This is insane. This is absolutely insane. It felt out of body, but there I was. My cock was in my hand. I was stroking, getting closer and closer to the point of no return as I listened to the shower run. My mind was torn between the slideshow of images that had burst forth from some hidden recess and the scream of my conscious imploring me to, "Just stop!" But, I couldn't. As I felt that first twitch and the warm spurts of semen begin to coat the outside of my hand I realized, through gritted teeth that were holding back the audible growl of my orgasm, that I was risking everything for something that could never happen.
Allow me to interject some context here, if for no other reason than to help illustrate the true gravity of the situation in which I had found myself. Amy, has a daughter named Danielle from her previous marriage. Over the years, I helped raise her as if she were my own. I've seen her blossom into a strong, confident, brilliant young woman. I'd never let myself admit it before tonight, but apparently I've also watched her develop in other ways. Just like her mother, Danielle has legs that go on for miles. Her frame is firm, tight, and slender like a dancer's. Her breasts are small and perky. She has thick wavy strawberry blonde hair that she likes to flip and twirl. Her most unique feature, however, are her freckles. They are a trait that many have grown out of by her age, but she wears them with pride and the suit her well.
I don't know why, but that night, as I was walking up the stairs to Danielle's room to ask...hell, I can't even remembering what I was going to ask...I heard the shower running, and a voice clear as a bell rang in my head, "your step-daughter is wet and naked in the shower right now."
What it was about that magical combination of words I will never know, but like some incantation, it unlocked a stream of images that awakened an utterly uncontrollable desire in me. Memories of Danielle sitting by the pool in her bikini, sauntering by in her yoga pants, sitting on my lap, kissing me on the cheek all of a sudden became hyper-sexual to me. As I stood there on the stairs, I imagined the water cascading down Danielle's body and her skin slick with soap. I imagined her delicate fingers beginning to tease her clit. I imagined her spreading her legs slightly as she began to rub herself faster. With her eyes closed and mouth slightly opened, I pictured her legs shaking and body convulsing in orgasm as her whispered moans were drowned out by the sound of the running water.
Amy was just in the family room and Danielle was only feet away. I could have been caught by either of them, a thought that was both titillating and terrifying at the same time. Amy and I shared everything with each other. It was the constant that had made all of our adventures possible. I was risking the safety that honesty afforded by masturbating to thoughts of her daughter behind her back and I was risking the safety that Danielle knew in me as her step-father.
I heard the shower turn off as I slowly withdrew my cum covered hand from my pants and backed down the stairway leading to Danielle's room before sneaking by Amy, who was watching a show on the couch. I needed to take a shower of my own. I was half hoping that it would wash away the memory of what I had just done. That night, Amy wanted to make love, but I just couldn't. She knew something was up and asked if I was alright. I could have just fessed up then and everything would have probably been fine, but the words I needed to articulate what I was feeling and what I had done simply escaped me.
The next day was very unproductive, except for the elaborate fantasy I began constructing. I am a door knocker and, out of respect for her privacy, would never walk into Danielle's room without first announcing it. Believe it or not, but I had no idea what her naked body actually looked like. I spent the day wondering about her nipples and how they would feel in my mouth, how the curves of her body flowed and how I would follow them with the tips of my fingers, if she got really wet when she was excited like her mother did, and how tight she would feel wrapped around my cock.
By the time Amy and I settled into bed I was ravenous. She had barely pulled the covers up before my hands started groping and my lips began delicately kissing her neck. "Finally in the mood, are we?" she jabbed, remembering my reticence the night before.
"Uh huh." I whispered as I gently nibbled her ear and moved my hand down her stomach.
