As I stand outside her bedroom door in the dark I can hear her gently roll over in bed. Her light has been off for about 3 hours, almost immediately after taking her nightly shower.
There is a faint glow from under the door, a nightlight she has used since she was three. Old habits die hard, at 19 you would think she would be over that.
Checking my watch, I see that it is just 12:01am, June 17 2012. Father's Day, and my gift is just a few feet away.
Let me explain. My step daughter Sara is now a college freshman, learning the ropes, and finally doing better after a disastrous first semester. My wife and I were very happy when she announced that she was coming home for the weekend, starting with dinner out and a movie Friday. We had a really nice time. The Avengers was playing at the local theatre, we all had a good laugh. Dinner was sushi (nice metaphor for what was to come, but more on that later.), something we enjoy just about every Friday. Saturday Sara didn't seem as pleased or happy as she did the night before. My wife and I both chatted her up, turns out she was just upset with herself for not getting me a Father's Day gift.
'Don't worry sweetie, it's just great to have some time with you' I told her in all sincerity. It was also nice seeing her tight young body in the skimpy outfits girls wear these days. I guess I am not all that good of a step dad........
'Ricky...' she said, using the pet name she had used for me since about age 3 when I came on the scene. 'How about on Father's Day I just do anything for you that you want? Let's make it your special day, you don't have to lift a finger, just tell me what to do... ok?'
I have to confess that I hesitated. Could I really have her at my beck and call for the day?
I had to ask, my wife grabbing my left hand as I did 'Sure sweetie, what did you have in mind? Anything in particular, or just whatever I want?'
Before she could answer, my wife (bless her) chimed in. 'You heard her honey, anything you want. She's good for her word, aren't you Sara?' I think she realized what she had just committed to by the look she gave me she said my step daughters name.
Sara just nodded and went back to texting as usual, my wife kissing me gently and giving me a deep, probing look.
Later when we were alone, my wife sat me down and said 'you know what this means don't you?'
Assuming that she meant that there were limits, I told her of course I did, and that I wouldn't take undue advantage of her offer (you can imagine how disappointed I was, but oh well!).
'No' my lovely wife said. 'This means that you get to have her do EXACTLY what you want her to do, and I am committed to helping thanks to me opening my big mouth! Let the monster out honey, this is your chance, I won't stop you. In fact, I will live up to my side and help if you need it. Or if you want it' she said, looking coy.
What could I say? I love my wife, now I loved her even more. Our sex life, hot as hell for the first years of our marriage had cooled considerably in the past 3 years, you see my wife is 10 years older than me, now 56 to my 46...... to my step daughters 19.
So there I was, at the start of 'my' day.
Now, let me describe my step daughter. At 19 she is slender. I mean SLENDER. She might weigh 95 pounds, but I doubt it. He has medium long hair, a pierced nose, tongue, 3 piercings in one ear, 2 in the other both with small gauges. She got her first tattoo at 16, a nice music note on her left hip, just above her panty line. She has a couple more now, one on her back, one on her thigh.
Cute as a button, with lovely firm breasts and an ass to die for. She wears this yellow bikini in the summers, when it's wet the bottoms are completely see through so I know she shaves her pussy, at least around her cunt lips. Her nipples are small and tight, with small areolas, just the way I like them. I only know because I can see them every time she leans over. The net effect of the push up bra she wears is to expose her nips just enough!
As I open the door I can just see her left arm outside the light sheet over her body, a slight rise where her breasts are. She is still wearing a camisole or some such garment, with a black bra underneath. Oh well, might be fun removing them, but I was hoping for slightly easier access.
Sitting on the bed wakes her slightly. As I brush the hair away from her eyes she starts, clearly realizing that someone is there.
'what....' She says, stopping when I put my finger to her lips.
'It's Father's Day sweetie, I am just here to start collecting my present' I whisper, gently kissing her forehead, smelling her clean skin.
'Ricky, it's still the middle of the night, what do you expect me to do...... go away, I will make breakfast in the morning....... I'm tired!' she says, rolling over face down on the bed.
Straddling her I gently run my fingers through her hair, gently massaging her shoulders, kissing her on each one at a time.
'That's ok Sara' I tell her. 'Right now all I want you to do for me is to just lay there.'
'mmmmm' she moans softly as I massage her neck.
Gently sliding her bra straps off her shoulders gets a reaction. She tries to roll over, both her arms coming up from under the sheet.
'What are you doing?' she demands, twisting her face around, glaring at me but unable to move the rest of her body due to the weight I am putting directly on her lower back.
