With a "goodbye" that trailed off in a way that made may palms sweat, Amy left for the evening. The door closed and my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I knew what the drawl in her farewell meant. Earlier that day she had caught me jerking off in her daughter's panties. I had found them on the floor of her room. The crotch was wet from, what I assumed was, a morning of getting herself off to pictures of cute guys and erotic movies that she was browsing on her phone.
My step-daughter, Danielle, was gorgeous and even though I had appreciated this for years, it wasn't until very recently that my thoughts of her had turned sexual. There was no way Amy could have known this and the recency of my attraction to her daughter was still no excuse for me standing in her room, stroking away, wanting with every fiber of my being to be inside of her. Much to my surprise, however, Amy wasn't in the least upset. She even suggested that Danielle probably wanted me too and that she thought we should talk about it with one another. She left the house purposefully that night. Her goodbye was a coy reminder of what she had suggested earlier that day.
I was sitting on the couch trying to act nonchalant but feeling like a kid at his first junior high formal. Danielle sat on the other end of the couch. She was wearing short sweat shorts and a loose tank-top. Her legs were drawn up onto the couch and she was buried in a book. She has always been a voracious reader.
So, there I sat with a person who I had known for nearly all of her 18 years unable to speak, not knowing what to say. A game was on the TV. It was a snoozer, so I blurted, "Hey, mind if I switch it to a movie?" As if she cared...but it felt good to break the tension that only I was feeling.
"Sure," she replied, biting her thumbnail and turning the page.
"In the mood for anything in particular?" I asked.
"Nah, not really watching," another page turned.
"It won't bother you will it?" I continued.
Finally, she looked up over the top of her book. A look of slight annoyance flashed across her brow. "No, I'm good."
I flipped through the channels but my eyes weren't on the screen. They were looking sidelong at Danielle's beautiful long tanned legs. Her shorts were so short, that with her legs drawn up, I could see the bottom of her tight little ass. I was desperate for her to shift and give me glimpse of her panties. I remembered how wet the one's in her room were and how turned on I was finding the naughty movie on her found that I imagined she used to make herself cum. It was then that devised a devious plan. All I needed was to find the right movie.
I punched in the number for the premium channels on the remote and began a very intentional search for the steamiest movie I could find. I didn't give a fuck what it was about, I just wanted it to have two people screwing in it so that I could see what Danielle's reaction to it would be. It was late at night which improved my chances, and low and behold it didn't take long before I found the perfect "ice breaker". It was a late night soft-core flick. The acting was terrible and the plot only served to move the cast from one gratuitous, overly airbrushed, escapade to the next.
I tuned in during one of the talking parts. You know, the one's most people fast forward through. Danielle took no notice. Before long, however, sloppy sounds of passionate kissing started emanating from the speakers followed by soft moans. Danielle, peaked up from her book and glanced over at the television. "What are you watching?" she asked with playful incredulity.
"I have no idea," I chuckled. "The acting and plot in these movies is so terrible. They always make me laugh."
"Uh...ok...whatever." she said in disbelief as her eyes returned to the the page.
The love making on the TV got hotter and heavier. As I shot my sideways glances at Danielle I caught her eyes darting over to the screen several times. She slid one of her legs out, extending it into the open space between us. Her shorts opened for a brief moment gifting me with that glimpse of her panties that I had been so hoping for. I dropped my hand to my side as I continued to watch. Her foot nudged closer. I pretended to readjust the position of my hand. Her big toe touched my pinky. I could have cum right then and there with just that simple touch.
My heart was racing and I felt my pants get tight. The man in the movie was taking his lover from behind. She was moaning as he held her arms and slapped into her. I slid my hand over Danielle's foot. I was so nervous that she'd pull away, but she didn't. She was still sneaking peaks from behind her book but I could tell she was starting to get flush as I began to slowly massage her foot.
We didn't look at one another and we didn't speak. Danielle lowered her book and just watched the scene play out on the TV. She extended her leg further so that I could reach her foot with my other hand too and I began massaging it with both hands. I slid closer to her. Her leg was in my lap and I began working my hand up her calf. Her other leg spread open ever so slightly as she watched. Her chest was heaving as she began to breathe more heavily.
My own breath was broken and quivering as my hands moved up her thigh. Again, she didn't pull away. Her legs opened slightly more as she very subtly raised her hips up and then back down.
Danielle slid the leg laying across my lap toward me grazing my growing erection. There was no way that she didn't feel it. My hands made their way to her upper thigh. I had crossed a point of no return. I was inappropriately touching my step-daughter. Her eyes were still fixed on the TV. She was nibbling the tips of one of her fingers. I looked at her and asked, "Sweetie, is this ok?"
She didn't say a word. Just nodded and subtly bucked her hips again. I slid closer. My hand traced the hem of her shorts. Her skin was bright red under her freckles. Her legs spread more and I slid the tip of my finger into my little girl's shorts for the first time. I gently caressed the soft cotton between her legs and she started to breathe more heavily. It didn't take long before I started feeling the wetness come through. "Does that feel good?"
Again, her eyes stayed fixed and she nodded.
I grabbed the waistband of her shorts with both hands and slid them off of her tiny slender frame. It was only after her nakedness was on full display that she looked at me. I rested my hands on her hips as we gazed into each other's eyes. "Sure you're ok?" I whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
Starting with her feet again, I slowly began to kiss gently up her leg. I could feel her warmth and I could smell her sweet smell as I got closer. Finally, her delicate young pussy was right before my eyes. It was pink and glistening wet. I kissed all around it. She writhed a little with each gentle peck. I looked up at her. "I love you, Danielle."
"I love you too," she whispered.
