My Stepdaughter is a Woman now

I had to close the store down, so I was out until about 9PM. I met Brad and his wife out after work for a couple of drinks, then headed home. I called Jeri on the way home, see how she was doing. She was a bit tipsy (as was I!) and we chatted for awhile. Her sister was good, they were drinking wine, laughing about stuff. Mom had gone to bed, so they were getting a bit raunchy, as they tend to do. There isn't a lot more fun then listening to two sisters talk about your cock while you listen in, even if just in jest. I gave them the obligatory, "Stop, you're making my jeans tight" type comments, they never seem to get that it was true, because I was rock hard listening to them be trashy. Probably not the best idea, since I was going home to my step daughter, alone in our house, and things had been a bit frisky lately, which I definitely had in mind I as I turned onto our street.

I said my goodbyes, and pulled into the driveway. I probably made a bit more noise than normal getting in the door, hoping to make sure Paula knew I was home. I had forgotten she had to work in the morning, as her lights were off, and her door was closed. I proceeded to turn on the TV in the main room to watch the NBA game that had recorded, and changed into night clothes. I walked past Paula's room, and slowed down, listening for any sounds of life to see if maybe she was awake. No such luck.

I went out and watched the last few minutes of the game, not really paying attention, thinking more about the phone call and the recent backrubs. I begin to rub myself through my shorts, enjoying the polyester, fake silk feeling against my hard member, as I think about things over the past days. Paula is asleep, and Jeri is out of town, I take a short walk into our bedroom closet, and find my Fleshlight Jeri won at a "adult party" a few months back. We had broken it in that night, and I had used it a few times since, about 50% of the time solo, 50% with Jeri watching. I returned to the sofa, and turned on the pr0n channels through the Roku. I wet up the Fleshlight and my cock as I sign in, and go to town, finishing pretty quickly. Normally, I clean up right away, but between the long hours and the beers and the cum, that thing felt really good, and I just rolled over with the afghan, and closed my eyes for just a second.

"Daddy!"

I look up. Paula is shaking me. I look around, confused.

"Teehee!" she giggles. "You fell asleep on the sofa!" She is dressed for work. It's 5:45AM.

"I have to go to work, I'll see you later!" she says, as she bends over, gives me a peek on the cheek, and turns and walks towards the back door. She walks past the TV, which is still sitting on the "Pick your scene" page, but it is obviously pr0n, and it obviously said "Family matters" or something like that as the title. I know for a fact her ass didn't jiggle that much yesterday, and she certainly didn't sway it that much, either. I hear her close the back door, and her car start. I survey the room. Pr0n on the TV. Check.

Me, naked. Check.

Shorts on the floor, obviously not on me. Check.

Afghan covering the sensitive areas? Check.

I get up. My feet feel something cylindrical under them. WTF? Oh, Fleshlight. On the floor. Check. How did THAT get there? Did it fall? I'm not sure.

I reach for the remote. There is a Post-It note attached to it.

It read:

"I love you, Daddy! Sorry I missed you last night! Winky face. Tonight, maybe...XXX and OOO! Paula"

Blog entry #7 -- December 28^th

I putzed around the house all day, trying to keep my mind off that note. Did it mean what I think? What did she actually see? She obviously saw the porn channel on, but that's really neither here nor there, we are all adults, and her mom was out of town. But, depending on how you read that, did she want to join me in that type of activity (sexual), or was she just saying, "hey, we'll hang out tonight?" At this point in the game, we've just had incidental contact when you think about it, even if it had extreme sexual overtones. I really don't want to read too much into it, and ruin everything, but on the other hand, my lustful desires don't exactly think logically or about consequences.

About 3PM, I started to clean up myself, just in case. I trimmed sensitive areas, shaved my face, showered and scrubbed all my parts clean. A dab of cologne in interesting places, and decided to go commando, for freedom of movement down there. I don't want to be uncomfortable in case an erection happens.

I head to the kitchen to whip up something quick for dinner, something light like chicken and rice, and put it into the oven. I opened a bottle of wine to relax myself, poured a glass, and began cleaning, cooking, and maybe a glass of wine to settle my nerves. About 5:30, Paula pulls up, and my heart kind of flutters. I can't tell if I am flushed from the wine or from the thoughts of being alone with Paula. She enters the house, and says "Hi Daddy!" I hear the beep of her car alarm as she comes over to give me a hug and a peck. Usually she goes for the cheek, but occasionally a platonic lip to lip kiss. Today was a lip to lip kiss. She overexaggerated it, with the kissy sound and everything.

"Nice to see you, honey!" I tell her. "Dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. You have time to change into comfy clothes if you want."

"Ok, thanks, Daddy!" she says, and turns to leave the room. I follow her body as it turns and watch her ass walk away. I realize I was going to ask her if she wanted a glass of wine, so I head out a few steps behind her, intent on asking her before she got to her room. I turn down the hallway, and as I was about to say, "hey..." she pulls her shirt off over her head, not waiting to get to her room to start changing. I watched her back intently, something about a woman disrobing is so much better than just seeing them naked straight up.

"Hey!" I call to her, "You want a glass of wine with dinner?" as soon as she got into her room and partially closed the door.

"Sure! That sounds great. White, please!" We're having red sauce. The heathen!

I head back to open a bottle and she joins me for dinner. She is wearing a silky and laced top and short set of PJs, very loose fitting and billowy, but where it touched her body, it clung and revealed every curve. I could see the outline of side of her breast, and detecting where her nipples were was not a Holmesian task. It wasn't outrageously skimpy or a 'come hither' outfit, just a nice girl next door being too pretty and innocent to notice that it might have been somewhat inappropriate for a dinner at home. I would have preferred one way or the other instead of this middle route of dressing revealingly but not 'sexy' so I could get a hint of where her mind was this evening in regards to that note. No such luck for this guy! I look up, "Dinner's read...uh, well, Paula, when I said 'comfy clothes', you took me literally, eh?" as if I hadn't noticed her outfit until that moment. I don't know if she bought it or not. Doubt it.

She smiles, and did a little twirl, the top flared a bit out, revealing a bit of her taut, young midsection, as well, as letting me see that how it looked from behind. (It looked good, btw!)

"You like it? I just picked it out this past weekend!"

"It looks great! Very catchy," I manage to stammer out. "Let's eat!" as I turn away to avoid getting caught gawking too low or too long.

Dinner passes uneventfully. We chat about things - the storm that may or may not hit us, how everyone in town freaks out whenever they announce 1" of snow as if we are all going to be without for weeks, how work is going, the bitch at her office who hates her (for NO reason!), who she ran into at the mall, and UGH, the parking and crowds! We finished up, and I told her to go pick us a movie, and I'll do dishes and refresh our glasses. She bounds off, no young person likes cleaning up!

I rinse everything off, start the dishwasher as a tidy up the cooking area, and refresh our glasses before heading in.

"What did you pick us out?", I ask. Some thriller suspense thing she said.

"Who's in it?", I ask.

"Not sure, I heard it was good, though!" she replied.

"OK, whatever. Scoot over," I say as I hand her the wine. I deliberately sat in the same place I had before when I had given her the rubdown and we had had that first contact. I was hoping that it would send the signal that either I wanted to, or was OK with, something like that happening again. Perhaps I was giving her the option to repeat the same situation, or if it really had just been an encounter that had been more about a vulnerable, physical moment on her part, or was the prelude to something more intimate.

She smiled slightly, sort of mischievously. "OK, jerk. I was comfortable!"

She slides over a bit and takes a sip of wine. She starts the movie and we sit for a bit, waiting for the credits to stop and the movie to start. I can barely breathe, and am so tense with fear, anticipation, doubts, excitement. I really was on a roller coaster of emotion, and my body was physically reacting, or possibly overreacting to the thoughts in my brain that just won't stop.

The movie starts, I have no idea what was going on, some creepy, jumpy moments I guess, but my mind was occupied elsewhere - considering ramifications, catching a glimpse of Paula leaning over to grab a sip of wine, revealing the curves of her as and legs to me and then not caring about ramifications, thinking of Jeri and then caring about them too much, trying to remember that I am supposed to breathe in and then breathe out like a normal human being. You know - Occupied.

We are about 40 minutes into the movie, and I am still debating with myself when I feel a set of legs hit my lap.

"Rub my feet again, Daddy! They are sore and need your attention!" she whines in that pleading daughter getting her way voice. My heart races. She is repeating the things that led to the "touching" last time. The game is on, the only question is, what game are we playing, and what does "winning" look like?

I place my hands on her feet and look back at her laying on the sofa. She has a smile on her face, and she closes her eyes as I begin to rub, I could have sworn I heard a light moan before turning her head back to the TV. I continue rubbing her feet, keeping them away from where my manhood is starting to awaken. Each time I switch feet, I lift that foot up a bit, and then put it down on my thighs, and then lift the other foot up and over the first. As I do this shuffling of the feet, I stare down those legs focusing on the apex where they meet, and the sight of her mound brings a thought of the pleasure that might lie under that thin layer of cloth. This has the expected effect of making my member hard as hell, and it is difficult to focus on her feet, much less the movie that is still apparently playing on the TV.

Now that I am transfixed on looking at her body, I begin to ever so slightly life her foot to get under the heel. This requires a slight bending of the knee on her part, which allows me to slightly twist her leg a bit so that there is now a small gap between her thighs where her mound was the only visible area, and now her sex is a bit more open to the air. I keep looking at her face, making sure she's watching the movie still, and not at me staring at her crotch, hoping to catch an outline of the shape of her lips. I put her right leg down just a bit further down my leg than before, and place it down on my thigh so the outside of her foot is on my leg, keeping that slight bend in the leg. Her left leg is still completely straight. I pick up that foot, and begin to rub for a few minutes, focusing on breathing normal and not hyperventilating from the illicitness of my behavior, as I am now specifically trying to maneuver her so I can get a better view of the most private areas of my stepdaughter.

I start rubbing her left foot again, and like with the right, I lift up and slightly bend her left knee, so I can rub under her heel. And again, put the outside of her foot down on my legs. She has now been situated so that her pussy is exposed. I take a glance up at her to see if she has reacted. I see her watching the movie and I get the feeling that she is purposely ignoring what I am doing for some reason. Normally, she would be moving around a lot. But she is holding her body stock still. Out of fear, trepidation, excitement, shock, anticipation, or maybe I am misreading, and she is simply engrossed in the movie? I look up her legs again, and I can now see a definite outline of her pussy through the material. I continue to rub and move around her foot to get a better angle, and watch as the movement creates a different outline as the material moves with her left leg. I try to glance back and forth from the TV to her body, soaking in the view and getting more and more aroused at my incestual thoughts.

Suddenly, she pulls her feet away, and I jump almost out of my seat. The next thing I know, a pillow is being plopped on my lap, and Paula is turning to lay on her stomach, with her head on the pillow.

"Rub my back, again, Daddy!" she pleads.

"I can think of anything I'd like more," I think I mumbled out.

Again, she put her hands under the pillow on my right thigh, and I am not quite sure how she didn't catch on fire from the heat emanating from my stiff as a board cock just inches away. I can smell her golden hair as I place my right hand on her shoulders, and try to think of anything else at this point. She is doing the exact same thing she did before where she touched my erect cock while I gave her a back rub. My heart races as I decide on whether this is going somewhere or time to back off. Having gone this far, and my libido getting the best of me, I make that fateful decision.

"Do you want me to use both hands again?" I inquire.

She almost moans out, "Oh, God, yes. Please!"

I turn, exactly as I had the last time, and I reach out for her right shoulder. I feel her hand slide under my shorts and there is no way my cock is not in that path of travel. I change my pivot so that I don't slam my rock hard cock against her directly, and only the base of the shaft is where we meet, but so that it slips in around her hand. However, because of the angle, it still is pushing against her pinky.

I start to rub her back, my constricted but full member is pushing against the side of her hand as I massage her shoulders. I stretch down along her upper back, which slides my cock away from her hand, and as I come back, it slams back into her, as if I were slapping it on her. She jerks away, like that was unwanted. That was awkward, and I lose a bit of the excitement.

"Sorry, you still OK with the massage?" I stammer out.

"YEEEEESS". She says in that exasperated teenager voice that only they can make. "Can you go lower? She asks.

I plan better this time, and instead of moving up and down, I sort of slide back and forth. To avoid that awkward slam again. However, this introduces the friction of my cock rubbing the outside of her hand, but now in a rhythmic motion as my cock slides alongside her hand. As I move back and forth, and the hardness increases, I feel her hand shift up, so that instead of sliding along the outside of her hand, my dick is now sliding through her uplifted hand, under 3 fingers and into her palm. I can feel her fingers curl around my cock, but without grasping it, so that each slow movement as I move up and down her back, moves my cock through a tunnel under hand. It took everything I had to not start fucking that loose tunnel, but to continue the loose slide through it.

It is getting harder, er , more difficult to focus on her back, as more and more attention is going towards me moving my body as I move up and down her back. At this point, I'm just rubbing up and down, no massage, no anything but up down, further and further so I can push my dick along that hand tunnel. I can feel the head passing under the heel of her palm as I lean forward, and I love having my cock all the way in, so I keep pushing further down her back until I can feel the head reach freedom through her perfectly cupped hand.

Funny how I am rubbing her back over 10-24" of movement, and yet, my cock stays perfectly under her hand, as if by magic and no one is overtly doing anything. Not that I care at the moment, as I am rubbing back and forth as much as I dare without actually "fucking" her hand.

"That feels so good, Daddy!" she breathes out, and I wonder if she is referring to the back rub or the rockhard shaft sliding back and forth under her hand. As if in response to my thoughts, she purrs a little bit and says, "I really like what you're doing, Daddy," and I feel just a slight squeeze from her right hand on my cock, making that "tunnel" just a little bit tighter. This encourages me to continue my up and down rubbing, and now I'm less trying to hide the fucking I am doing under her fingers.

I slide my hands further down, and pull her shirt up a bit, so I am touching her bare skin of her lower back.

"You're skin is so soft, baby girl," I tell her softly. "My hands just glide over it." She just moans, "Mmmm hmmmm" in response, "Feels good Daddy." I pull her shirt up further, exposing most her back to me, and I can see right down to her ass, and the curve of her globes coming together into her sweet crack, outlined perfectly by her thin, silky PJs that clung to her skin like water. On every downstroke, I push her skin towards her sweet ass, and as I come back up her back, this moves her body ever so slightly, so that her cheeks jiggle just a bit. My mind and eyes are consumed by watching her ass cheeks move, and I swear I can see them move a bit side to side as her hips sway just a bit back and forth. I continue to rub, but with each pass down towards her ass, I make sure I go just a bit further, and I pull back so her cheeks spread all the way apart before letting them go

As my cock slides back and through her hand, I watch the movements of her ass, and I can picture my hard cock sliding between them, and my breathing begins to shorten, as the situation takes complete control over me. I just want her to grab my cock so I can fuck her hand so hard and release, but I just can't break the façade that we aren't actually having sex in whatever fashion. It's just a part rubbing on a part, nothing more, so I continue the slow rub up and down, and the slow slide under that hand, each stroke making it more and more arousing.

For what seemed like hours, this slow movement continues, as my breath shortens and becomes more prevalent as my lungs try to keep up with my rapidly beating heart, and I hear her breath become more pronounced with each slide of my fingers. The ass sway seems to be increasing, and I seem to see her ass muscles tighten slightly every now and then, as if clenching or pushing downward. My brain and my dick can't take much more of this, but I keep at it, ragged breath after ragged breath. I watch her ass clench down and at the same time a moan reverberates against my leg as she presses her face into my hip. It's too much and I feel my balls tighten in response. I push down as hard as I can, sliding my cock all the way into her hand as it begins to jerk and spasm as cum floods out of the tip into my shorts. I let out a short grunt and then gasp for air as my body releases all that pent up tension with each spurt of cum.

I finish that amazing orgasm, and I realize that my fingertips are pressing into her lower back under her panty line, and I pull them slowly back up her body until I reach her shirt. I pull it back down, covering her skin from my view, and pat her gently.

"I hope that backrub helped you out", I manage to croak out, as I lean back into a more normal sitting position, my still erect but shrinking cock sliding back out from her hand as the wetness from my cum spreads over my thigh and leg.