My stepdaughter is driving me crazy (part 6)

Some time has passed. Katia’s away for work as usual. I have been fantasizing about Nadine ever since I watched her masturbate. I am undeniably obsessed with her. Some nights I can’t sleep properly. I keep thinking about her, her stunning beauty. How she’s making such an effort to seduce me. My desire for her is growing. I can’t hold back much longer. I’m really hopeless around her. My longing for her is so strong, that I can’t resist but to up my game as well. I’m not the innocent stepfather who is being seduced by her. I know the reality. I’m letting this happen. Because I like it. I love it! The pleasure is so intense, so heavenly! And she knows that I’m letting it happen.

I’m feeling the adrenaline rushing through my body as I’m putting on my long johns. I got them for a skiing holiday. There’s a reason why I’m putting those on tonight and not my trackpants. The long johns are like leggings, a bit looser, but one feature sets them apart from my trackpants. There’s a slit at the front. Its purpose is to pull your dick through the slit so that you can pee without pulling the pants down. It is handy when you’re in your full skiing gear. I’m slightly shivering. The adrenaline is pumping. What am I doing? My doubts are pushed away by excitement, by desire, by lust for Nadine. It’s bad. But I don’t want to resist it.

I’m sitting on the sofa just wearing a shirt and my long johns, covered by the large blanket. It’s a chilly night. Streaming another episode of the new series on TV. When I’m hearing steps from above I’m almost bursting with excitement. I’m adjusting my dick so that it is under the slit. The slit is barely open exposing a narrow strip of the skin along my shaft. My tip is well covered by the fabric. Nadine’s walking down the stairs. “Hey” she says. “Hey Nadine.” “Mind if I join you?” “Sure.” She’s wearing her nightdress as usual. I’m lifting up the blanket to invite her in. She’s taking a short look at my leggings. Did she see the slit? The strip of skin of my shaft must stand out. Skin color against the white leggings. She’s sitting next to me now. Under the blanket with me.

Nothing happens for some time. She’s shivering slightly. “Do you mind if we cuddle, just a little? So cold tonight!” she asks. There she goes! “Sure.” I’m lifting the blanket. Before I know what’s happening she has planted herself on my lap, sideways, one arm around me, head resting on my chest.