than the previous day.

“What’s up?” he asked as he performed his daily just-home ritual of removing his shoes and coat.

She licked her lips. “Wondering if I should go for $20 or $40 today.”

He paused. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do it again...”

She knelt in front of him and started unbuckling his belt. “Heading out to a movie with the gang after picking up my new phone case.” Then his hard cock -- when had it started getting hard? he wondered -- was in her hand and she was awkwardly stroking him.

“Umm ... I think I only have a twenty on me...”

“Handjob it is!” she declared, adjusting her position to get a better wanking angle.

Mike looked down at his teenage stepdaughter, her eyes full of innocent wonder as she watched her fist stroking up and down his shaft. Was she a virgin? he wondered. She didn’t seem to know much about cocks, so he figured she must be. He looked down at her slim white thighs in her jean cut-offs as she knelt before him and wondered what it would be like to be thrusting between them...

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as his orgasm crashed upon him like a tidal wave. His cock started to spew, painting her fingers, and then when she let go, her face and t-shirt.

“Aack!” she sputtered, closing her eyes. Another, weaker spurt hit her bare midriff, and then a few drops arced weakly onto her inner thighs.