Daddy to the Rescue

All of our kids are pretty independent and have been out on their own for some time, but when Christine (our youngest) divorced her husband, a little of the insecure little girl she once was came back. She and her two daughters had lived with us for three months while she looked for a new place of her own, one that she could afford. She had been living in her new apartment for about two weeks when I received the text from my wife asking me to stay with Christine at night over the weekend. It had actually been Christine that wanted me to stay, but she had asked Beth to ask me. She didn’t want to come off as a scared child to me, or at least that is the way Beth put it when she asked me to do it. At first I thought about saying no, she needed to learn to live on her own, but I had never been able to deny Christine of anything, and in the three months she and the girls had stayed with us, our bond had been rekindled, increasing her hold on me even more. So of course I said yes. It just so happened that Beth had to work nights that weekend, and that Christine’s ex had the girls, the main reason that she wanted me to stay. Christine had never stayed in the apartment alone, she always had the girls with her, and somehow in her mind she believed no one would bother a woman as long as she had kids with her, but without the kids she would be vulnerable.
So that Friday night Christine had a friend drop her off at my work, we went to my home and I picked up a few things then headed over to Christine’s apartment. She talked non stop all the way, an obvious sign of her being nervous, it was something she had always done. I just wasn’t sure why she was so nervous.
Her apartment was small, nothing more than a living room that was just big enough for her sofa, chair, and TV. There were two bedrooms, barely big enough for a bed, and a tiny kitchen.
I dropped my bag just inside the door, and Christine turned to me, hugged me tight and close, and then kissed me on the cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She cooed, hugging me again.
“It’s no biggie, Baby-girl.” I told her, returning the kiss on her cheek, and hugged my arms around her tiny waist.
“You can have the bed.” She said rapidly. “Since you have to work in the morning.”
“No, that’s okay. The couch will be just fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“Well okay, but the offer stands.”
“Thanks, but I can’t take your bed and put you on the couch.”
“It’s no problem, really.” Christine paused for a moment, her head tilted to the floor, but her eyes gazed up at me. “We…we could share the bed…if you want?”
“I think the couch will be fine, but thanks anyway.”
“If you change your mind¾”
“I’ll let you know.” I said with a smile, and she returned it.
“Well then… I guess I’ll go fix us something to eat. Why don’t you pick us a movie to watch?”
“Sure.” She was acting as if this was some kind of sleep over like the ones she had as a kid.
Christine heated us up some leftover chili and we ate as we watched her favorite movie, The Notebook. After the movie ended she picked out another and we sat back on the sofa and watched it, American Beauty. About half way through the second movie, Christine laid her head in my lap, curled her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around my knees.
Now I hate to admit it, but the feel of her warm breath, and flesh on my jeans, and the way her fingertips swirled on my knees, started to turn me on. I glanced down at her beautiful face lying in my lap, with her long golden hair spread out over my thighs like silk, and it didn’t help to stop my arousal, but added to it.
“I, I ah…” I tried to come up with some reason to get off the sofa, get her off my lap before my arousal was noticeable by her. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my cock started to twitch inside my jeans, and that there was no way she wouldn’t feel the movement. Luckily the movie came to an end, and Christine sat up next to me.
She gave me a look; it almost seemed that she was eyeing me, sizing me up. But I thought better, it was just the movie had put odd thoughts in my head. Christine stretched her arms above her head, and one found its way over my shoulders as it came down.
“I’m gonna take a shower, make yourself at home.”
Christine stood up and walked toward her bedroom. I sat back on the sofa and tried not to watch her tight little ass as she walked away. But I couldn’t help myself. She had a wonderful little body. Standing five feet three inches with a tiny waist, full hips, and long shapely legs, Christine had a perfect hour-glass shape. I guess this would be a good time to tell you that Christine is my step-daughter, though I had always seen her as my own.