It is not in any sense an attempt to blame her to say that it all began with a kiss from Emily. I married Marie ten years before, when her daughter Emily was only eight. I legally adopted Emily and raised her as though she was my natural daughter. Marie bailed out on Emily and I after eight years of marriage, so I became the only real parent Emily had.
Emily was a good girl, very well behaved, and made good grades in school - good enough to get her a scholarship to a small public college in our town. The scholarship only covered tuition, but she lived at home, so the only real other expense for college was books.
Emily was a cute girl, with a nice figure, but acted and dressed kind of nerdy. She was smart, but never hung with the in-group, either in high school or college. She never seemed to have any interest in dating, either boys or girls, and I worried about her, but she told me she was fine.
After her mother walked out on us, Emily started to get more casual in her attire around the house, often wearing just bra and panties, and sometimes just in panties. I told her she ought to wear more clothes, and she laughed and said she was more comfortable that way, and what did it matter it was just the two of us, daddy and daughter. After a while, I just decided to humor her.
Shortly after her eighteenth birthday, she was dressed and leaving for school, when she kissed me goodbye. A goodbye kiss was hardly unusual, but this was not the usual goodbye kiss. She kissed me full on the lips, with a hint of tongue for several seconds, very deeply and passionately. I stood there shocked, as she said "Bye, bye daddy," and left the house.
I hadn't had a kiss like that since the early years of my marriage to Marie. All day at work, I found myself thinking about that kiss. As I thought about it, I'd start to get a hard-on, and try to tell myself that was not appropriate, because Emily was my daughter - step-daughter, true, but daughter.
When I got home from work, Emily was there in bra and panties, as she so often was, doing her reading and homework. She got up came over threw her arms around my neck and kissed me very passionately again, with her nearly naked body firmly against my body. She let go, went back to her chair and resumed reading.
Once I was over my shock, and felt fully in control of myself, I walked over and sat down by Emily.
"Yes, daddy?"
"Emily dear. The way we just kissed..."
"We always kiss hello and goodbye."
"But that wasn't a father-daughter kiss, that was like a kiss between lovers."
"Well I do love you, but that's because you're my daddy. Why shouldn't I love you? Why shouldn't I kiss you like I love you?"
"I'm just worried that kind of kiss can lead us places we shouldn't go."
"We don't have to go there, daddy. But why shouldn't we be able to kiss?"
"We can kiss..."
"Well then, we shouldn't have a problem then, should we, daddy?"
What was I going to do? Tell her that I was sexually aroused by her kiss. That would sound like I was the one with a problem.
"Let's just make sure we don't get too carried away."
"I'm not getting carried away. I'm just kissing my daddy so you know I love you."
Obviously I wasn't getting anywhere, any more than I got anywhere when I tried to get her to wear more clothes. I knew I'd have to think about how to approach it.
I changed clothes and began making dinner, but every time I thought about the kiss, or when I saw my nearly naked step-daughter, my dick woke up and reminded me that I was still a sexual creature, and now so was she.
She often seemed to find both a reason and opportunity to kiss me, and the kisses never failed to arouse me. Later that evening, after she finished her studying, she joined me to watch TV, as she so often did. We often cuddled a bit while watching TV, but now it seemed far more sexually charged. As it got late I suggested that maybe she change to a nightgown or nightshirt for bed.
She came back in a shirt that came down just below her ass, and it was obvious that she was now without a bra. Her nipples stood at attention as she lay down across my lap. It was not that unusual for her to lie on my lap, it was just that things had seemed so much more sexually charged that day.
As she shifted about, her nightshirt rode up just a little to reveal that she wasn't wearing panties either. The way she lay there, I didn't see her pussy, but got a good view of her ass. I started to get a hard-on, which made her shift her hips around on my lap, and as she turned onto her back, I got a clear view of her pussy.
Her pussy was not shaved, but the hair was neatly trimmed. She opened her legs and it was all I could do to keep from staring at her cute little twat.
"I'm getting tired, daddy. Would you kiss me goodnight?"
I leaned to the side to kiss her, and she grabbed my head, holding it firmly as she gave me the most passionate kiss I'd had in my nearly forty years of life. After about a minute, she broke the kiss, and I struggled to catch my breath and clear my head.
She got up off my lap, not bothering to smooth her nightshirt. As she stood in front of me, I still had quite a clear view of her pussy. As she turned and walked to her bedroom, her ass was still visible and it swayed in a manner that made my hard-on even harder.
