My Step-Daughter Brooke

For many years, I had had a close relationship with my step-daughter, Brooke. My wife had been quite sick and almost bed-ridden for about 8 years and Brooke had become a close friend, and one with whom I could share intelligent conversations with.

Often my routine after work was to come home and prepare dinner – Brooke usually sat in the kitchen with me and we chatted about pretty much everything.

From the age of about 14, Brooke’s conversations started to become focussed around boys & sex & stuff like that. We developed a very open and uninhibited relationship with our conversations – she could ask me pretty much anything and we’d talk about it, no problems.


After about 12 months of this, Brooke had had a few boyfriends – nothing special or long term, just the usual teenage thing. At this stage we had taken to going for walks together after dinner, sometimes sharing a beer as we walked, and just having a nice chat – nothing weird or kinky, just perfectly innocent conversation.

She told me about how she felt about her current boyfriend, how far she’d gone with him, how far she was thinking about going etc. “You know, Dad, this guy is the first guy I’ve considered giving a Blow Job,” was one of her comments after one of her longer relationships.

Whether she did or not with that guy, I don’t know, but the relationship ended soon after and she hooked up with a new boy friend who she fell head over heels for. Needless to say, after a month or so, the conversations became even more interesting!

I did enjoy the companionship, even though I knew that I was using Brooke as a substitute for the company of my wife, whom I hardly ever saw.

The situation progressed to the stage where, shortly after Brooke’s 16th birthday we would often sit in the lounge room after dinner, after the dishes had been done and the other younger kids had gone off to bed, and have a few drinks and a nice chat.

One evening we were chatting away and, I must confess, we’d both hit the white wine a bit hard! We’d got on to the topic of her current boyfriend, and how things were progressing there. By all accounts, everything was going well, and progressing steadily. It was most interesting hearing from Brooke how things had panned out, from the first tentative kisses & cuddles about 6 months ago, to the mutual masturbation session last weekend.

“I gave him a hand-job last weekend at the party, Dad”, she gleefully told me. “Shit it was messy. He came all over me!”

“And what did you think of that?” I asked

“Well, I didn’t mind it too much and because he had my top pulled up to my shoulders I didn’t get any on my clothes, but it was all gooey & sticky”, she replied with a grin.

“Well, then what did you do?” I asked

“Nothing, just got cleaned up and went back to the party”

“So, you didn’t go further?”

“No. Um. Well, yes, a bit. I let him finger me but no sex. I’m not ready for that yet. Soon, I think I will be, but it wasn’t right at the time. Mind you, I could do it now, I think. Where is he? I wish he was here!” she giggled. Obviously the wine was really starting to kick in!

We talked for a bit longer about general stuff, then she said she was feeling a bit woozy and thought it would be a good idea to have a bath. I agreed that it would be a good idea, so she got up and staggered down to her bedroom.

I watched her as she walked away, noticing with pleasure how well her ass filled her tight jeans, how good her slender long legs appeared inside their denim covering, the nice hips tapering up into a nicely pinched waist, then filling out again to wide shoulders. My little girl was certainly turning into a stunning young woman.

Mind you, whilst I could look at my daughter and appreciate her figure from a male’s point of view, I only felt a wave of fatherly pride toward her. No lustful thoughts crossed my mind at all. Honestly! Even with the wine in my system!

Anyway, I turned my attention to the rubbish currently playing on the television. Having decided that there was nothing worth watching, I was considering putting on a video when I heard a thump and a muffled cry from the bathroom.