All participants are over eighteen. The story deals with the burgeoning relationship between step father and daughter. If you don't like the topic, stop reading and move on. No need to share negative thoughts with us.
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I was looking forward to being home soon after a week long business trip. My children, Mike and Kim would be waiting for me and the gifts I always brought home with me. Anticipating the hugs and laughter we would share was making me so anxious to be home with them. Although they were actually my step-kids, I thought of them as my son and daughter and couldn't love them any more if I had been their birth father.
The kids were eighteen and fifteen, Mike being the younger. I planned on taking a few days off to spend with them. We always had a movie night the day after I reached home. Kim would cuddle up on the couch with me while Mike would sprawl out on the floor lying across the huge pillow and wrapped in his favorite blanket, his since childhood.
Oh, yeah, and maybe my wife would be there too. I wouldn't be disappointed if she wasn't.
Kim was the love of my life. She was the one who would greet me when I returned home. She would listen to the war stories of my sales trips. My daughter would ooh and ah at the appropriate points. She would congratulate me on my wins and commiserate over my losses. Kim would laugh at my stupid jokes, tell me hers, and we would enjoy being together.
Sitting, watching whatever TV had to entertain us, Kim would bring me up-to-date on the family gossip and local news including what she and Mike were up to at school.
All this would happen while we cuddled on the couch. Things changed right around Kim's eighteenth birthday. My wife's arguments with me had hit a crescendo and we had started looking for excuses to stay away from one another. She would go to visit family and friends in nearby cities often staying away for days at a time. No one really missed her.
Cuddling with Kim became a daily affair. After dinner she would go upstairs and change into her sleeping wear, an extra small t-shirt and full sized panties. Mike would generally go to friends' houses or to his room to play on his gaming system.
On the couch together, my arm around Kim's shoulders, I would begin to rub her shoulders and what parts of her back that I could reach. Over time, Kim adjusted her positions, cuddling closer to me so I could extend my rubbing to the bottom of her back.
I had always been obtuse in dealing with women. Coming from an abusive home with a single father, I had confidence issues my whole life. Especially with women. It would always shock me when a woman came on to me during a social setting. Even though my daughter and I were convinced her mother was cheating on me, I wasn't able to pick up women in order to cheat back.
It never dawned on me that my daughter was being more sexual with me. She kept moving closer and closer during our cuddling sessions which were any night my wife wasn't at home. I kept rubbing her back as far down her back as my arm would reach. At her lower back, I would always stop when my fingers reached the waistband of her panties.
As part of her getting close, she would use her hands on my leg to support herself. It didn't occur to me that she had started rubbing my leg through my jeans. Starting at my knee, her hand would slowly, agonizingly slowly, move up my thigh until she was close to my crotch. After some sessions, I began to grow an erection, the head of my cock pushing against the denim fabric of my jeans. It was an uncomfortable feeling but I didn't do anything to stop it. I assumed Kim was not aware of what she was doing to me and it wasn't uncomfortable enough for me to stop the cuddling. My hand on her back still stopped at the waistband of her panties. My mind's eye saw me reaching further but I didn't want to risk Kim realizing I was developing a sexual feeling for her. We could have gone on like this forever as far as I was concerned.
