Hidden dreams with my stepdaughter

I was shocked, but proud and relieved to hear her telling me this. She’d basically beaten me to the punch as it were. But…as I damn well should have known, I still wasn’t aware that there was another shoe that was going to fall here, so I didn’t really see it coming when it did.

“Just one thing, one small little favor I’d like to ask daddy,” she said, smiling at me the way her mother once used to do whenever she wanted something in particular. I guess I should have seen it coming, but didn’t until it was too late, especially after I answered her beforehand.

“Just name it baby, whatever you want.”

Dancy turned grinning broadly towards her girlfriend. “See? I told you he would understand!” Dancy beamed.

“Understand what?” I thought without saying it, now smiling stupidly in return as I sat there waiting for the rest of it.

“Obviously with me moving back, that put Sophia in a difficult spot as well as she could no longer afford to live there either. And she didn’t want to have to worry about looking for another roommate, especially as we’re best friends, and she doesn’t want to have to live with anyone else besides me. When I told her I really did have to move back home, at least until things change again, I assured her that you’d be ok with her moving back with me, living here at home with us!”

Once again I tried to sit there and smile like everything was perfectly ok, and must have managed it at least to some degree, though I was pretty much in a state of shock even then.

“My room is plenty big for the two of us,” she added. “And we certainly don’t mind sharing the same bed, we do that now anyway,” she informed me, once again reminding me of the close quarters they had been sharing together back in their apartment. “All we really need is another dresser, for her stuff. So, what do you say daddy? Is it ok if Sophia moves in with us for a while, at least until we all can get back on our feet again?”

“Sure baby…why not?”

I mean…what else could I say?

**

Almost immediately I was to discover that the three of us now living in this moderately sized home together would create a few unanticipated problems. When Mia and I had first purchased the place, it came with an unfinished basement. Something I had planned to eventually complete. At the moment however, it remained unfinished. All that was downstairs was the laundry room and plumbing for a second bathroom, which I’d not gotten around to yet either. Needless to say, that meant the three of us would be sharing the one and only bathroom.

Although the place had three bedrooms, the one at the end of the upstairs hall I’d turned into a study, though it was more like a storage and junk room as I’d really let the place go. Enthusiastically however, the girls agreed to help me fix the place up again, and give them a quiet decent place to study in. Sharing the one bedroom together, which connected to the bathroom we both shared, me on the other side of that would prove interesting, not to mention take some getting used to as I was soon to discover.

With a long day ahead of us as we all settled in, the girls had decided to retire early, just as I decided to do as well. Having lived alone for so long now, I’d gotten into some personal habits that I would soon need to make some adjustments for. The first of which was walking out of the bathroom into my room to undress, leaving the connecting door open, which I did.

I had sat down on the end of my bed, taking off my shoes and then my pants along with my underwear. As I very often did, sleeping in the nude, I then lay back on the bed just relaxing there for a moment, thinking about the day’s events. With my feet still dangling over the end of the bed lost in thought, I didn’t at first hear the door to my daughters room open, nor did I hear or realize what was going on before it was too late. Sophia had of course entered the bathroom. Bad enough that I was half sitting, laying there on the end of my bed naked.

Thank god that I didn’t have an erection! When I heard the all too familiar sound of someone ‘tinkling’ I sat up. Not that I was offended by that, not at all. Just surprised by it, especially since I hadn’t heard that particular sound for years now. In my somewhat tired confusion, I almost expected to see my wife sitting there instead of Sophia, had it been Dancy, I might have believed it was actually her for a moment. But at least seeing Sophia sitting there brought me back to reality. The problem was, I was now standing, looking at her naked as she sat there on the toilet peeing, looking at me. And smiling.

At first I didn’t know what to think, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind all at once. I found it shocking that she hadn’t closed the door. But then I wondered if upon seeing me laying there on the bed the way I was, that in her doing so, she might have worried about embarrassing me and decided not to do so. Had I continued to lay there the way I had been without sitting up, I wouldn’t have seen her, only heard her. Now here I was standing in front of her, entirely naked watching her pee, though again…she was smiling.

“You need to use the bathroom?” she actually asked. “I’ll be done in a minute,” she then added, grabbing a wad of tissue, which I then watched her use as she slipped it down between her legs, wiping herself. I was again dumbfounded with her unworried, unconcerned activity. Especially when she stood up, only then reaching down to pull her very tiny black thong up covering herself. It was perhaps only a second or two that I had seen her, at best. But for the duration of time she had given me, I had actually looked upon her totally bare pussy.