Steve had what he considered to be a pretty normal relationship with his stepdaughter, Mia. He'd been with her mum for 4 years, and they'd moved in together after 2 years. Initially Mia, who was 16 at the time, was going to live with her dad, but she didn't like his new girlfriend, so chose to live with her mum and Steve instead.
She'd been pretty sporty throughout school, competing at national level in gymnastics until a serious injury ended her career aged 15. She still exercised regularly but had given up competitive sports.
Over the past 2 years Steve and Mia had developed a good relationship. He helped her with her school work, and she talked to him about things if she needed advice, or just someone to confide in.
She'd initially been quite shy, spending a lot of time in her room. But had gradually become more outgoing, even spending time with him at home when her mum was working away.
Mia had a habit of changing into her pajamas as soon as she got home, which almost exclusively were made up of sets of loose t-shirts, some of which were crop tops, and high cut shorts, the hem of which finished just below her butt. The material of all her sets were quite light. On days when she had no plans, she sometimes wouldn't get dressed at all. But she'd still take time to fix her hair, which was dyed blonde, her natural colour being brown, matching her eyes, and apply her make up.
The day that started the road they were now on was like any other. After work Steve had gotten home and made dinner for Mia and himself. Amy, his partner, was working away from home and wouldn't be home that night, which was a fairly regular occurrence. After dinner Mia asked if he'd drive her to the grocery store. She was already in PJ's, a white crop top tee and black shorts, she got changed into what was pretty standard attire for her, a pair or tight leggings and a hoodie.
Steve had noticed Mia's body developing, it was impossible not to, what with her habit of walking around the house in PJ shorts and t-shirts. He thought she had great legs and a nice, curvy, but not overly muscular butt, both of which were shown off by any of the sports leggings she wore. Her boobs had grown by about a cup size in the last 6 months, he reckoned she was about a C cup.
At the grocery store Steve picked up a few things as well as Mia's snacks. As they waited at the till, Steve noticed Mia was stood really close to him, he didn't think it was deliberate but made a joke anyway "Do you want to wear my sweater?" he asked. Mia laughed and then stepped forwards, pressing herself against him. Her left breast pressed against the side of his arm, and even though she was wearing a hoodie, he felt the softness pressing against him. At the same moment the cashier called him forwards, so he turned away from Mia, his upper arm brushing across her breast. Even though he was 48, Steve was in good shape. He worked out regularly and had defined, but not excessively muscular arms.
As they drove home Mia said in a light hearted tone,
"You rubbed your arm against my breast in the shop." She regularly joked with him and teased him, so this was nothing unusual.
Steve replied, "Well, in my defence you did press yourself up against me."
"Are you saying it was accidental?" Mia quizzed.
"No, I'm not saying it was accidental, but it was inevitable."
"Oh really?" she laughed.
"Count yourself lucky we weren't at home." Steve stated
"Oh yeah, why's that?"
"Because I'd have had a t-shirt on, and you'd have had one of your PJ tops and shorts on, far less material to absorb the friction."
They both laughed, a little awkwardly.
There was a pause before Mia said, "What difference would it make if I was in shorts anyway?"
"What?" asked Steve.
"You said, if we'd been at home, I'd have been in a PJ top and shorts. What difference would the shorts make?"
"None I suppose, it's just what you wear most of the time at home."
When they got home Mia went straight to her room, Steve went into the lounge to watch some football.
After about 30 minutes Mia came into the lounge on her way to the kitchen, she was dressed in the same black and white PJ set from earlier.
"I'm just going to clean my bathroom," she declared, before walking through to the kitchen. The cupboard that contained the cleaning products was under the sink, which was clearly visible from where Steve was sat, which meant that he had a ringside seat for the view when Mia opened the cupboard to get the cleaning products, instead of squatting down to access the cupboard, she bent forwards at the waist. This not only gave Steve a clear view on the back of Mia's legs, with the muscles of her thighs stretched taut, but had also caused the hem of the shorts to pull up, revealing a couple of inches of her butt cheeks. Steve looked for longer than he should have, and then returned to watching the game, which was lucky for him because Mia stood up and turned towards him just moments later.
Mia disappeared upstairs, returning whilst the game was still on.
"Finished cleaning already?" Steve asked.
"Yeah," replied Mia, before going through to the kitchen with the cleaning products. Steve knew he shouldn't look, but couldn't help himself when, out of the corner of his eye he saw Mia, bent over, returning the products to the cupboard. He was revelling in the sight of those toned thighs and the rare glimpse of her butt cheeks when, instead of standing up, Mia, still bent at the waist turned her head and looked straight at him. He averted his gaze immediately but the thought that went through his head was 'Rumbled!!!!!'
Mia made herself a soft drink and came into the lounge. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, the straw from her cup between her lips as she sucked on it, looking straight at him, he looked at her,
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," she smiled "You?"
"I'm good."
Mia stood, smiling at him as she sucked on the straw. "How's the game?" She wasn't interested in football and was just making conversation,
"Rubbish." replied Steve.
"So, the pj's you were talking about in the car, would they be like these ones?" Mia asked.
Steve looked her in the eyes, then looked down her body and back up to meet her gaze, "Yeah, i guess so."
"So these shorts wouldn't make any difference then?"
"What?" Steve asked.
"In the car, when I asked what difference me wearing shorts would have made, you said 'None I suppose.' Are you saying these shorts wouldn't make a difference?"
Steve was completely confused and unable to formulate a response when Mia asked,