Hidden dreams with my stepdaughter

I finally found them, after taking a breath of air first. “Sophia, I’m not sure this is a subject that the two of us should be discussing,” I told her, sounding like some tired old man, which in a way, I probably was.

She wasn’t about to let it go however as I soon found out. “I’m not asking for me…I’m asking for her, she really is worried about you,” Sophia stated somewhat seriously. “It’s not good, not healthy for anyone to go without sex for any long period of time, and I’m willing to bet, you aren’t and haven’t been have you?” she pressed.

Having put it in that context, I honestly believed my daughter was showing some real concern for my welfare, as strange as a subject it seemed to be. But at the same time, answering Sophia as opposed to directly answering my daughter seemed like the lesser of two evils.

“No, I haven’t,” I answered simply, once again hoping that would end it. I should have known better.

“But you at least jerk off, yes?”

“Occasionally, though not very often,” I actually heard myself saying to her, surprised when I did, though as I did, I felt an almost forgotten reminder of that as my prick throbbed inside my robe, once again making an appearance which I casually reached down in some attempt to conceal by crossing my legs and tugging my robe back together over it when I did.

She was again smiling at me, studying me for a moment. I almost excused myself to stand up and go dress, but it was going to be another moment or two before I could finally do that. That, or risk exposing myself to her the moment I stood.

“So when was the last time you even saw a naked woman?” she asked me, once again shocking, surprising me with her question. Though I answered her almost immediately.

“Last night,” I chuckled briefly, trying as I said that to lighten the mood somewhat, and relieve my nervousness. The fact was, it was the truth too, though I actually hadn’t really seen her naked, not entirely anyway. But then, I recalled that image of Dancy as she walked across the bathroom just before reaching up to close the door.

She I had seen for the first time since she’d been a little girl when suddenly she’d begun maturing, and Mia had to just about chase her around getting her to put clothes on rather than running around naked as she back then always tended to do.

I didn’t mention that part however, though it was now firmly ingrained in my memory and probably always would be.

“You didn’t see my tits though,” Sophia said, shocking me back to the present. “At least not when I was looking anyway,” she then added with a lusty smile on her face now as opposed to the more friendly one. Before I could even respond to that however, she had reached down, pulling her tight form-fitting shirt up and over her head. Now she sat in front of me, or rather they were as I sat open-mouthed just staring at her…at them. “You like my boobs?”

“Ah…ah yes, of course, but…but, I think, Sophia!” I said finally clearing my head. “I’m not sure it’s very wise, or very appropriate for me to be looking at them, even as beautiful as they are,” I added a bit more softly, which she chuckled at upon hearing.

“I don’t mind…really,” she told me, and now stood up. Sure enough, all she was wearing now was that tiny little black thong that hardly covered the folds of her pussy that I now found myself staring at.

“But I do,” I actually heard myself saying. “You’re young enough to be my own daughter, and you are in fact my daughter’s very best friend. What do you think Dancy would say if she were to see you like this?” I asked.

“I don’t know…we could ask?” She actually shot back at me. The fact was, she was serious as she said that.

I knew then it was time to retreat, hard on or no hard on. “Listen, I think it’s time we get dressed, at least it is for me anyway,” I said standing up. I knew damn good and well that she could see my erection too if she looked down, which I noticed she did just as I turned and began to head off back up the stairs. Though she caught me at the doorway.

“Mr. Edwards?”

That seemed a bit too formal under the circumstances, especially after all this. “Just call me Keith,” I told her once again, smiling back at her, though she now walked towards me, her beautiful bare breasts leading the way. As though frozen in place, I watched as she walked up to me, one hand coming up towards my face as she leaned forward kissing me on the cheek.

“Thanks Keith…for allowing me to stay here,” she told me. “And just so you know, anytime you change your mind, all you have to do is ask.”

**

Somehow we managed to get through the rest of the day and evening without any further mishaps or run-ins. I was also very cautious about closing my side of the bathroom door after using it that evening in preparation for bed.

Though the girls had brought most of their personal items with them when they came, they still had a few odds and ends along with one or two pieces of furniture which was theirs, including another chest of drawers which was sorely needed. The fact that I had a truck offered up the only viable solution to that. We’d drive up the next day, pack up what remained of their belongings, spend the night in a motel, and then make the drive back the next morning.

After we had in fact moved everything out, and spent some time cleaning up the place so that the girls could get their cleaning deposit back, it was already getting late. I’d halfway entertained the thought of just turning around and driving back, but I knew now I was far too tired to even attempt that. We soon located a rather inexpensive motel. I was prepared to book two separate rooms, but Dancy immediately squashed that, telling me it was one of those “frivolous” expenses we could no longer afford, which was correct.

We ended up booking a room with two queen-sized beds, one of which the girls would share together, which seemed like a logical solution, though even then I was somewhat worried about the close proximity we would have with one another. A fact that once again presented itself as I came out of the shower ready for bed as Dancy took her turn behind me.

Sophia had showered first and now sat on the edge of the bed towel drying her hair. All she had on was a bath towel which she’d wrapped around herself, but it also happened to be a rather small one, barely large enough for her to even close, especially around her more than ample sized breasts.

Sure enough, as she vigorously toweled her hair, the body towel she had on opened and fell off. Unlike before, this time she was entirely naked, and made no move to cover herself either. All she did was look up at me still shaking her head and say, “What’s the point? It’s just going to fall off again anyway,” she giggled. It was about the third time I’d seen her grab for it to keep it from coming undone before, but Dancy had been present at the time when she had. Now she wasn’t.

I smiled at her awkwardly, nervously, and said goodnight, sliding into my own bed, purposely turning my back towards her though that’s not the side I usually slept on. I knew that before the night was over, I’d wake up on the other side, but hopefully by then we’d be up and at it soon, and back on the road again.