Stepdaughter-to-be pt.5

This is part five. As I mentioned at the end of the last installment, we are about to get found out by Rachel. The lead up to the sex part is kind of long, but if you’ve read the last four parts, you know I am long-winded and I like to take my time getting into things. If you want to skip the lead in, go right down to part two.



Thursday came and went without incident, though I noticed Rachel was a bit off all day. She joined in in the conversations, it just seemed like she was somewhere else all day. My own guilt at my actions over the last week had me thinking she must know something, but she didn’t say anything out of the ordinary. Friday was different though. After work I came home to an empty house (part of me hoping I would get a repeat of last week’s Friday action) that was actually empty this time. Amy must be at choir practice and Rachel wasn’t home from work yet. I flopped down on the couch, deciding to kill some time watching TV until somebody came home.

Rachel got home first and came in through the garage. She came into the living room and said hello, leaning down to kiss me. She sat down next to me on the couch and snuggled up, pressing her lithe body against my own. God damn, I lost touch with just how sexy this woman was. The last week I had been unable to keep my mind (and hands) off of her daughter and it had left me too tired to really appreciate everything she had to offer. I made a mental note to fuck her good and hard the next chance I got. She tilted her head back to signal she wanted a kiss, and I leaned in, pressing my lips to her soft, warm mouth. And then I just had to open a can of worms.

“I’m glad to have you back. Last night you were so quiet I thought you were mad at me or something.” I said. It was out of my mouth before I even thought about what I was saying, forgetting the cardinal rule of guy-dom…..never ask a woman what is wrong.

“No, not at all. It’s just…..this might be uncomfortable for you to hear, because I know you think of her as a little girl and all. The thing is, I found a ripped pair of Amy’s panties laying on the floor next to my night table yesterday morning when I got up. And I mean ripped! The side straps were both torn like they had been ripped off.” She said, with an odd look on her face. I was quiet, and just let her continue, refusing to add anything more.

“I mean I always knew that she would be sexually active someday, but she still seems young to me. I lost my virginity at sixteen though and got pregnant with her when I was nineteen. I guess she’s not that far ahead of me, her birthday is in a month” I was still silent, just letting her talk and wanting to see where she was headed.

“It’s just that it seemed so…..kinky. Don’t get me wrong, you know what I like, I don’t have a lot that is off limits. It’s just at first it seemed disturbing to me to think that she was having sex in her mother’s bed, especially “crazy rip my panties off and fuck me” sex. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt ok with it. I just have to keep in mind that she isn’t a little girl any more, even if she seems like she is to me sometimes. I have noticed that she is dressing a little sexier. I remember the thrill of thinking I could turn boys on with the way I dressed, it was hot.”

“Yeah, she is a pretty girl.” I offered. I was terrified of saying anything wrong. I hoped I could get out of this unscathed.

“But why our bed? I’m sure it doesn’t bother you as much as me. She’s not your daughter, after all. Have you seen any boys around before I get home? You’re usually home before I am, and I haven’t seen her with anybody.” She wondered.

“No, she usually comes home alone and goes right to her room.” I said. I left out the part about me usually following her there

“Maybe I’ll talk to her about it at some point. How do you bring something like that up though?” She asked me. I’m sure she was just thinking out loud, she was getting up as she said it. She started walking toward the stairs and I said-

“I don’t know, might be better to just ignore the whole thing, you know? She’d probably be too embarrassed to tell the truth” I said, hoping she would take my advice.

“Maybe. Maybe I should just leave her be. She obviously has a bit of a secret life that she’s not ready to share with me. I guess you’re right, I doubt she’d tell me anything if I asked.” she said as she started up the stairs to change.

She was upstairs for quite a while, long enough that Amy came home while she was still up there. The minute she came home I frantically waved her over to me. She could see by the look on my face I wasn’t calling her for action, something was wrong. I told her in hushed tones that her mom had found the panties by her bed and knew that she had had sex, but not with whom. She freaked the fuck out and asked me what we were gonna do. I told her to play it cool, maybe it would blow over.

Nothing else happened that night. We had dinner and I tried to stay awake on the couch, but my early morning got to me and it was my turn to nod off. Rachel woke me up and told me I needed to go up to bed, I was snoring away and needed to sleep for real. I slogged my way up the stairs, my conversations with Rachel and Amy this afternoon the last thing on my mind.

I woke up to Rachel shaking me. I looked at her and she had been crying.