Frustrated Step-Daughter

This isn't a short one, and I hope to make a few more chapters for it; assuming everyone enjoys it and wants to read more. Unfortunately, life doesn't provide a lot of extra time for writing these days, but I'll do my best to do it right.

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Frustrated Step-Daughter

"I hate it here!" Cassie yelled, as she flung herself into her bed. Stuffed Disney characters tumbled to the ground as if attempting to get out of the way.

"Cassie, we need to go see someone." My wife pleaded. Her voice was clearly restrained with great effort.

"You just hate me!" Cassie said, as tears came in earnest.

"No one hates you." My wife said, her control beginning to show cracks. "We love you. We just want you to be happy." She added, attempting to rub Cassie's back.

Cassie twisted away and threw blankets overtop of herself. "I don't want to be touched." She sobbed.

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

Cassie ignored her. This had become a semi-regular event in our home. Every couple weeks we would ask Cassie to put down her phone or do something helpful around the house and she would go into a complete melt-down. Sometimes Eileen could get her to talk a bit through sobs but her answers and reasons were always made up on the spot to appease my wife.

I stood in the doorway, watching Eileen attempting to get through to her. She kept peppering Cassie with one thing after another as she often did when she was frustrated.

"Just go away!" Cassie yelled suddenly, tears streaming down her face. That set Eileen off. She'd had it.

"Cassie, you're eighteen!" She yelled back. "Acting like this is ridiculous. You're not ten anymore." She added, brushing past me at the door.

Cassie cried all the harder.

I love my wife dearly, and I know she'd been pushed to the breaking point far too many times over the last couple of years; but her constant head-on approach to conflict made parenting more difficult at times.

It was most often up to me to diffuse these situations, as I would listen calmly and wait for her to be ready to talk.

I decided to talk to my wife first. Walking down the hall I entered our bedroom and closed the door. Eileen sat on the edge of our king-sized bed, staring at the floor.

She looked up as I entered. Instantly, Eileen began to vent.

"I just don't know what to do about her!" She said, raising her palms and shrugging. "She won't talk to me." She added.

"What happened?" I asked.

"What do you mean what happened?" She asked, incredulously. "What ever happens? I asked her to put the dishes away like fifteen times. She just kept staring at her phone."

"And then?"

"Then I said I'd take the phone away, and she stormed away up to her room."

I wrapped my arms around my wife, pulling her in close to my chest. She relaxed somewhat.

"Can you talk to her?" She asked after a while. "I don't know what to say anymore, but she'll usually talk to you."

"I'll try."

Five minutes later, I was standing at Cassie's door again, listening to her soft crying under her blankets. I surveyed her room briefly, noting that it hadn't changed much since she'd entered her teen years. Along the left and right walls shelves I'd mounted years ago held Disney Animator dolls of nearly every Disney princess. A perpetual pile of clothes sat in one corner beneath a desk she hardly ever used. Along one wall a long dresser was covered with an assortment of makeup and jewelry.

I stepped inside Cassie's room, the old floor giving a creak under my first step.

"I... d... don't want to... to talk." She Sobbed.

"I'm not here to talk babe." I said, stepping in beside her bed. "Just to make sure you're okay."

No response. Cassie was spread out under the covers, with one leg poking out toward me.

"Can I sit?" I asked tentatively. After a brief pause, Cassie's leg disappeared back under the covers.

"Thanks." I said, easing myself onto the bed near a lump in the covers that I took to be her head. I stretched out my legs, propped myself up against the bed's headboard, and waited.

I reached out my hand and began softly rubbing Cassie's back, as I'd done pretty much every night for the past ten years. It was a tactic I'd used successfully many times, just waiting for her to begin talking. I didn't have long to wait.

"She hates me." Cassie said, her voice muffled by the heavy blankets over top of her.

"Of course she doesn't." I replied, tapping her shoulder.

"Come on, put your head on my lap."

Slowly, she pushed the blankets off a bit and lay her head on my leg. I brushed the hair out of her face and passed her a tissue from her nightstand.

"Why not? I'm always so mean to her." Cassie said, new tears replacing the old ones.

"Sounds to me like something's bothering you." I said, my hands brushing slowly through her shoulder length dirty blond hair. Cassie shrugged in answer.

"Don't you think it would be good to talk to someone about it?"

Shrug.

"Will you tell me what it is?"

Shrug.

"I can't promise I'll know how to fix it, but I'm sure it will help if you talk about it."

I heard a very light scrub along the wall out in the hallway, Eileen was evidently standing in the hall listening.

I waited patiently, running my fingers through Cassie's hair.

"I don't know how to say it." She said, barely above a whisper.

"Well, how does it make you feel?" I asked.

"When it starts, I just feel... frustrated I guess"

"About what?"

Shrug.

"Then I feel angry, anxious, sometimes all jittery inside"

"Does it help when you exercise?"

Shrug. "Sometimes"

"What else helps?"

"Sometimes a shower" Cassie said after a long pause.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Cassie said, she was obviously uncomfortable or embarrassed.

"Okay babe." I said.

A movement in the hallway caught my eye, Eileen had shifted into the doorway. There was an odd look on her face that I couldn't quite place. Eileen was mouthing something to me, but I'd always been terrible at reading lips. It wasn't until she did it again, while holding her fingers up beside her head that I got it.

"Cassie's horny." Eileen mouthed.

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"Whatever!" I heard Cassie yell, slamming the door. I popped out of the kitchen to see her flop down onto the couch and tuck her legs underneath her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Shrug.

"We still gonna to watch that movie?" I asked.

"Yeah" Cassie said, without looking up from her phone.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few. You going to get into PJs?"

"I'm already in them" She said, gesturing to her outfit. She was wearing an old v neck T-shirt and simple light blue bikini brief panties; fairly standard for her lately.

I made some popcorn and joined her on the couch. Cassie grabbed a throw blanket and lay down with her head on my lap again. It was a normal occurrence for us, as Eileen often went to bed early as she works very early in the morning; Cassie and I generally watched a TV show or two before bed.

Cassie and I had always had a pretty good relationship. When her mother and I met, Cassie's dad was still in the picture, but over time they'd drifted apart. For years, I put Cassie to bed, either reading her a story or rubbing her back (Or both).

When I'd rub her back at night, I would pull up her shirt and give her back a mini-massage first. Never did my hands stray down her sides, anywhere near her breasts or when I was rubbing her legs -- absolutely never her inner thighs. We had a healthy relationship where APPROPRIATE touching was quite the norm. It was because of this that when I slid my hand under her shirt and started rubbing her stomach that neither of us really thought much of it.

I was distracted, thinking about Eileen's revelation from earlier in the day. I would be lying if I said I'd never though about my daughter as a sexual being prior to that. Any father who says such things is in denial. I'm not sure how you can love a female unconditionally, be convinced that she's the most beautiful girl in the world and not have some impure thoughts. I'd certainly had my fair share, but thoughts; never beyond that.

Cassie sighed deeply; I could feel some of the tension flowing out of her. The sound of her voice snapped me out of my inner discussion.

"Thanks dad." Cassie said suddenly, turning to face me.

"What for?" I asked, unsure of what I'd done.

Cassie laughed lightly. "For just being here with me, and putting up with me."

"We'll get it all figured out babe." I said, my thumb tracing the outline of her bottom-most ribs.

"I just get so..." Cassie began, frustration evident in her voice. "so..." She continued, searching for a good word. "Grrrrrrr" She blurted out, flexing both her hands like she wanted to strangle someone.

"Well, that's part of being a teenager honey." I said, wiggling my middle finger in her bellybutton. Cassie squirmed and giggled like a small child, then stiffened suddenly and went completely silent. I continued to absent-mindedly swirl my fingers around.

"Uhm, dad." Cassie said a few seconds later.

"Yes babe?" I replied, still watching the movie. Cassie didn't respond immediately. There was a few seconds pause before she spoke again.

"That's... " She began, but cut herself off with a sharp intake of breath. "that's not my stomach." She breathed.

Instantly, my mind went into over-drive. I hadn't noticed the sudden change from bare flesh to thin cotton. When Cassie had squirmed, my hand had gone from rubbing her stomach to rubbing the top of her pubic mound. I hadn't gone all the way to her vagina, but I was much closer than any father has a right to be.

I should have stopped instantly and pulled my hand away, but everything went in slow motion as I looked down into Cassie's eyes first. I could see a mixture of confusion and what might have been arousal in them. My mind finally kicking into gear, I pulled my hand back up to her stomach.

"I'm sorry." I said, "Oh my god Cassie..." I began to apologize.

"No, it's okay dad." She said, resting her own hand on mine. "It was just... surprising." She said, breathing heavily.

"I'm so sorry honey." I repeated. My mind was racing. I hadn't meant to do that, or at least not consciously. My mind immediately went to thinking about what would happen if she told her mother.

"It's okay." Cassie reassured me, seeing the distress on my face. "I'm fine." She added.

"It was an accid..." I began, I was stammering.

"Dad, it's okay." Cassie said, giving my hand a light squeeze. "Let's just watch the movie okay?"

"Okay." I said, breathing deeply. Then it hit me, a faint but unmistakable smell. Every man knows that smell, it's the scent a woman gives off when she's aroused. My Cassie was turned on.

We sat together for several minutes in silence; my hand fixed in position on Cassie's stomach. I was afraid to move it. My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Dad?" Cassie called. "Earth to dad?" She added, pinching the skin on the back of my hand.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Relax dad." Cassie said, forcing my hand to resume caressing her stomach. She kept her hand on top of mine.

I reluctantly resumed the gentle circles on her stomach, willing myself to calm down. It had been an accident, no harm done. I admit, I'd fantasized about sexual interactions with my daughter, but never more than that. Something in my mind (Likely the very male part of my mind) started to rationalize it, even silently rejoice a little.

Despite myself, or perhaps because of myself, I resumed caressing her stomach. I allowed my fingers to draw random circles along her soft flesh once more. We continued on like that for about half the movie; though my mind continually returned to reliving the feel of her public hair through her panties. I knew it was wrong, I knew I should have stopped, and I knew if I didn't I wouldn't be satisfied with just rubbing her stomach anymore.

Cassie shifted slightly and my finger brushed the hem of her bikini briefs. Cassie sighed, and slowly caressed the top of my hand. I lost control.

I drew a long line along the top hem of her panties. My heart was pounding in my chest, so hard I was sure Cassie could feel it. I drew a circle down from the hem along the contour of her pelvis to her hip and back. I looked down; Cassie seemed engrossed in the movie.

I slowly drifted in ever widening circles out onto her panties, my fingers lightly caressing the same section I had accidentally touched earlier. I could feel a light covering of pubic hair through her panties. I became bolder. I slid my middle finger down the center, feeling the cleft between her labia. Cassie's eyes closed.

I slowly slid my finger up and down along her slit, her clit growing slightly larger under my attentions.

Cassie began to take slow deep breaths. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I had gone so far beyond the level of accidental contact there was no passing it off.

I rubbed small circles around her clit, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. Cassie spread her legs slightly, and I took it as encouragement to continue. Cassie's hand still lay on top of mine, and I could feel her apply a bit more pressure as I continued. I applied more pressure in turn, sliding my fingers along the full length of her labia, and then returning to rub circles around her clit.

Cassie's face was flush with deep red areas on her cheeks and forehead, and she began to moan softly. She was pushing her pelvis up to meet my hand and pressing down with more urgency. I could tell she was close to orgasm.

I slipped my hand up and then under her panties, my middle finger sliding though her very wet slit.

Cassie was speeding toward her climax like a freight train, but I feared this would be my only chance and needed to taste her. I sat up, laying her head down softly on the couch.

"What are you doing?" Cassie asked, somewhat shocked.

I moved down her body, sliding her panties off. Cassie watched with a mix of fear and desire in her eyes. I lowered my head and kissed the inside of her left thigh. She pulled her legs together a bit, a look of confusion crossing her face. I pressed lightly on her thighs and she allowed me to part them. I inhaled her aroma, I had to taste her.

Cassie watched as I lowered my mouth towards her pussy, and nearly screamed when my tongue connected. "Dad, what are you..." She began, trying feebly to sit up. I slid my tongue along the full length of her slit and she let out a deep guttural moan. When I sucked in her tiny clit, she exploded.

"Hoy shit!" Cassie moaned, humping against my face.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" She kept chanting, convulsing against me. She collapsed on the couch and lay panting heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"Oh my god." Cassie moaned.

I was about to respond when the lights of a car flashed across the room, Eileen was home. Cassie had seen it too. She grabbed her discarded panties and dashed upstairs, disappearing into her room.

I quickly threw the throw blanket into the hamper by the stairs, and sat back down on the couch.

And that, is how it all began.