I am a man now in his late thirties (knocking on 40 would be a better term) who never thought what I'm about to discuss would happen to a guy like me - especially in my own household.
Face it; even as a younger man, I never considered myself attractive. I've been 5'10 most of my adult life and inherited my dad's tan coloring, dark brown hair and brown eyes. I'd gone from skinny (if 180 pounds was considered skinny) during high school to around 225 at present.
I always considered myself an average guy at best, even with a good job, a house and a Mercedes, both of the latter I own free and clear.
I met my now ex-wife Naomi when we were in our late teens at camp through our mutual friends, Adam and Janis. We got married when I was 20 and Naomi 19. We hadn't planned on raising kids; I didn't really want them and Naomi couldn't have any.
We ended up with a child anyway when Adam and Janis were killed by a drunk driver and to our surprise, they named us as guardians for their daughter, Tiffany.
The free-living life of travel, an active social life, and nights of endless sex ended when we became instant parents of sorts to an adorable, blonde three-year-old girl while still in our early twenties.
I surprisingly found myself loving Tiffany and doted on her. On the other hand, Naomi seemed to resent having her in our lives and only bothered with the child when it was necessary.
I don't know if she was jealous of the time I spent with Tiffany, but it wasn't long before our sex life began to waver and I discovered Naomi was seeing other men.
Naomi and I finally divorced when Tiffany was thirteen and she continued living with me. She was already showing promise of transitioning from a pretty little girl into a beautiful young woman and I'd gone from being "Daddy Pete" to just plain Peter.
Things started becoming odd once Naomi was out of the house. As she emerged into her teens, Tiffany's behavior seemed different. I dismissed it at first, but looking back, I have to wonder if she'd sending me "signals" that she had a much deeper interest in me than just being her guardian.
Gazing at me with those intense blue eyes from across the dinner table, her hands "accidently" moving down my back and brushing my ass while she hugged me, pressing her now well-endowed breasts against my body when she reached over me to get something, increased quick kisses on the lips, and wearing skimpier clothes around the house that left little of her beautiful body to the imagination were just a few I remember.
Did all those things arouse me? I'm not going to lie and say they didn't. I spent many nights jerking off from the effects of what Tiffany was doing, though I would never considered sleeping with her.
Tiffany was not only way too young and I'd raised her from the time she was three, but I also hadn't plan getting involved with another female after my messy divorce from Naomi.
A few months before Tiffany graduated from high school, she came home with a two of her friends while I was fixing the DVD player. I was bent over and engrossed in my project when I felt someone grab my ass.
I jumped at the sensation as the girls laughed.
"Looking good, Peter!" Tiffany said.
I returned a nervous laugh. "Hi, kiddo."
"I'm going out with the girls. Is that okay?"
"Just be back by midnight." I gave her the car keys. "Seat belt, mind the speed limits -"
"No texting or using my phone while driving. I know, Peter." Another kiss on my lips as she pressed her breasts against me. "I'll see you later."
The grab-ass incident remained with me after the girls left before I shrugged it off as a teenage prank and went back to working on the DVD player.
***
Tiffany graduated from high school three months later, and things took a different turn not long after. She was a beautiful girl and had her share of attention from boys, but none of them seem to last past one or two dates.
