Bred by My Stepdad Under the Raincoat During the World Cup Novel – Chapter 1: Rainy Night Fuck, the rain was coming down so hard it felt like the sky was trying to drown the whole damn stadium. Fans were screaming their heads off under ponchos and umbrellas, and the fireworks kept exploding anyway, like they didn’t give a fuck about the storm. I got soaked in like two seconds flat. My thin white tank top went completely see-through, clinging to my tits, and my nipples got so hard they were aching from the cold. My shorts felt heavy and gross, icy water running down my thighs. I shivered, but not just because of the rain. “Annie! Over here!” Mom yelled from a few rows ahead.
She was waving like a maniac, phone held high trying to get the perfect livestream angle. “I’m moving closer to the field for better signal! You and Elliot stay together, okay? Don’t wander off!” She blew us a quick kiss and disappeared into the crowd. Now it was just me and my stepdad, Elliot. We were both drenched. Elliot looked at me, rain dripping down his face, and shook out that big clear raincoat we brought. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said, voice warm. “Get under here with me. There’s room for both.” The second the raincoat closed around us, everything felt… different. Outside it was still pouring like crazy, but inside it got super warm and stuffy fast from our body heat. The air smelled like wet clothes, rain, and him. It was way too intimate. Oh god, this is already weird.
Why does it feel so cozy under here with him? He’s my stepdad. Annie, get a grip. Elliot sat down first, then gently pulled me onto his lap. “Sit here, Annie. You’ll stay drier,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. As soon as my ass settled on his strong thighs, I felt his warmth seep through our soaked clothes. His muscular arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my back tight against his broad chest. The crowd kept jumping and cheering every big play, shaking the whole stands. My body rocked with it, my soft ass sliding and pressing against his lap over and over. This feels so wrong… I shouldn’t be sitting on his lap like this. What if Mom turns around? What if someone sees us? I’m not a little kid anymore… But I didn’t move. The raincoat made this tiny private bubble that somehow felt safe. His big hands rested on my hips, fingers spread wide. Every time the stands shook, my hips rocked more, grinding back against him. Stop it. Just stop moving. This is dangerous. That’s when I felt it.
Something thick and heavy starting to grow under me. His cock was slowly getting hard, pressing right up against the curve of my ass. My heart slammed hard. Oh shit… Daddy’s getting hard. Because of me? No fucking way. This can’t be happening. I’m his stepdaughter… My face burned hot. Shame twisted tight in my stomach, but at the same time my pussy started throbbing, getting slick and warm in a way that had nothing to do with the rain. I knew I should stand up immediately, but instead I shifted my hips just a tiny bit, testing. What the hell am I doing? Why does this feel good? I’m such a disgusting person… Elliot’s hands tightened hard on my hips. His breath hitched, hot and ragged against my neck. “Annie…” he said quietly, voice turning rough. I didn’t answer. My pulse was pounding in my ears. Inside our little raincoat world, everything else felt far away. I shifted again, slower this time, deliberately rubbing my soft ass against that growing bulge. It throbbed hard in response, now fully hard and trapped right between my cheeks. Holy fuck… he’s rock hard because of me.
My stepdad’s cock is pressing against my ass and it’s so thick and hot… I’m getting wetter just from this. The shame burned like fire in my chest, but it only made me wetter. My nipples were painfully stiff against the see-through tank top. Every cheer from the crowd made me grind a little more, my ass moving in tiny sneaky circles on his throbbing cock. Outside, the rain kept pouring. Mom was somewhere just up ahead, completely clueless, while I sat on my stepdad’s lap, slowly grinding against his hard cock beneath our shared raincoat. If she turned around right now, she’d lose her mind. I was being such a dirty, horny little slut. I knew it was so fucking wrong. But damn… I really, really didn’t want to stop.