Our Time Together

This chapter does not include any sex, just an intoduction and a prelude to what is to come.






CHAPTER 1




Although her real father has always been somewhat in her life my stepdaughter (Anna) and I have always been extremely close. During the fourteen years I have been in her life she has only called me daddy a few times and I had never pushed her to do so. I always felt I should be as good as a friend to her as well as daddy, I seemed to work great. Over the years I have always communicated with her on a higher maturity level than her mother had so she always seemed to act more mature with me, not afraid of how I would react. I was always the disciplinary as well as the one she came to when she had questions or problems. I didn’t mind it seemed to make us closer.





I want to give you a little history between us. During her junior high school days I started noticing how she would act differently when her mother was away, she even dressed differently to just hang around the house on weekends when it was just me and her. She has always been and still is a tom boyish girl, with her short black hair and her long skinny legs. She never got into dresses and the other frilly things other girls her age were into, she always wore jeans and t shirts and never showed any more of her body than she had to. I remember the fight she put up when her mother made her wear a swimsuit instead of her normal shorts ant t-shirt while on vacation. This year was a little different, she started wearing those short cotton shorts and spaghetti strap tank tops around the house, showing way more of herself than ever before and I was noticing her more than ever before. Bless her heart she never had a reason to wear a bra so the thin shirts left little for the imagination and the shorts just hung loosely on her thin frame giving a clear view of her cotton school girl panties that she wore every time she sat down or bent over but she didn’t seem to mind. I got used to her new wardrobe when it was just me and her but she would quickly put on her regular clothes if we had visitors or when her mom was to be home. I couldn’t believe I found myself looking forward to our time alone being able to see her budding breast and her little girl panties.




Thoughts of how my little girl was growing up often distracted me while we were together, seems like I was always waiting for another opportunity to catch a peek of her cotton wrapped mound or a peek of her creamy little nipples. Over the next few months it seemed I was answering a lot more questions about girl’s bodies and giving my opinion on how certain clothes looked on her as she started becoming a little more risqué with her wardrobe. It was hard to admit it to myself but I was starting to stay turned on by her and her becoming of age and found myself encouraging her to feel good about her body. As she got more comfortable wearing smaller clothes she seemed to worrying less about closing her door while changing clothes or worried about me seeing her in her panties as she started sleeping in just her shirt and panties.