I love my Dad. Actually, he's my Step Dad. So, I love my Step Dad. Even though I consider him my real Dad. Confused? Me too. I'll start over.
My name is Amber and I am 18 years old. I just graduated high school (yay me!). I'm not sure what I want to do with my life yet, so I'm taking a year off to explore my options. My Dad is cool wth it, which is just one of the many reasons why I love him so much.
Randy came into my life when I was 9 years old. He and my Mom got married and he moved into our house shortly after. Randy is the best father a girl could ask for. He adored my mother and she loved him as much as she loved me. I had a great life growing up. However, it didn't last. My mom died almost a year ago. It was a complete shock to everyone that knew her, my Dad and I especially. She was so young and full of life. It was rough at first, but Dad and I got through it. We relied on each other during that time and our bond grew even stronger.
Being a teenager you would think I would want to hang out with my friends and go to parties all the time. That's somewhat true. I do enjoy the occasional party but the best times I have are when I'm with Randy. We go to the movies, we go out for lunch and dinner and we also like the same tv shows. He's a sucker for a good rom com. We get along great! I can talk to him about pretty much anything and he never judges me. He's truly one of a kind.
Plus, he's kinda hot. Like really hot. He's in his mid 40's but you wouldn't know it by looking at him. Randy has movie star good looks, and a winning personality to match. He's muscular but not a meathead. On top of that he's 6'2 and has a full head of hair. My fiends say he's the hottest dad in the neighborhood. I don't disagree.
Having a hot Step Dad isn't that bad, but I know it isn't easy for Randy to have a hot Step Daughter either. Yes, I am attractive. Or so they say. They, being every one of my friends, the boys at my school, my ex, and the creepy men who come up to me all the time in public. I'm 5'10 with dirty blonde hair. Smooth skin, an expensive smile (braces for longer than I care to admit), and a pretty slim body. My breasts are a B cup, but my ass is big. Very big. I think I got it from my mom. It's easily my best feature. I don't like the attention having a big ass comes with but I've learned to accept it. I have thick skin and a protective daddy who would never let any man or woman disrespect me.
My ex loved my ass. I'm sure that’s the reason he was with me in the first place. He was a nice guy (sometimes) but it was your typical high school relationship. He took my virginity a few months ago. It felt good at the time, but he'd never been able to satisfy me. I never had an orgasm while we were intimate, and he didn't like getting blowjobs (what a weirdo!) so I didn't have much experience at all. I wasn't too worried. I told myself the next guy I got with would be a man, not a boy.
Randy was ALL man. He was perfect. I don't remember when I really started to think about him like that. It sorta just happened. I'd catch him coming around the corner wearing a tank top that perfectly showed off his muscles. Or I would see him doing yard work without any tank top or shirt and I would go into a trance and just watch. I honestly became obsessed with Randy. Every time I would watch porn and finger myself I would end up getting off to the thought of Randy doing all these dirty things to me. I felt so ashamed afterwards but it made me want Randy so much more.
Randy has his own construction business, so money isn't really a problem for us. He works a lot but always makes time for his favorite person, me. We have dinner every night together. I love hearing about his day. I could listen to Randy talk for hours. He thinks what he does isn't interesting but everything Randy says or does interests me. I'm his number one fan.
Lately though, I've noticed something. Randy has been acting strange. He avoids eye contact with me when we're at home. Since it’s the summer, Randy and I go for runs when he has days off. We love being physically active and exercising together. Randy wears whatever shirt he has laying in his closet and shorts but my outfits are usually a little more put together. You know us girls and our gym outfits. I often rock a sports bra and short shorts. Randy doesn't seem to mind how his Step Daughter dresses , in fact I think he may like it! Although he's avoiding eye contact with me at home he's staring even more at my body when we run. Does Randy have a crush on me? Doubt it. I'm the one with the unhealthy crush.
There's a thunderstorm tonight. I hate thunderstorms. Always have. The loud noises that accompany them terrify me. The one that night was particularly terrifying. It was late and I was curled up under my blankets in bed. I couldn't take another second of being alone during this so I made my way down the hall to Randy's room. I forgot my robe so I only had on my bra and short shorts. Randy always leaves his door open for me at night just in case I need anything. He's just swell isn't he?
"Randy? Are you awake?"
No answer.
"Randy?"
"What is it, sweetie?" Randy began to stir. "What's wrong?"
"You don't hear that? It sounds scary outside!"
"Yes it does. Come get in bed with me it'll be alright."
I didn't think twice and scurried to the bed and got under the covers. Randy put his arm around me. I immediately began to feel safe. His arms were so big I knew I'd fall asleep in no time.
"Listen Amber. It's just some rain and some thunder. It can't hurt you. I'll protect you. Just focus on sleeping, okay?"
"Okay daddy. Thank you."
"Anytime kid. Good night."
Randy started spooning me. Maybe he was half sleep and thought I was mom. Either way, I could now feel his dick against my backside. It was huge! Way bigger than my ex boyfriends. It was thick and long, just like you see in porn. I don't know how my Mom took this inside of her. My shorts were doing me no favors so it was practically inside me. I couldn't help but get a little wet.
A few minutes had gone by. I still felt Randy’s penis but I was getting used to it. I liked it. Maybe a little too much. My pussy was soaking wet. I felt my juices trickling slowly down my leg. Even though I’d only had sex a few times up to that point, I loved it. The feeling of a hard penis sliding in and out of you is the best feeling in the world. My ex boyfriend loved to make me cum and since he never did I would lie to stoke his ego and say I did. And having never been satisfied I was ready for a real cock. Randy's cock.
"Randy? Are you sleeping?"
No answer. Good.
I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself. The thoughts I'd been having about Randy hadn't been going away so why shouldn't I act on them? He might even feel the same way! Hopefully.
I began to position myself so my pussy was slowly being caressed by his cock. Just having the tip close to my pussy sent shivers down my spine. Randy had a massive penis. It looked so good peeking out of the boxers he was wearing. The head was pulsating all over the place. I guess Randy hadn’t cum in a while. That's about to change.
After getting used to the feel of Randy's cock for a bit I started to move. My hips rocked back and forth as my vagina ran across the top of Randy’s penis. Randy was moaning but still sleep. The tip of his cock was almost inside of me. I didn't know if I wanted him to wake up or not. Part of me wanted him to be touching me and saying naughty things in my ear, but the thought of doing this in secret was very hot.
"What's going on?"
I shrieked in terror. Randy was awake!
"Um, nothing daddy!"
I scurried to the other side of the bed as quickly as possible but I knew there was no hiding what I had been doing. I was caught red handed.
“Amber, what were you doing just now?"
I couldn't look Randy in his eyes.
"Nothing. Please forget about it. I'm really sorry daddy."
I don’t know why but I started to cry. Just the thought of Randy being slightly mad at me was too much to take. I felt so embarrassed. I like to think I'm an adult but I'm just a big baby that can’t handle confrontation.
“Amber are you crying? It's okay sweetie. Amber? Look at me."
Against my better judgement I turned around. Randy was smiling at me. He motioned for me to move closer to him and I did. Randy was being so sweet I couldn't say no.
"I don't know why I did that…”
"I think you do. It's perfectly natural to be attracted to me. We aren't related by blood so it's okay. I'm flattered you find an old man like me good looking."
"You aren't old!" I didn't mean to yell. "You're so handsome. All of my friends think you're sexy actually."
"Oh?" Randy started to chuckle. His laugh was adorable. I tell him that all the time.
"That's good to know. I think. I bet they would be pretty jealous to know you're in bed with me right now."
I didn't realize it until just then but Randy and I were very close. I had wrapped my leg around Randy's waist. My tits were right up against his chest. I'm surprised he didn't say anything sooner. Did he not know? Or did he not care?
"Totally. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"Why have you been acting so distant lately? You barely talk to me when you get home from work and you avoid making direct eye contact with me when we watch tv on the couch at night?"
Randy clearly didn't expect that. He was noticeably flustered.
"So you've noticed that, huh?"
"Yeah. Is everything okay?"
Randy took a while to answer me.
"No, everything is not okay. My wife, your mother, died one year ago and I miss her everyday."
"I know dad. I miss her too."
"That's not the real issue though sweetie.."
"Then what is?"
"I'm attracted to her daughter."
My jaw dropped. Did he really just say that? Did he really just say he's attracted to me?
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me Amber. I like you. More than I should. I can't believe I'm saying this but it's the truth. I think about you all of the time. I think about you at work.
