tagIncest/TabooMy Stepdaughter

My Stepdaughter


Faye was already fifteen when I married her mother. So I got to handle her wild teen years. Thankfully this didn't involve drugs or much alcohol. But she did love the boys. I'm not sure just when, but I'm certain that she became sexually active very early.

Her mother and I divorced shortly after her high school graduation. By that time I must admit to having had some fantasies about Faye. But look, you can't help having fantasies. They just happen. You can control what you do about them though and I assure you, they remained just that, fantasies.

We've kept it touch over the years but not in close touch. Birthday and Christmas presents. Father's Day cards. That sort of thing. That's why I was surprised when I picked up the phone and heard her voice.

"Hi Daddy, it's me. Faye"

"Well hi sweetheart! What a nice surprise. How are things going? I know it's a tough time for you right now, with your divorce and all." This was her second. Her first marriage at age 19 lasted only a year.

"Ya. It's not as easy this time. Bill and I were together 12 years and Alex is old enough to know what's going on. I think I know what you and Mom were going through now."

"Hang in there Darlin'. Time will take care of it soon enough."

"Ya. I remember you telling me once that the two things that help you through a break-up are time and distance. Well I can't change the way time works but...Dad...would you mind if I came up to visit you for awhile? Just to get away. I need some distance. I've already asked Mom and she said she would watch Alex for as long as I needed."

"Well sure! I'd love to have you Sweetheart. When can you come? I'll take some time off from work so we can have plenty of time together. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

"You're so good to me. I love you. Well, I think I'll drive up so I'll probably be there late tomorrow night. Is that too soon?"

"Of course not. I can't wait!"

It had been a few years since I'd even seen Faye. But when I opened the door at about 11 p.m. the next night, there she was; looking more beautiful now than when she was younger. She's one of those women who grew into her looks. When she was younger, her sophistication seemed slightly out of place. But now it suited her perfectly. She was still trim and her face still lit up when she smiled.

"Hi Daddy!" She threw her arms around my neck and pulled my cheek down to hers. I put my arms around her waist to hug her. Her back arched slightly as I pulled her close to me.

"It's sooooo good to see you." She said into my ear in a low voice that had the sound of relief.

"It's been too long." I replied. "I'm so glad you thought of me to help you out. You've got my total attention. Here let me get those things for you. I'm putting you in my room for the duration." I followed her into the room carrying her two small suitcases. "Sit down. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." She walked over to the sofa and sat down as I headed to the bedroom. I threw her suitcases on my king size bed and returned to the living room. She sat there not yet fully relaxed. It had been a long time since we'd seen each other.

"Hey, let me get you a drink. Is it still scotch and soda?"

"Yes and make it a stiff one." I remembered that scotch was something we had in common, so I had picked up a bottle of Dahlwhinie single malt that day.

"Thanks" she said as I handed her the drink and sat down next to her.

"You don't know how much this means to me. It's seems that I run into Bill everywhere I go lately. And Alex is already starting to play "one against the other" with me. I'm really starting to feel guilty. I need some down time."

"Don't worry about a thing right now. I'll take care of you while you're here. Just leave the worries behind and let's just have some fun together." She took a long sip of her scotch and sat it on the coffee table.

"Hey, this may sound like a pretty crazy request but...could you put on some "Frank"? I know sentimentality is not what I need right now. But I always think of you whenever I hear him. It would just make things perfect."

I didn't realize she had paid that much attention to what I liked when I was playing Dad. But she was right on target. I had my favorite Sinatra CD already queued in the stereo. "Sinatra at the Sands with Count Baise and the Orchestra." I had just listened to it the other night. I hadn't picked up on Sinatra until I was in my late thirties. But I love the stuff now. It's classic. I found the remote and hit power then play and on came the intro: "Live!...from the Sands...A man and his music." Count Basie kicks in with the orchestra. She picked up her drink and grinned at me as she took another sip.

"It's so you." She said. For some reason I felt very touched. It feels so good when you realize that someone has paid close enough attention to know something about who you really are.

"Especially "Fly me to the Moon". I can't hear that song without getting a picture of you in my head, doing your best Sinatra imitation while Mom raises her eyebrows and rolls her eyes back. You were so cool."

We passed some time talking about different things and had a few more drinks as the CD kept repeating itself. When, "I've Got You Under My Skin" played for the third time, I said: "Look, it's getting pretty late. Anytime you want to go to bed, just say so"

"I guess you're right. I think I might pass out if I have another drink anyway." She giggled and bowed her head down as she leaned forward and put her head on my chest to steady herself. "It's so nice to be hear with you now. Will you walk me to the bedroom and tuck me in?"

"Sure" I said and she took my arm as we made our way up the stairs. When she saw the large bed she said; "That's huge. Why don't you stay in here and sleep with me tonight? It's stupid for you to have to sleep on the couch with big bed here. Don't worry I won't bite and I know I'm safe. I need you anyway."

My heart and mind began to race. It seemed so erotic but I knew she was just telling me that she trusted me. I was sure I could keep my impulses under control. I had for all those earlier years.

"Sure Sweetheart. If it'll make you feel better." She disappeared into the bathroom with her suitcases. I wasn't sure just what to do now. I wasn't going to go to bed nude as I usually do. I quickly opened the dresser drawer and found a pair of loose fitting sport trunks and a baggy T-shirt. I quickly undressed and put them on. I didn't want her to walk out and catch me in the process. I'm sure it would have embarrassed us both. I slipped into bed, lay on my back and watched the bathroom door.

She came out after a few minutes and stood in the doorway brushing her shoulder length auburn hair. Her nightgown hadn't been designed to be sexy but sophisticated. It was a long white satin gown that seemed to glide over her curves. It was her that made it sexy. She stood facing me with her head cocked down combing her hair from back to front. I could see the outline of her nipples through the gown. She had small enough breast to remain firm as she grew older, but large enough to make the figure of a perfectly proportioned woman. The satin fell into a gentle crease between her thighs forming a small indented triangle. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to lay inside that triangle. God! Could she possibly know how she's making me feel right now? Could she possibly not know! This was going to be a little tougher than I had first imagined. Stepdaughter or not. She was a beautiful woman and I'm a man. I can't help how I felt at that moment. I could only control what I did. She put the brush down and looked at me with a sweet smile. She flipped the light switch and climbed into bed next to me.

"I feel so safe with you. Can I put my head on your shoulder and fall asleep." Without waiting for my reply, she moved toward me. I instinctively put my arm around her as she lay her head on my shoulder. "Mmmm that's nice." She purred. Then she put her arm over my chest and wiggled in a cuddling motion. Her hand continued a sort of mini massage on my chest. Then she rose up, looked me straight in the eye and said, "You know those two thing you told me? The two things that would heal a broken heart...time and distance."

"Yes" I said in a whisper. My god, is this really happening?

"I think there's a third thing." She moved her lips to mine and kissed me. I was fighting all the powers of nature now and losing big time. My tongue slipped into her mouth. We both felt the same surge of relief and release as we set aside what our minds had been taught and let our emotions have full rein. We kissed long and deep. I rolled her onto her back and perched over her for a second. Her hair fell back onto the pillow framing her face. Her mouth was open but her eyes were closed. I began kissing her again and then moved down to her neck. The feedback her body and her breathing were giving me let me know that she was aching for this as badly as I was.

"I've imagined this moment for so many years" She confessed in a whisper. I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. Her backed arched the same way it had when I hugged her at the door. But this time I could feel the warmth of her body through the satin gown. If I was going to spend eternity in hell for this, I was going to make damn sure that we would both recall the overwhelming feeling that we were having at that moment. I resisted the urge to rush things. There was still so much to anticipate and anticipation can be just as erotic as the actual event. I slowly worked my way up her neck and when I put my tongue in her ear, she moaned deeply and thrust her pelvis up against my cock. The slit down the side of her gown made it possible for her to throw one leg over me and I had my first sensation of being between her legs.

"I was always so jealous of Mom." She cooed. "Late at night, I would hear the two of you in your bedroom making love. I could hear Mom moaning. I wanted it to be me. I fantasized about walking right in and crawling into bed with both of you."

I wasn't sure if life was being very very kind or very very cruel to me. Was I going to be feeling guilty for the rest of my life? I didn't care. This was already the most intense lovemaking I'd ever experienced and we had just begun. We kissed again. I rolled her over onto her stomach so I could get to the bow that tied the spaghetti straps of her gown. As if opening a gift, I slowly pulled on the end of each strap and watched the loops grow smaller and then finally popped as the knot came loose. I spread my palms over her bare back and pushed the straps and her hair aside. I leaned down and began kissing the back her neck.

"Mmmm...You have such a wonderful touch" She said in a hushed voice. I stretched out full length and rolled her onto her side so I could feel my hard cock press against her. I reached around to the front as I continued kissing her neck and gently pulled her gown down to her midsection. I ran my hands up to her breast and felt what I had imagined feeling a million times before. They were a perfect size, each a little larger than what I could hold in one hand. She threw her head back and searched for my lips. I found her mouth with mine as I turned her over onto her back and lay her head on the pillow again. I ran a kiss that started at the base of her neck and ended at the tip of her chin. I pushed against her chin with my mouth making her head tilt as far back as it could possibly go. She could feel me taking control and loved it. I started working my way down to her breasts with small pecking kisses. I held myself up with my arms as I bent over her and began making small circles with my tongue around her aureoles. She took her hands and pushed her breasts up as if presenting an offering. With my head bowed, I felt as though I were praying. I placed my palm against her back so I could easily signal her the way to move her body. I pressed lightly and she responded perfectly by rolling onto her side facing me. I kissed the small indentation at the front of her hip where her leg met her body. With my free hand I pushed back her bent knee. Her legs fell open giving me full access to her womanhood. I laid my tongue flat against small stretch of skin between her pussy and her inner thigh and intentionally left a wet spot. I lifted my head slightly and blew a cool breeze onto the spot and then began placing soft kisses on her inner thigh. She needed a release just like a pressure cooker needs to release its steam to keep from exploding. She began to massage herself, one hand on her breasts and one on her vagina. I lifted her leg high into the air and ran my tongue from her thigh to the back of her knee. Another wet spot there with a cool breeze chaser caused her to squirm. I now sat in an almost half lotus position in order to reach her calf. She took the opportunity to run her hand up my leg and under my shorts. She found what she was looking for. The feeling of her hand taking hold of my shaft was exquisite. I mixed small nips with my teeth with kisses to her calf. As I reached her foot, it curled and involuntarily jerked back as I kissed the arch.

"That tickles." She giggled. But I insisted on continuing the tickle and pulled her arch back to my mouth. Finally, the coup de gras. I placed the point of her toe against my lips and slowly slid my mouth down over it.

"Oh my god! I've never felt anything like that." She squealed. "Nobody's ever done that to me before. That must be how a cock feels inside a pussy. Damn you're good!" As her foot squirmed, she had her first orgasm. I slid my mouth up and down her toe in a simulated fucking motion while she enjoyed her spasm. Even though it meant pulling my cock away from her hand, I was ready to explore the most sensitive part of her body. I slid off the end of the bed and knelt on the floor. I ran my hands down her legs parting them as I went. As I slipped my palms under each cheek of her ass I pulled her down to me. It was as if she became weightless. Her body floated to me. I couldn't believe how good she smelled, a wonderful perfumed smell. My tongue made its first contact and I tasted cherry. She had applied a flavored lotion to herself while she was in the bathroom. She had had a plan. I raised up and grinned at her. She smiled a knowing smile back at me.

"Well...I really wanted you and knew you wouldn't disappoint me. I wanted to make myself nice for you." I don't know if any woman has put this much effort in trying to please me.

"You're wonderful." I said and returned to my favorite flavor, cherry red! She was already wet but a gentle flick with my tongue and her flower bloomed. It made me think of one of those time laps movie clips where a bud bursts open in just a second or two. Her legs fell further apart than they had been before. At first I flicked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, but then I lay it flat onto it and pressed harder. Her instincts took over and as her hips began to rock. I held my tongue motionless and let her find her own rhythm. Her second orgasm came almost immediately. I spent a long time exploring every fold of skin with my tongue. At times I would lift her hips completely off of the bed as I brought her to me and used my hands to rock her against my tongue.

"Please take me now Daddy. I need you inside me now." Once again, we were on the same wavelength. And again, antigravity took over as I put my hands under her back and she floated up to the pillow. I slid my trunks off as I stood up and raised my arms over my head and removed my T-shirt. My hands ran down the outer part of her legs, pushing her satin gown into a bunch which now gathered around her midriff. I knelt between her legs supporting my upper body with my arms and gazed at her this last moment before we crossed the point of no return. I lowered myself as if I were doing a push up and kissed her one more time to reassure her that everything was all right.

There's no more special time than that first penetration of a new lover. But what a first penetration! This would be the only first penetration of this kind that either of us would ever experience. I slowly lowered my hips until I felt the head of my cock touch her. I let the head of my penis rub up and down her opening until I found the exact spot at which to enter. She held motionless. I could feel her labia parting as I began my first, short thrust. Although she was fully ready to receive me, I took only short strokes at first, gradually going deeper with each thrust. When I had reached the halfway point, she could stand the teasing no longer and thrust her hips up to mine. I was at the deepest point inside of her now and held that position for a few moments. Slowly I began to stroke and she rocked in perfect unison. Every few strokes I would withdraw completely in order to recreate that feeling of first penetration. I quickened the pace a bit and she reached her third orgasm. This time she made little yelps from deep in the back of her throat, just like her mother used to do. She had been listening to us.

I was afraid that I was going to explode inside of her too quickly. But, either God or the Devil was watching over us to make certain that we had the supreme carnal experience. I began to pump at a steady pace. I felt that I could keep going forever. She put her hands on my ass and locked her legs around my back as if to hold me there, making sure I wouldn't get away. I wasn't going anywhere. She began to press lightly with her fingertips with a rhythm that signaled how fast or slow she wanted me to go. I was happy to give her just what she wanted. Slow at first. Then quicker and quicker until she let go with her fourth explosion.

"Oh Aaron, Aaron, mmmmmm...godddd!" I was no longer Daddy. I wondered if she was always this good in bed or if she was being made love to in a way that she had never experienced before. When I sensed her ebbing, I slowed down to long deep strokes to let her rest for a few seconds. Then that signal that comes from way down inside and lets you know that your climax is on the way and there's nothing you can do to stop it, hit me. I began the longest, deepest, hardest strokes I had used yet. She knew what was coming.

"Oh yes! Cum now! Cum inside me! Let me feel you cum now!" It was a total body orgasm as my toes curled and every muscle in my body tensed. She let go with her fifth and most intense orgasm yet. We were both delusional in our ecstasy. It lasted much longer than my longest previous orgasms with other lovers. It took me some time to relax as I slowed and lightened my strokes. We kissed some final passionate kisses and finally fell exhausted into each other's arms. We were soon both in a deep sleep.

O.K. O.K.! Damn me if you want. Go ahead! Go ahead! But maybe, just maybe...you'd like to hear how the rest of the visit went.

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Would like to see where it would go after this... good stuff!

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