Amanda has lusted after her sexy step daddy for so long that she doesn’t really expect her dream of finally fucking him to come true. But one winter night, in a hot tub under the stars, she finds out if his cock is as hard as the rest of his ripped body. Warning: This erotic short story contains graphic material that may be offensive to some, including pseudo-incest. Readers over 18 only! Excerpt: I wanted to touch him. No. What I wanted even more was for him to touch me. Without a word, I slid from my seat and sidled over next to Colt, quickly tucking myself under his arm, as if I were some girl he was at the movies with. I reached up and pulled his arm down, draping it over my shoulder. “Ahh…this is better,” I murmured. I felt him stiffen almost immediately, and not in the good way. His shoulder became rigid against me, and I could tell that my nearness made him uncomfortable. At least he was aware of me, though. Six months ago, he would have just given me a hug and never even noticed that I had boobs that would fit perfectly in his hands or an ass that was just right for fucking. But he sure was noticing now, and that was what counted. I turned sideways and wrapped my arm around the front of his chest, pressing my breasts against his side. My nipples were so hard, I knew he could feel them through the thin lace, and I made no effort to even be close to modest about it. I reached over and squeezed his bicep, feeling the hardness under the skin. “Holy shit. You sure are buff. Every girl in my dorm would be dying to be in this hot tub with you, did you know that?” I ran one finger from his shoulder to his arm, down under the water to his chest. I was teasing. I knew it then and I know it now. But he really didn’t resist at that point, and I am not actually sure that he even could have. “Amanda…” I could hear the uncertainty in the tremor of his voice, but I didn’t stop. I trailed my finger down the middle of his chest, stopping briefly to stroke the center of his belly button. I teased the sensitive skin there for a moment, before working up my last ounce of courage and running my hand down that sexy trail to the top of his boxers. His breath suddenly sped up, and mine followed suit. I watched him, his eyes still closed, his jaw clenched, fighting for control. But it was a useless battle.