Hidden dreams with my stepdaughter

I mean not like there was a lot to see at that angle or anything like that, just enough to know it was bare…and that I had seen it as she now turned showing me the near perfect backside of her ass as she walked over to the sink and began washing her hands. “Go ahead if you need to,” she now added as she stood there. “And don’t be shy…I’m used to it, and no sense flushing it yet either, why waste the water?”

For some reason, that comment seemed to shake me out of my trance, making me realize I was standing there naked when she said that. Almost at once I first drew my hands over, covering myself, which she giggled at. I now watched as she reached down, pulling that skimpy football jersey up and over her head as she walked towards the open door on her side. And though all I saw was her bare back, across the room as she entered it,

I now saw my own stepdaughter. She too was entirely naked, waiting to come in. They passed one another in the bedroom sharing a smile, and then Dancy looked up seeing me still standing there, though thank god I had my hands over my private parts. Unfortunately, she didn’t. But what she did do, which Sophia hadn’t done, was walk over pulling my door closed. Though like Sophia, she too smiled at me without a hint of embarrassment.

I knew then, there’d have to be a few rule changes around the house, most of which I myself was going to have to observe and adhere to.

It didn’t get any better the following morning either. If anything, it got worse.

**

I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, something I hadn’t done for a few years now. Just smelling it was invigorating as I climbed out of bed, and eventually made my way downstairs. Maybe having the girls living with me wouldn’t be so bad after all, especially if I was to wake up to already made coffee every morning. What I should have guessed at and realized, was that Dancy had never been a morning person, and probably would never be either.

If she had the opportunity to sleep in, she did so for about as long as possible until she absolutely had to get up. Sophia on the other hand was one of those people that got by on six hours sleep, if that. And like me, had to start off her day with a nice steaming cup of the brew. As I followed my nose into the kitchen, I was soon to discover another issue I felt would eventually have to be addressed.

Sophia, though sitting at the table, had even more revealing clothing on than she had last night. At least she did the way I saw it. She had on what was obviously a man’s sleeveless underwear shirt, which looked painted on. Especially as it highlighted her rather large breasts, both nipples of which could be clearly seen pressing against it as she sat there. Thank god she was at least sitting down at the moment, visions of her wearing that all too brief tiny thong would have been more than I could have handled.

“Morning!” she said bright and cheery, about to stand up in order to pour me a cup. Seeing that, I headed her off however.

“Don’t bother, I’ll get it!” I said perhaps a bit too loudly, almost wincing upon hearing myself, though Sophia merely resituated herself back into her seat, taking a sip of her coffee. I had to tear my eyes away from her chest as she did that, walking past her towards the kitchen counter. She had laid out two more empty cups, one of which I then turned over, filling it. As I did so, I looked down at myself and nearly panicked.

All I had on was my robe, and nothing else. Once again, my typical morning attire as I most often went outside, grabbed the paper while waiting for the coffee to finish. After which I would usually sit down at the table, or most often during the summer months, head outside to the patio and sit there reading it. If it got warm enough, I very often took off my bathrobe and did so naked. But not today.

Today, as I looked down, I saw my erection, or rather the end of it poking through the opening in my robe. I very often had a morning “pee-hard” as I called it, and had never really given it much thought until now. But this one was of course more than that. It most likely had been at least half of what it was now when I’d first come down the stairs without really thinking about it. The moment I had glanced at Sophia’s breasts however, even for the second’s time that I had, it had been enough to awaken it to full staff.

There was no fucking way I was going to keep it hidden from her dressed the way I was. All I could think of to do was to fill my cup, and then walk back to the table sort of the long way around, and then slide into my chair, almost backing into it when I did. It might look weird as I did that, but at least I’d hide the obvious from her in doing so. Finally retaking my seat, I did in fact receive a curious look from her as I sat down, but she never said anything.

“Been a long time since I’ve woken up to the smell of fresh coffee,” I told her.

“Bet it’s been a long time for a number of things,” she quipped looking at me over the rim of her cup as she took another sip. All I could think of to do was smile back at her without saying anything. Which perhaps she took as approval to carry on with our discussion.

“Dancy tells me you haven’t started dating yet,” she said suddenly out of the blue. Once again I was surprised that my daughters’ concern over my personal life, or rather lack thereof, would have been a topic of conversation between the two of them.

“Not ready yet,” I responded hoping that a simple answer would be enough to end it, and leave it there. But it wasn’t.

She did nod her head as though accepting and understanding that, which again was what probably helped to catch me off guard.

“Yeah, I can sort of see why you wouldn’t want to get into another long term relationship with anyone just yet, Dancy told me about your first wife too,” she added then continuing, “but what do you do about finding any relief in the meantime?” she boldly asked.

At first, I didn’t realize what it was she was actually eluding too. I was as yet a bit confused, my head not fully cleared yet from waking up, not to mention the fact I was still having difficulty not staring at her nearly exposed tits, or clearly revealed ones anyway.

I actually thought for a moment she was talking about my diet or something, the way I’d been eating, and that perhaps I was experiencing or having some sort of stomach problems or some such. I guess the expression on my face once again told her to continue on with her bold questioning, especially as I didn’t exactly respond or head her off in doing so.

“Do you just masturbate? Or do you at least have a fuck buddy?” she now asked.

“Excuse me?”

She now laughed, though I was now in an even greater state of shock as my mind tried to register what she’d just said.

“Dancy’s worried that that’s probably all you’ve been doing,” she now told me, stunning me even more, that my own daughter, even stepdaughter, might raise such a question with her regarding her father’s sex-life. “Obviously, she’s not about to ask you directly about it, but I promised her I would if given the opportunity, which obviously…I have,” she said once again taking a sip of her coffee before sitting it down in front of her. An action that immediately drew my attention back to her chest as I fought for words to say.