Step Daughter_(2)

Step Daughter


Sharon was nine years of age when her Mother and I married. There was no difference to her and any other child her age, well nothing I could put my finger on. But I just didn’t like her very much. Don’t get me wrong, I tried my hardest to be a good Dad but we just never got on. Her natural Father didn’t live too far away and she would run off to his house if a decision were made at our house that she didn’t like. Mostly petty rules about what time she had to be in by, bedtime or use of phone (No computers in them days). She was only trying to blackmail us into getting her own way, typical child like tantrums. She gradually gave up when she realized her Dad was phoning us to let us know where she was and that his rules were very similar to ours.

When she reached her teens and started to develop she had a body to die for, she was far from ugly looking but she wasn’t the prettiest either, but amongst her friends she had the finest sexiest body of all by far. Long slim well-shaped legs that finished at the cutest bubble shaped arse ever. Wide child bearing hips, (as my old mother used to say) flat firm stomach, topped by at least a 36 inch C cup pair of firm looking boobs. She always dressed well, nothing too provocative but sexy, tight jumpers or blouse, skirts down to mid thigh and stockings to just above her knees, no suspender belt so they must have been self-support. No wonder that the boys were always knocking the door or hanging around outside. She was popular with the girls as the house was always noisy with her and her friends running around. I tried my hardest to not look, but I am an ordinary man.

We still didn’t get on too well it was more like we tolerated each other for her Mothers sake. I didn’t treat her wrong and tried to help as much as I could, with money or driving her to wherever, I even tried comforting her when it was needed.

My work took me away from home for 3 month at a time, but then I would be at home for 3 month. My wife had a part time job for 3 mornings a week; our life together was pretty good. I earned good money, we had a holiday every time I returned home from work, and our sex life wasn’t too bad. All in all I was happy with my life.

One morning the wife had gone to work and Sharon had as I thought gone to school; I was lying in bed and feeling really horny, I had to take care of myself as I couldn’t wait until my wife got home. I was lying there, the blankets thrown back cock in hand slowly wanking, I was getting closer and closer to finishing, and just as I shot my first load onto my stomach I heard a gasp, I opened my eyes and Sharon was in the door way, I couldn’t do anything I kept on spurting, trying to hide myself pulling the blankets up, all the while (which seemed for ever) Sharon was stood there wide eyed mouth open saying “Oh my God”. She then ran out of the room.

I cleaned up got dressed and went downstairs. Sharon was there and when she saw me she backed away. I apologised explaining that I thought she had gone to school and that I would never do anything to upset her. I asked her why she had come into our bedroom, as she never usually did. She explained that she had overslept and missed the school bus and had come to ask if I would drive her to school. I agreed to if she still wanted, she said she had an exam she couldn’t miss so off we went.
On the way to school I apologised again and asked if I had upset her and what can I do to make it up to her. She said she wasn’t upset just more shocked, as she had never seen anything like that before. I was glad to hear that, as after all she was only 15. I apologised again and said that really she shouldn’t have seen that until she had a boyfriend that she really liked and was a couple of years older. She told me she had seen a couple of boys before when her friends were with them but that she had always left when her friends went that far. She wanted to know what that white stuff was that shot out of the end of it. But by the time I had thought of an explanation that would be both practical and non abusive we had reached her school. She asked if I would pick her up after school and tell her then.

I met her after school and gave her an explanation, she said I made it sound boring but she had been thinking about it all day and had found it exciting. She had even asked her friends about it, a couple had said they had done it to their boyfriends, some had watched their boyfriends, one even offered to let Sharon watch her and her boyfriend. I asked if she had told them about seeing me but she hadn’t (thank god), but she would like to watch me again. Boy did I want to but I explained that it would be wrong and that we can’t do it again. She looked disappointed and sat in the corner of her seat in one of her childish huffs.

As time went by she started to come into our bedroom in the mornings, no knocking just walking in quietly, sometimes when her mother was there but mostly when she was in work. Her skirts were much shorter and she would stand close to the bed with her legs slightly apart, her school blouse was open a few buttons showing plenty of cleavage, she looked really good but I knew what she was doing and I was damned if I was going to give in to her. In the evenings she would lay on the settee watching TV her feet were pointing towards me and she would open and close her legs giving me plenty to look at, a couple of times she had not put any knickers on. She would always be upstairs when I came out of the bathroom after showering, or walk in the bathroom when I was in the bath, but she always apologised explaining she didn’t realise I was in there. When her mum was working and she was off school she would walk around the house in her pyjama’s, which consisted of very loose very short legged shorts, and a thin practically see through top, no bra or knickers. She would walk to and from the bathroom to her bedroom naked after showering. I was as horny as hell and really wanted to bed her but I never gave in. I didn’t want to ruin my marriage and cause all sorts of problems.

I told her in no uncertain terms that all this had to stop; I told her that I had photos and video (a total lie) that I would show her mother if she didn’t stop. She denied doing anything wrong and that it was my fault for wanking in front of her and that I was an old pervert. I called her bluff and told her to tell her mum or anyone, but not to forget I had proof.

Our relationship went downhill from there. After a few years she married and had children, 2 boys and a girl. I loved them dearly and we babysat every opportunity we got. The children would stay with us for weekends to give their parents a break. We had a great life with them and every time the children were asked if they wanted to come to visit us or their other grandparents they always chose us. When asked why, they explained the other grandparents were very old and no fun. Although their other grandparents were the same age as us, I was chuffed to death with this explanation.
On some days when we were visiting at Sharon’s house she would still try to tease me with flashing parts of her body “accidentally”.