Tiffany - Not My Stepdaughter

TIFFANY - NOT MY STEPDAUGHTER

PART 1

CHAPTER 1

I am a 60-year-old divorced man. My ex and I still have a decent relationship. Just can't live together. Our sex life had been nonexistent the last 5 years we were together. We've been divorced for 5 years. So that means 10 sexless years. I haven't looked for anything. Pretty much decided I do a whole lot better alone.

My ex has a daughter from a previous marriage. Tiffany. She was a teenager when her mother and I got married and we grew fairly close. Being the typical teenager she wanted to rebel against her Mom but she would talk to me. She's 30 now and has never had a serious relationship. She has some emotional issues that cause her to treat others pretty poorly at times. So all her boyfriends were short term. She's actually a beautiful girl. But once a guy got to know her a little bit he was gone. Pretty sad situation. But she and I always got along okay. Probably because I didn't try to step in and replace her Dad. And sometimes I would defend her against her Mom in their arguments. Her Mom is pretty unreasonable sometimes. We still get along really well. I try to help her out where I can. Mostly with car stuff. Oil changes and minor repairs to save her some money. I do the same thing for her mom, my ex. And some home repairs. And they both help me with household stuff when they can.

Anyway, I was out in my driveway one Sunday afternoon washing my truck. I heard a horn and looked up. It was Tiffany going by. Probably on her way to the park to walk her dog. I waved and went back to washing my truck. Just as I was finishing up and rinsing the soap off she drove by the other way headed home. A minute later the other direction again. That's weird I thought. Musta forgot something at the park. Then, very slowly, back the other way again. I wondered "what the hell is she doing"? Then she came back and pulled into my driveway. She just sat in her car a few minutes while I was putting my stuff away.

Then I walked over to her car and said "Hi, Tiff. Something wrong? I saw you drive by a couple times. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine", she said.

I said, "I don't think so. You're acting a little weird. Anything you want to talk about?" Lots of times when she and her mother aren't getting along real well she'll talk to me about it because I know how her mother can be at times.

"Well, maybe," she said. "That's why I drove by a few times. Trying to work up the nerve to stop. I've wanted to talk to you about this for a while but I've been afraid to."

"You know you can talk to me about anything," I said.

She said, "Well this is pretty personal. And sensitive."

I said, "Well you also know I will keep it private. I never share what we talk about. Why don't you come in and we'll have a glass of iced tea or something and see where the conversation leads. If you get ready to talk, that's great. If not, I won't pressure you. I just want to be helpful."

"That sounds good," she said.

We went inside where it was cooler and sat down on my couch with a cool drink. She looked very nervous.

"So how's things going for you?", I asked. "Getting settled in your new place? Is your new job still going well?". She had recently changed jobs. Thus why she was able to move to a better place. I and a few friends had moved her.

"Yeah," she replied. "That's all going great."

We made small talk for about half an hour. Then there was a lull in the conversation.

"So." she said. "Like I said, I've thought about this for a while and when I came by and saw you out I thought this is as good a time as any. But I had to work up my nerve. That's what I was doing when I was going back and forth. But I don't think I have the nerve yet."

"That's fine," I said. "But is there anything I should be worried about? Are you in some kind of trouble? Or sick or something?"

"Oh no", she replied. "Nothing like that. Nothing to be concerned about. Just something I might need some help with."

"Well, you know I will do anything for you I can. You are family and I love you," I told her.

"I know you would," she said. "And I love you, too. But I just can't bring myself to ask yet."

"Okay," I said. "Whenever you're ready". With that, she said she had to go, and we hugged and she headed home.

CHAPTER 2

We stayed in touch over the next couple of weeks through text messages, as we usually do. No mention of what she had on her mind. Then one evening she called and asked what I was up to. I told her nothing, just watching a little TV. She wanted to know if she could come over for a visit.

I said, "Sure. I would love to see you. Can I fix something for us to eat?"

She said that would be awesome. We made plans for her to be there at about 7 PM. I showered and baked a couple of pork chops, and made a couple of salads and baked potatoes.

She came at exactly 7 PM as planned. She was all dolled up like she was going on a date or something. As I said earlier she is a very attractive woman. About 5' 7", 120 lbs. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I actually prefer brunettes, but I ain't that picky. She always has a dark tan. Breasts aren't huge but good size, perky and quite nice. I'd guess maybe 34c. Great ass and legs up to her neck. And, yes, I had noticed as she was growing up. Particularly when we went as a family to the beach. Or she laid out in the yard to tan in her bikini. Or came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. Kinda made me feel like a pervert. But, hey, I'm still a man even if she was my stepdaughter. She was wearing a short white skirt and a sleeveless, red crop-top, I think it's called, showing some belly. Looked like she just had her hair done, and a little make-up to enhance her natural beauty. And smelled divine.

I said, "Wow! You look fantastic. What's with being all dressed up? Are you going out afterwards?"

"Thank you", she said. "And no I'm not going anywhere else. I just wanted to look pretty for a change and feel like a girl again. I don't do that much anymore."

I said "You always look pretty. Even without all the make-up and nice clothes."

"Thank you for saying so," she replied. "But sometimes a girl just needs to be girly."

"I understand," I say. "And you do it quite nicely. Now, shall we sit down and eat?"

We ate our meal over conversation about work, friends, family, and local news. Then I washed dishes, and she dried. After cleaning the kitchen we went out to sit on the back deck with a cup of coffee. We sat in silence enjoying the cooler evening for a little while.

Then she turned to me and said she was ready to talk about what she had mentioned before.

I said, "Okay. Shoot. And rest assured it will stay between us two."

"Thank you. And I know it will," she said. She was silent for a minute or so. I could see she was mustering her courage. When she started speaking she was a little red and wouldn't look at me. She looked pretty flustered.

"Here's the thing," she said. "This is really difficult. But I'll never know if I don't ask. Women have needs just like a man."

"Sure," I said. "Everybody has needs."

She glanced at me and said, "I don't think you get my meaning. Needs. Desires. Sex."

"Oh," I said. "That IS a sensitive subject. But how can I possibly help with that?"

"Well," she said. "As you know, I haven't had a boyfriend in quite a while. And I've accepted the fact that I'll always be alone because I'm such a bitch."

"You are not," I said. "You are a very beautiful, intelligent young lady. Any man would be lucky to have you."

"Yeah," she said. "You told me that before. And I told you we both know I will always be alone. And it's true. I just don't do well in relationships."

I replied, "I fully understand that. I'm a lot the same."

"I know," she said. "And that's where you come in. I know you aren't seeing anyone. And Mom told me you two had not had sex for a while before your divorce. So I thought maybe...uh... we could.. um... help each other. You know. With our needs."

I start to say, "I still don't see how"... then it dawns on me. Oh shit! Is she asking me to have sex with her? "Just exactly what are you saying, Tiff?"

"You know what I'm saying," she said. "Neither one of us is getting any. And both of us are pretty much done with other people. So I figure we can, you know, fulfill each other's needs."

"Stop right there," I interject. "Tiffany. I am your stepfather. We can't do that. It wouldn't be right."

"Not anymore," she argued. "You and Mom are divorced."

"Yeah but I still consider you my daughter," I say. "We can't. Just can't. It's wrong."

She continued to argue. "What's so wrong about it? We're both adults. Not related. And both single and free."

"Well, for one thing," I say, "I'm twice your age."

"That has nothing to do with it," she replied. "It's not like we'd be dating, or anything. It's just sex."

"But your mother would kill us both," I say.

"I'm certainly not going to tell her. How would she ever know?" she replied.

"Well, I guess that's true," I said. "But there's another reason we can't. And this is really embarrassing and hard for me to say. But I have ED. Do you know what that is?"

"Yeah, I know what that is," she answers. "Erectile dysfunction. "But they make pills for that."

"Tiffany. It's just not right", I argue. "As much as I would love to have sex with a girl as young and beautiful as you, I just can't."

She was relentless. "Come on, Dan. You always said you would do anything for me. This is something I really, really need. If you really love me like you say, you'll help me. And let me help you. It would be beneficial to us both."

She got up and sat down on my lap. "Whoa!" I said, and jumped up, pushing her off my lap. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She said in a very sexy voice "Oh, come on, Dan. I've seen you looking at me before. And I know that look. All women do."

"Okay," I said. "I admit I have looked at you "that way." You are a very attractive and sexy girl. And I am a normal man. So, yeah, I'm gonna look. But that doesn't mean I would ever do anything". The truth is I have fantasized about her while masturbating many times. But I didn't tell her that. And, yes, even though I have ED I can get hard enough to masturbate. And I do have some of the pills she mentioned. To enhance it.

I was struggling with all this internally. I knew I couldn't do it. But my mind was playing out the scenario against my better judgment. Picturing her naked on top of me. I walked around to try to distract my mind.

Tiffany came up behind me and hugged me from the back. I felt her breasts pressing into me. I stepped away and said, "Tiffany. Stop! The answer is no! I'd do anything else for you. But not that. It just doesn't feel right. I think you should go home now. I'm sorry. I truly am."

As she got in her car and pulled away my mind was still picturing the possibilities. And I felt disgusted with myself for having such thoughts. But, on the other hand, she was right. I was not her stepdad any longer. But something about it seemed so wrong.

CHAPTER 3

I texted Tiffany about a week later and asked if she was mad at me. I said, "I still want you in my life. And I miss you. Please try to understand."

She answered that she wasn't mad. Just disappointed. She said she wished I would change my mind, but accepted and respected my decision. And said she still wanted to be a part of my life, also.

I was really happy to hear that and asked if we could get together for a chat.

She said she would love to. She said "How about you come to my house and I'll cook dinner this time?"

"Sounds great," I reply. "How about Friday night?"

"Perfect," she said.

I bought her a card and a potted plant as a peace offering. She loves plants. Inherited that from her mother, I guess. Along with the emotional instability and a little insanity. I rang her doorbell at 6 PM. The time we agreed on. She was dressed much more casually this time. Shorts and a button up blouse. A little make-up but not like last time. She still looked quite pretty. I think natural beauty doesn't need a lot of help. And she was one who didn't need it. She loved the card and plant I had brought her.

She had made lasagna for dinner. We had a salad with it and it was quite delicious. After eating we cleaned up and went into the living room for pie and coffee.

I apologized for turning down her offer and told her I had a really hard time saying no. And that I hoped she could understand.

She said again that she wasn't mad or hurt. Just disappointed. She said, "I really don't want to try the dating scene anymore. But I guess that's my only option now."

I said, "I am 100% certain you will meet someone you are compatible with and can have a happy life together."

"Thanks," she replied. "But I'm not really looking for a life with someone. Just some occasional fun. That being said, maybe there is something else you can help with."

"Anything," I said. "Well. Maybe not anything. But within our limits let's say."

"Great!" she said. "Will you give me your opinion on a couple outfits I bought for the "dating scene?"

"I'd be happy to," I said.

She went into her bedroom and came back out about 10 minutes later. She was dressed in a conservative, red dress that came to her knees and up to her neck, but accentuated her body very nicely.

I smiled, nodded my head, and said "Very nice. I love it."

She asked, "It's not too "old-lady-like"?"

"Not at all," I assured her. "You don't want to look slutty."

"Well, maybe just a little," she said jokingly. "You know what I'm going after."

"Yeah," I agreed, "but still, you don't want to advertise that fact and let them know that's all you're after. Not right off the bat, anyway."

"I guess," she said.

When she came out next time she was in a short skirt, black fishnet stockings, and a tight pullover top much like she wore when she tried to seduce me.

"No, no," I said. "Way too provocative. I mean. I love it! You look fantastic! But it says "I'm easy". I understand young ladies such as yourself like to look sexy. And you certainly do! But us men see that as an opportunity. Go back to the first one."

She gave kind of a pouty look but said "I have more."

When she came out next she was wearing tight jeans that showed her ass off quite nicely. And a low cut top with a push-up bra, apparently, because her breasts looked great.

"The jeans are good, but not the top," I say. "Again, as a man, I love it. But as a former stepdad, I gotta nix it."

She smiled and said, "Okay."

I must say I was enjoying this little show. A little more than I should, perhaps. And enjoying our time together. Her next outfit was a business-like pants suit. She looked very conservative and pretty. I told her I approve. "But," I said, "it's not something that will attract attention. So, if you're looking to attract a man, maybe not so business-like."

"Thanks," she said. "I agree.You know, this is actually kinda fun.

"I agree," I say. "I was just thinking the same thing. My own private fashion show. You should have been a model."

She blushed and said, "Thanks, Dan. I'm enjoying the attention."

"I will be happy to watch you any time you want to model," I smile and say.

Next up was a long floor length dress with a slit up the front that showed her gorgeous legs through the slit when she walked. Showed a little cleavage and her back all the way to the top of her perfect ass. Looked like something you'd see at a high class affair.

I smiled and said, "Oh yeah. That works. But, unless you're going to a five star restaurant with rich people, maybe try for a little more "common folk look".

She sat beside me and said, "Dan, do you really think I'll be able to find someone. None of my past relationships lasted any time at all. And I don't really want a relationship anyway. I'm like you said. I do better alone. To be blunt, I just want to get laid occasionally."

"Tiff," I said. "You will not have a bit of trouble finding a man to "get laid". "I've always said that a woman can get laid anytime she wants. There's millions of men out there that want that and nothing more. Just be very careful of which one you pick. There are a lot of sleazebags that will treat you like shit". I realized at that moment I was feeling a little jealous.

"I know," she said. "That's why I approached you. I know you're a great guy and would never hurt me. But, I understand your position. Unless you've changed your mind"?, she smiled, and asked.

"No. Sorry", I said. "I honestly do wish I could. You are super hot." And I truly was sorry because I really, really wanted to. She got quiet and looked contemplative for a minute.

Then she asked, "What about my hair? Should I wear it up or down? Ponytail or pigtails?" She gathered her hair in her hands and held it up and posed.

I laughed and said, "I think that depends on your outfit. With what you're wearing right now, definitely up. And what you want to convey to others. You know that. I personally love long, free-flowing hair. Like you have. But, I've also seen you with it up, and that looks quite elegant, and classy. And with a ponytail you look very sexy and sassy. And pigtails, with the right clothes, make you look young and fun-loving. I like them all.

If you couldn't tell I was having a lot of fun with all this. Probably too much. I wanted it to continue. Truth be told, I was forgetting she was my step-daughter and getting a little turned on. I realized that and tried to rein myself back in.

"Is the show over"?, I asked with a grin.

"Well", she said. "That is all of my new stuff".

"Shoot", I said. "I was enjoying it".

She thought a minute, then said "Well, there probably is one more thing I should ask about. Wait right here".

She went into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later. She had on a long, black, diaphanous nightgown with a diaphanous robe over it. I could see black panties and bra underneath. I felt a stirring in my loins that I shouldn't be feeling. "Whoa!" I said, and held my hands up. "What's this?"

"Relax", she said. "I just need to know what to wear if I bring somebody home. And you said you didn't want the show to end"

"Okay," I replied. "Well. that certainly fits the bill. Some dude is going to be very, very happy."

She smiled and blushed. "This is a little embarrassing," she said.

I chuckled and said, "You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. You're gorgeous! And have a fantastic body! Be proud."

"Thank you, Dan," she said sheepishly. "Be right back."

I sat on her couch anxiously awaiting what was next. And trying to keep in mind that this is "almost" my step-daughter. So nothing can happen.

My eyes popped out of my head at her next entrance. A very short, red, see-through nightgown. Hung just to the bottom of her perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Lace on the edges, and solid red see-through bra and panties underneath. I could see dark pubic hair on her pussy. Looked trimmed from what I could see. I like hair on a pussy. The old "johnson" really woke up at the gorgeous sight before me. "Oh My God!", I exclaimed, looking her up and down.

She asked shyly, "Do I really look that good?" And turned around so I could see the back as well.

I told her, "Tiffany, good doesn't begin to come close to describing it. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Fantastic. Sexy. Fabulous. A true vision. Those would be more accurate. At the risk of sounding like a pig, if you weren't kinda my step-daughter I'd be all over you in a heartbeat. Please forgive me for saying so."

"You don't need to apologize", she said. "I take that as a compliment. And I'm glad you like it."

"I love it"!!, I told her.