My Stepfather Wants Me

My Stepfather Wants Me

Lilac 20

Daisy 18

Mother 42

Stepfather 45

Mum re-married at the age of 40, when I was 18. I'd noticed him looking at me. Sometimes I got the feeling he was staring at me and I DID catch him staring at me occasionally. My name is Lilac.

When I turned 20, after 2 years of stable marriage with my mum, and after he had established himself in our household, my stepfather sat me down in my bedroom to talk to me. My sister Daisy (yeah, mum likes flowers) and my mum were visiting my grandmother and they were staying there overnight; so I was alone in the house with my stepfather.

"What do you think of me?" he asked.

"Alright, I guess. Mum seems to like you."

"But you don't?"

I shrugged. "You're not my dad."

"You CAN like someone even if they're not your dad," he said rather logically.

I just shrugged again.

"I think you're really pretty."

This time I looked up at him with raised eyebrows. He'd never said anything like that before.

"No, really. You are exceptionally beautiful. Your eyes, hair, face, skin. You glow. And...." Then his eyes landed on my chest; my tits to be precise.

"Th... Thank you," I said, feeling a bit disarmed by his unexpected complement.

"Your mother must have looked like this when she was younger. "

"May be," I shrugged.

"I wish I'd met your mum when she was your age or younger. "

"Eh? You don't like her now?"

"NO! No, don't get me wrong she's lovely, but it would have been even more amazing if I'd hooked up with her from your or your sister's age."

"Why?" I had concern in my voice.

"Just look at you, your flawless skin, your abundant shiny hair," he said, now running his hands over my cheek and hair, making me nervous and shiver. "Your body, so wonderfully curvy, so feminine... your boyfriend is very lucky," he said, putting his hands on my shoulders and running them up and down my arms, surprising me even more.

He was making me feel really uneasy now, the way he was talking and touching me.

"I'd love to see your tits," he said casually, just like that, but it was a slap in the face for me.

"WHAT!" I shot back at him, unbelieving what I had just heard. Did I just hear that?

"Just look at you... when you get dressed and see yourself naked, don't you admire yourself? Don't you think how beautiful and sexy you look?"

I was getting really confused and breathing heavily now with the way my stepfather was talking to me.

"I'd love to see you naked."

I was dumbfounded. Speechless. My known world shattered. The boundaries I thought existed in our family evaporated. I no longer knew what was real. First my tits and now completely naked?

"Your... you're not allowed to talk to me like that! You're my dad!" I continued to breathe deeply as if I'd been running.

"Stepdad," he corrected calmly.

"But you're supposed to be my dad now!" I pleaded. "Dad or stepdad... you can't talk to me like that."

"Even if you were my real daughter I'd still would have loved to see you naked."

My jaw dropped and my head began to spin as he leant towards me and kissed me on my lips. But before I could push him away he released my lips.

"W... What are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. Each passing second I was going deeper and deeper into a maze. My known reality a distant memory. "I'll tell mum." That was the ultimate defence I could come up with.

There was a long pause where we just looked at each other. I thought my threat stopped him. But at the same time I felt scared that he'll now get angry for threatening him.

"Do you really want to tell your mum?"

But his continued calmness was REALLY confusing me, disarming me.

"Your mum really likes me... no, loves me. She's finally found love after so many years of pain with your actual dad. Would you want to upset her again?"

"Eh? Why are you twisting this? It's you who's trying to hurt her." He was really messing with my head.

"I make her very, VERY happy. I love her. I treat her well. I take care of her needs in bed like no one ever did. Ask her."

"EEEOOWW! I'm not gonna ask about you and her in bed!" Then my head jerked down at feeling something. I gasped at seeing my stepdad cupping and squeezing my left breast! For a moment I blinked, unbelieving what my eyes were seeing. But then I pulled his hand away.

"Have you had sex with your boyfriend?"

"NO! I mean none of your business!" His change of tact confused me. Even before I could censure him for touching me inappropriately he swept me past that onto the defensive.

"So you just rub yourself instead... masturbate for relief."

I was left speechless again. It wasn't even a question. It was as if he knew about my sex life and what I did secretly in the privacy of my bed at night. True, I haven't had sex with my boyfriend yet, I'm still a virgin. I'm still not sure about him to do it with him. Sure, I let him grope me... you know, let him squeeze my tits and sometimes let him put his hand up my skirt. I've even given him occasional handjobs, only because I was dead curious to see what a cock looked like and definitely what it felt like.

"That's OK. Infact that's very good. Better to give yourself hand relief than to have sex with the wrong person or before you're ready."

Huh? How did the conversation move onto my sex life?

"Even though I have your mother to have sex with I still like to masturbate... you know, just my personal ME time and indulge in some illicit fantasies."

Why was he doing this to me? Why was he telling me these things? I don't wanna know.

Now I couldn't help but picture him with his hard cock, stroking himself. My heart raced. My mind a jumble.

"So does your mother..."

"Huh? What about my mother?" My wayward thoughts distracted me from reality. But as soon as he answered I absolutely regretted asking that question.

"You're mother also sometimes rubs herself, like you, even though I can fuck her whenever she wants me to."

"DAD! OHMYGOD!"

"I'm just saying, I'm glad you masturbate instead of..."

"OK! OK!"

"You're a good girl."

"I'm gonna tell mum," I threatened again. I didn't know what else to say or do. For some reason I was glued to my seat on the bed. I felt incapable of getting up and leaving his presence, may be because we were in MY bedroom after all. HE should be the one to leave my room. Silly, I know, but like I said I was in an alternate reality.

"Lilac, your mother is VERY happy with me. She's found much happiness with me after a long time. You know that. I know you do. Why would you want to tell your mum? I give her happiness, including sex, the way no man ever did and she loves it. She loves the way I lick her. Did you know no one had given her oral pleasure before? EVER? Not even your father? She absolutely loves that. Let me show you."

"Huh? What do... EEEEEEEKK." Before I knew what was happening he had quickly lifted up my legs, dived in between them, under my skirt, pulled aside my knickers and had his mouth on my pussy!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I started to pant and gasp. It felt great. But reflexively I tried to push his head away. No good. The more he probed and licked, even using his fingers, the more it felt good. Eventually I stopped trying to push his head away and instead actually began to hold his head and grind my pussy against his face. I couldn't help it!

"Yes, yes. OH, YES! YES DAD! YESSSS! YESS, DADDDYYYYY!!" I literally screamed out my incredible explosive orgasm. With both hands now I held his head wantonly thrusting my hips up at his head, pushing his face onto my pussy.

Oh, God, that felt SO good. Like NOTHING I had ever felt before. For a flashing brief moment I loved my stepdad.

I felt exhausted, drained. My arms flopped to my sides leaving my stepdad still between my legs, under my skirt, gently licking, rubbing and touching me, helping me to come down slowly in a luxurious floating dream.

My pussy still pulsed giving me delicious aftershocks and making me shiver, but slowly my breathing somewhat normalized and I came back groggily to the present.

He must have realized since now he pulled himself out from under my skirt and back up again, smiling at me.

"This is just one of the pleasures I give your mother. Do you really want to stop her getting that?"

"But why me?" I realized he still had his hand up my skirt, rubbing my pussy. Holding his arm with both my hands I pulled his hand off me, somewhat reluctantly.

"You're very pretty. You're young. You're still a teenager. I never had a girlfriend when I was young. I want to know what a young girl looks and feels like. I want to experience having sex with someone young like you. I missed out on all that when I was young," he finally confessed.

"Why?"

"I was too shy to talk to girls. I just watched porn and masturbated a lot, fantasizing about the girls at school and the teachers."

"But you're... you're so GOOD!" My still tingling pussy drove me to complimenting him, honest. I didn't mean to.

"Thank you. In my 30s I made it my mission to learn."

"Hold on, did you say you now want to have SEX with me? Not just see me naked?!" I gasped realizing what he had just said.

"Yes."

"That's it? Just YES?"

"I already told you all the reasons."

Jesus Christ. Who IS this guy?

"Is that why you married mum? So you can get at me?"

"No, not entirely. I love your mother. No question. She's a wonderful person; the best thing that's ever happened to me. But at the back of my mind I still had my fantasy, unfulfilled teenage desires. I thought if you were willing... I was hoping..." he shrugged.

It all became clear to me now; all those leering eyes, staring at me for the past two years.

Then he held up something in his hands and smiling he said, "Very nice. Very pretty," and to my surprise smelt it. To my shock I saw that he was smelling my knickers. I hadn't realized he'd even taken them off! He'd made me feel so good and made me cum so hard that for a while I was lost to reality, I hadn't known where I was!

"Very pretty. Pink is my favorite color. I'm glad you wear pretty underwear, like your mother. Can't understand some women wanting to wear ugly boyish-style underwear."

"You... you've been looking at my... underwear?" I gasped in shock.

"Sure. You're so pretty I wanted to know what you wore underneath."

"Wait, you've been through my underwear drawer?" I asked with incredulity.

"Sure."

I just stared at him blinking. His calm but shocking confession was so unreal, so unexpected I didn't know where I stood. He was stripping away all my personal boundaries.

"I'll keep these, for now," he said.

"Huh? Why?" I found myself asking.

"To masturbate with later."

Just like that! He said it so calmly, so inconsequentially that it just continued to mess me up. A dad or stepdad is just not SUPPOSED to talk like that to his daughter!

"I'll put it in the laundry basket later, after I'm finished with it," he added helpfully.

See what I mean?

Wait, is he gonna rub himself with them and cum in them? My dad openly confessed to doing that? Damn! Who IS this guy?

My pussy pulsed. I came back to the present once again and realized I was exposing myself to him. I quickly closed my legs, pulled my skirt down and sat back up again.

"Look, even if you get another boyfriend how often can you get together for sex... assuming you like him enough to want to have sex with him. You're not sure about your current boyfriend, anyway. I can fuck you whenever you want. Give you relief whenever you want. Let me tell you fucking is WAY more fun, and much better relief than you rubbing yourself with your fingers or hairbrush."

How did he know about my hairbrush? Had he smelt the handle? And he's talking about fucking. My stepdad is talking about actually fucking me. Trying to persuade me to let him fuck me, no less!

"So, what do you say? We can both help each other. I showed you how good I am with my mouth and my fingers."

"Dad, do you know what you're asking? It's crazy."

"Well, at least you're calling me dad finally. You must have really enjoyed..."

"DAAD! Don't say it! It's embarrassing as it is. You shouldn't have done that."

"You didn't like it?"

"Not what I mean."

"I love you, Lilac. You're a wonderful daughter. I wouldn't hurt you. Your mum's proud of you. As am I."

"You've got a strange way of showing it!"

"Loving sex is the BEST way to show you love someone," he countered.

"So you think all dads should fuck their daughters if they love them?" I challenged with my flippant question. But he surprised me with his answer!

"Why not, if they both enjoy it? Don't have to tell anyone," he shrugged.

"You WOULD say that, wouldn't you?"

For a moment I just looked at him.

"But you've got mum, you can have sex with her whenever you want... I can't believe I'm actually saying this!" I eventually pointed out.

"I already told you I want to experience touching, seeing naked and fucking a young girl like you. A VERY pretty girl like you."

There was silence for a few seconds to collect our thoughts, before I spoke once more.

"Dad, you DO know that you started all this by saying you wanted to see my tits, then see me naked. Now you want to fuck me." The words came out fro my mouth but I couldn't believe I said them.

"Well, I had to start somewhere. Couldn't dive straight into fucking, you'd have screamed."

"You made me scream anyway!"

We both laughed out aloud.

"You see how beautiful and happy sex makes us?" he said and leant in to kiss me. I didn't resist. Then I didn't stop him when he grabbed both my tits and squeezed them. I didn't resist because he had kind of worn me down and seemed to make it inevitable. Before I knew it he'd stripped me naked and he'd taken his clothes off. As I lay on the bed he stood by the bed naked, letting me see him, letting me see my first naked man. And I let him see me naked, like he'd been dreaming about for the last two years.

I couldn't take my eyes off his hard cock, only the second cock I'd ever seen. I couldn't believe I was looking at my stepdad naked. His cock was SO hard, pointing up, so aggressive looking in amongst his public hair! I couldn't help thinking mum saw him like this naked... probably every day.

"Truly incredible," he said admiring me. "So smooth and flawless," he said running his hands all over my naked body feeling up my tits, my belly and my legs, followed by kisses. When his mouth reached my pussy I shivered. He combed through my pubic hair, pulling on a few strands; he seemed to be enjoying himself.

"I'm glad you don't shave here, it's much more pretty with pussy hair," he said running his fingers through my pubic hair some more. "I asked your mother to stop shaving here the first time I saw her naked. I told her I want her pussy to be hairy."

"DAAD! I didn't need to know that!"

Then he was kissing my pussy again, making me gasp.

"Dad, I'm still a virgin. I was hoping..." I whispered. My last attempt to prevent the inevitable?

"It makes this even better!" he said with his passion clearly rising. He climbed onto the bed beside me before parting my legs and mounting me.

I knew this was going to be it. I was going to loose my virginity to my stepfather when in fact I was waiting - hoping -- to give it to my husband one day, preferably on my wedding night. Even whilst I was thinking these thoughts I felt his blunt cockhead pushing its way past my outer pussy lips; then into the entrance of my vagina. I held my breath.

"OW!" I screamed. And that was it. My romantic wedding night dream shattered, just like my hymen.

That night my stepfather took full advantage of us being alone for the night and fucked me repeatedly, thrusting into me had like a raging bull, living his dream of fucking someone young like me. I confess his energy rubbed off onto me and that it made for a memorable night for sure. Just having a hard cock rubbing the inside of my vagina simply felt delightful and awesome, dissipating my reservations and objections.

Having the weight of a naked man on top of me and being fucked was just wonderful. In fact him being my stepdad and what he had said simply wilted any worries I had -- well because I knew him and he wasn't going to hurt me. So I could simply relax and enjoy the fucking.

It was enthralling to be used like that, knowing that someone wanted me THAT much, that I was SO desirable to him. It boosted my ego!

It was also weird to know that this is what mum must feel when he's on top of her... IN her! Their naked bodies rubbing against each other... fucking. I had to shake my head to stop thinking about my mum and dad naked like that, it was getting TOO weird.

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The next morning, even before I was awake he had is cock in me and woke me up with his thrusts.

"Do... Do you do it to mum this much... this hard?" I was curious to ask.

"Sometimes... but no, not usually. You... You're making me hard... just looking at you... naked," he said, in between lungs. "But when I'm, er... fucking your mum and, um... I think of you she... gets the full hard fucking."

"Y... You think of ME when you're having sex with mum?!"

"Yes, sometimes I think I'm fucking YOU when I'm fucking your mum."

"Wow! Does mum know?"

"No, I'm sure she thinks about something naughty herself. I'm sure YOU must think about something naughty when YOU masturbate, like a teacher you like at college?"

I didn't answer.

When mum and Daisy returned it was difficult for me to look them in the eyes, especially mum after letting her husband fuck me. In fact he was touching me, kissing me and rubbing himself against me, right up to the point they entered the house!

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Now I knew what my stepdad meant, that fucking was WAY better than rubbing myself. I was hooked. From then on whenever we were alone at home we fucked frequently, mostly initiated by him but I grew more in confidence to occasionally ask him when I felt horny. And it was no longer a big deal for him to be touching my tits, grabbing my bum or my pussy anytime in and around the house. It's just the way our relationship developed.

His cock was the first one I learned to suck, and he even persuaded me to let him stick it up my bum. He said I should try it at least once. I was tempted to ask if he did it that way with mum but then I thought I didn't want to know. But knowing him I guessed he would have persuaded her to let him... after all he said he persuaded her to grow her pussy hair; to have her pussy hairy. But I just couldn't imagine mum with a hard cock up her bum! I'll never see mum the same way again!

All this time he was fucking me, he still showed his love for mum and had sex with her as before. I could see she was happy and still loved him. So he wasn't neglecting her, which was a relief.

As for my boyfriend I still fooled around with him giving him occasional handjobs -- because I still liked to see and feel his hard cock -- but I didn't feel I wanted to have sex with him, not just yet. Of course he was frustrated but that only made his cock that much harder for me to enjoy; AND it was funny to see how he strained when his cock hardened even more as I pumped him before it exploded!

Then a thought occurred to me. "Hey, are you gonna... OHMYGOD! Are you also gonna...? My sister?! Are you gonna... you know... have sex with Daisy as well?"

"She's 18 now and of legal age. We'll see."

I stared at him. But isn't it illegal to fuck your daughter, anyway?

"But I hope you will persuade her if she's unsure," he added with a glint in his eyes.

Daisy just turned 18, is he going to start on her at 18? That would be younger then me! And she doesn't even have a boyfriend.

The End?