When I married my wife we had a great relationship. We'd gotten along well, our friendship was pretty solid, we'd worked together, and we'd had a good time. The sex, quite honestly, wasn't as good as I'd had in the past, but I chalked it up to her having been married in the past, having a bad relationship, and having trust issues. I always had hopes that it would improve over time. Little did I know I was wrong. It never would.
After we'd been married for about five years, our sex life had pretty well died. Unfortunately, as sad as it is to say, I admit I was heavily into porn, taking care of business myself, and doing whatever I could to release my stress and pressure of not having any intimacy, no sex life, and little to no affection. It sucked. But having just had a baby, and also having helped to raise my stepdaughter the last five years, it wasn't as easy to just wake up one day and walk away.
No, during this time of frustration I'd never cheated. I'd never fucked around, never slept with someone else, and never really gave it thought. I had a good relationship with my wife, even if there wasn't what I wanted, I loved having kids, and it was a great feeling knowing I had a solid family, a good job, and, overall, a decent life.
I also never had any thoughts cross my mind to do some of the things that I would do later on. I never expected this to happen. Especially considering my step-daughter was sixteen at the time. Although very cute, very funny, very sarcastic, and very outgoing, that's just not something that a stepdad would think about. Until that weekend...
My daughter was spending the weekend at my folk's house at their cottage. She went up there quite often when my wife would be on a work-related trip, typically spending a weekend out of town. The weekend my daughter went up north, my wife was at work out of town, my stepdaughter and I were at the house alone. Little did I know that weekend would change everything.
My wife had left for work that Friday evening at about six PM. We knew she'd be out of town until Sunday evening. It was no different than a half dozen or more other weekends that year. She told us goodbye, told us she'd call when she got where she was going, and she'd keep in touch. Gave us info about cooked dinners, etc., in the fridge, and other things we'd need to know. Asked plans for the weekend, finished our chat, and she was out the door.
That evening Ashley and I had watched a movie in the living room after we'd gotten done with dinner. We were chilling on the couch, a blanket over our legs, stretched out, and as the movie was going on, I felt Ashley's legs moving. Over time, her legs/feet ended up stretched out over my legs. It wasn't anything different than had ever happened before. Until I felt her foot move upwards across my leg.
I said nothing. I just lay there, stretched out. Until I felt her foot graze my crotch. I didn't know what to do or say. So I said nothing. And then I felt her foot move again. It pushed gently. I just moved my leg a bit, spread my legs out a bit wider, and was curious to see what would happen. I was surprised and shocked when she moved her foot up another couple of inches and pushed again gently.
I looked at Ashley and said nothing. She glanced at me, looked back at the TV, and went back to watch. I stretched back out again, saw her glance at me, and then gently, a little at a time, felt her foot move upwards into my crotch. By that time I was rock hard in my shorts. I wasn't sure if this was a test, her teasing me, or if she intended to do it.
The fact that she was my stepdaughter didn't help. The fact that she was sixteen didn't make it easier either. I'd never had "those" types of thoughts, never had "those" types of perversions, and had never given that kind of thought at all. Ashley was cute, outspoken, kind of verbal at times, a sarcastic off-the-wall sense of humor, but also my stepdaughter. And yeah, you just don't go "there" if you know what I mean.
Obviously, that didn't mean much to her as she moved her foot up again another couple of inches and pushed gently. I knew she felt what I felt in my shorts, because she stopped, moved her foot back quickly, and went back to watching the movie. I said nothing. Just laid there and glanced at her.
Ashley's face was beet red. And then I realized that she intended to do everything she was doing. Because her foot moved up. Gently across my leg, and inch by inch higher. Until it landed flush against my dick. She pushed. I pushed my hips against her. And I knew she felt what was going on.
She lay there saying nothing. The movie finished. And then she got up, glanced at me, her face beet red, and said, "I'm gonna go clean up and get ready for bed. You wanna take the movie out?"
I looked at her, smiled, and said yeah.
I was laying on the couch, the blanket over my shorts/t-shirt, and my hard-on raging inside my shorts. As Ashley got up, she walked over near me, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips gently. I was stunned.
She looked at me, smiled, and said "I liked it. I hope you did too," and she walked out of the room.
Jesus. I had no fucking idea what to do. I just laid there like a stupid ass fool. My stepdaughter had never done something like that. Not once. She had never shown any inclination towards me sexually or otherwise - until that night.
I got up a couple of minutes later, feeling my hard-on gradually decreasing in my shorts, and somewhat comfortable I could walk through the dining room into the bathroom and not have my dick sticking straight out of my shorts.
