Uncertainty

Note : This story is completely fictional!

My step-daughter, Lola, was just girl when I married her mom and, for at least two years after the wedding, I never had a single out-of-bounds thought about her. She's a willowy kid, about 5'1", with shapely legs and really fine skin the color of coffee with a lot of creamer in it. With her blonde hair and big green eyes, she was very cute, in a little-girlie way. Her figure, back then, was strictly out of the straight-as-a-stick mold and her ass was simply two tiny bumps that barely filled out her bathing suits.

As she neared nineteen, though, that figure filled out. Her tiny, mosquito-bite tits swelled to an ample cupcake size, with prominent little gumdrop nipples that threatened to poke through her t-shirts. The most amazing change, though, was her ass. I started noticing that her jeans were fitting better and, about three months before her eighteenth birthday, the weather finally turned enough to get warm and I saw her sunbathing out on the back deck. I was looking through the bathroom window and her ass was...spectacular. I went instantly and painfully erect and started, almost unconsciously, to play with my cock as I watched. It suddenly hit me what I was doing and I almost stopped but, about that moment, she turned onto her side and the sensational curve of her ass and legs and her tiny, smooth back, made me suddenly get that familiar tingling. My cock erupted and painted the bathroom wall with ropes of thick cum. I finished sheepishly and cleaned up the mess but the guy who emerged from that bathroom was a distinctly different one from the guy who went in. I was wracked with guilt and shame at having masturbated while watching my own step-daughter. When she came in from the deck, I literally fled into my bathroom so I wouldn't have to look her in the eye.

In the weeks that followed, I found my fantasies, while masturbating, kept on drifting to the sight of her ass and legs out on that deck. My ex-sister-in-law, who had always been my main jerk-off girl, was suddenly Old News. Now, it was Lola and just the sound her name was enough to make me rock hard.

It was during this time, too, that some extremely strange things began to happen with my wife and Lola and me. First, it was the two of them, standing in the doorway to our kitchen, Barb telling me that her ex-boyfriend had run into Lola at the mall, after not seeing her for three years, and told her, "Wow, Lola, you got a really sweet little ass!" I was taken aback and must have looked it. I couldn't figure out why they'd be telling me this. If Barb disapproved, I would have thought she'd tell me in private and maybe ask what we should do about it. Instead, they were both smiling and bright-eyed while telling me. I managed to stammer that I really didn't have my own opinion about that because I had never wanted to take a very close look at Lola's ass. Barb looked a bit thrown but then said, "Well...that's good! It's good that you haven't noticed, of course." I glanced sideways at Lola and was stunned to find that she didn't look happy about it at all. When she saw me glance that way, she instantly smiled but I know what I saw.

Lola has always been fairly uninhibited about dressing around the house. Seeing her in just a t-shirt and panties wasn't a frequent occurrence but it wasn't unheard of, either. I began to see it more often after that; maybe twice or three times a week, when before it might have been every 60-70 days, maybe. Barb inserted some odd remarks into our conversations, too, saying that Lola's new boyfriend reminded Lola of me and that I should be flattered. She also admitted having told Lola that I was a sensitive and tireless lover and knew how to touch Barb so that she would have big orgasms. She didn't come right out and say it but she intimated strongly that she and Lola talked about sex frequently and openly and even hinted that she had described my cock and balls to her!

About four months after Lola's eighteenth birthday, Barb had to go into the hospital for a routine procedure that required an overnight stay. I offered to sit with her in her room but she insisted that Lola and I go home, even though it was an hour's drive and a ferry ride away. AS I got ready to leave, Barb kissed me and said, "I don't want Lola to be lonely tonight, so you take care of her, okay?"

All the way home, Lola had a small, secretive smile on her face but, once we got to the house, she went straight to bed. I went to bed, acutely aware that we were alone in the house. My cock was hard enough to crack ice and I laid there idly stroking it and listening to the night sounds of the house. The door to our bedroom was open, as it always is, and, about 1:30, while I was still awake and deciding whether or not to go ahead and jack my dick, I heard Lola's bedsprings creak. Her doorway faces ours and I laid very still, my heart racing. I pretended to be asleep and peered out from between suinted eyelids as Lola emerged from the darkness of her room stark naked. She walked slowly out of the room, her eyes searching the darkness of our room. I opened my eyes. I still felt like a dirty old letch but I wasn't about to squander a chance to see her nude. I don't know if she could see any light reflected off my eyes but she paused for a second, her tiny, shaved cunt clearly visible, and looked into my doorway. She then walked down the hall and I heard the bathroom door. A few minutes later, she came back, this time pausing again with her beautiful ass completely exposed. She walked back into her room inch by inch, taking at least thirty seconds to vanish from sight.

I laid there feeling as though I were hooked up to an electric cable. I was wildly tempted to just sit up and look at her openly but I didn't. Finally, she went into her room and I laid back, exhausted. I grabbed my cock and began to jack off in earnest, replaying that beautiful, maddening picture of her body as I worked my rod. I didn't even care if she heard me. I was so frantic with lust that I really didn't even make a lot of effort to be quiet.

I heard something from her room and stopped, my frenzied cock tingling in my grip. I listened carefully and heard what sounded like very faint panting, broken at intervals by an unmistakable low moan. Hearing that, I jacked my meat savagely and kicked off the covers just in time, as a torrent of hot cum rocketed out of my cock, hitting me squarely in the face. I grunted in surprise and suddenly heard Lola's voice.

"Steven? Are you okay?" she called out.

"I'm fine," I managed, choking on a large wad of cum that had shot into my mouth, "What are you still doing awake, Sweetie?"

"Just tossing and turning a little, that's all," she replied, "Is there anything you need?"

Well, here it was, I thought. Do I risk completely misintrepreting everything that happened? I wasn't totally convinced that it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. If I said something about being lonely or wanting some company, would she just freak out?

Ultimately, I replied that I was okay and we said goodnight. For six weeks after, I ran it around in my mind: Why would Barb insist that we spend the night alone at the house? Why did Lola get up naked to go to the bathroom? She had to have realized that I might be awake and would certainly see her nude.

This had been going on for a couple of years, now, and it was becoming exhausting. I was simply tired of unconsummated lust and wanted nothing more than to be rid of it. I became convinced that it was all in my head and that Lola no more thought of me as an realistic sexual target than I did Michelle Pfeiffer.

I began to make a determined attempt to fantasize about other women. I went back to my ex-sister-in-law, a slim brown-haired hellion who bore a slight resemblance to Lola. I had never had an actual sexual enocunter with her, either, but we flirted quite a bit and even made out a couple of times. Before Lola, she was nearly an obsession, for over fifteen years. I had pictured the two of us in every sexual act known to man and a few that I think I probably invented. She told me one time that she loved to suck dicks more than anything and longed to try sucking two at the same time. Getting back to her was not hard, and I began to phase Lola out of my thoughts.

In early June, we went to a graduation ceremony for Lola's cousin and went to the after-party. It had been a bear of a week at work and, that Friday night, I got a little more drunk than I wanted to. I dimly remembered Lola taking my keys and from then on, nothing. I was at least relieved to wake up in our bed the next morning. Barb had gone to the beach with her mother for the weekend, so I wasn't surprised to find myself alone.

When I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee, Lola was there, drinking a cup of her own.

I murmured a hello and got a cup out of the cabinet. She watched me closely, a small smile playing around her mouth.

"Do you remember what you said to me last night?" she asked softly.

I froze. I had had an episode a couple of years ago, before I met Barb, when I got black-out drunk and clumsily propositioned a woman I had a thing for. She told me about it later and I had never been so ashamed of myself.

"Uh...No, Sweetie," I managed, "I don't remember anything after you took my keys. I'm not proud of getting that loaded. If we could just forget it, I'd be obliged. Did I say anything bad or insulting?"

"No, Steven, of course not," she chuckled, "You wouldn't say anything like that. I liked what you said. It was...sweet."

I couldn't even look at her. I picked up my coffee and murmured something about taking a shower and went to the bathroom. I was in there until the coffee was gone and I came out with a partial erection, my mind all awhirl with my fantasy pictures of Lola in a t-shirt and panties.

As I came out of the bathroom, my bedroom door was to my left and Lola's was to the right. As I started to turn left, Lola spoke.

"Steven?" she called out, a strange note in her voice, "Could you come here for a minute?"

I walked into her room and stopped short. She was standing next to her bed, wearing a floral-print set of bra and panties. She was looking at he shyly and adjusting her bra strap.

"Yeah, Sweetie?" I was finally able to say.

"Do you...do you like my underwear?" she asked softly.

"Uh..." I began, as mesmerized as a cobra facing a flute, "It's...uh...very pretty, Lo. You look....umm...beautiful."

"Thanks!" she smiled, "I just bought these. Do they fit okay?"

Shs turned slowly, her arms raised over her head.

"Perfectly," I smiled weakly, "They're very...flattering."

"Do you like me in them?" she said, in a voice that finally left no doubt in my mind about what she was thinking.

"Baby," I murmured. I had never called her that before and her breath caught a little when I said it, "You look so beautiful. Could I...could I ask you for a favor?"

"Of course, baby," she said, her breath coming short, "Anything."

"I've been looking at you for so long, now, stealing glances, sneaking a peek now and then. I was trying not to make you feel uncomfortable or creep you out. But...could I just look at you for a while? Just really look at you and see you in your pretty underwear? I would really love that. I never get enough of looking at your beautiful face and body, baby. Would you mind if I did that for a few minutes? I promise I won't touch you or do anything you don't want but...I just love to look at you."

She smiled and sighed deeply.

"Of course you can, my darling step-dad," she smiled, "Come here and sit on the bed."

I walked to her bed and sat sitffly on the edge. She stood right in front of me, close enough to touch.

"You can look at me all you want," she said very softly. She lifted her arms and swept her hair up from underneath. It fell in blonde waves around her shoulders.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"I don't care," I replied, "You're so beautiful, baby. But I would love it if you would turn around."

"You want to see me from behind?" she murmured. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. Her perfect little ass was inches from my faceand I tried not to stare at it but failed.

"You wanted to look at my ass, didn't you?" she whispered, "I'm so glad you asked me, baby. Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, my darling step-daugher," I gasped, "Just perfect."

"You can touch me, y'know?" she said softly, a quiver coloring her voice, "I've been wanting you to for so long, Steven."

I reached my hands out and slipped them along the curve of her ass, gently lifting the sweet globes andfeeling them tense a bit in my palms. I ran my fingers apong the exposed flesh just below the seams of her high-cut panties and she moaned faintly in her chest.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I asked.

"Mmmm, it's so good, baby!" she rasped, "Better than I ever imagined."

She trembled and pooched her tiny ass against my hands.

"Anything you want, my baby," she whispered.

"I took the waistband of her panties in my hands and slowly peeled them down, rolling them over the cheks of her gorgeous ass, until her lovely crack was completely exposed.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"No matter what you do, darling, it'll be okay," she replied.

I pulled the panties off her and reached up, unsnapping her bra. She shrugged out of the bra and spread her legs a bit, letting the panties slip down her legs to the floor.

She turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders, her sweet, shaven cunt showing from between her legs.

"This is what I want," she muttered, "Touch me, baby."

I slipped my fingers between her legs and felt a torrent of juices that instantly coated my fingers and ran down my wrist. She squatted a bit so that her legs would part nore and I slipped my finger into her tiny cuntslit, tickling her little clit as I went in. Her tits were right in my face and I took her left nipple into my lips and teased the tip of it with my tongue. I chewed gently at the nipple and she groaned softly, her hips starting to pump down into my hand as I fingered her deeper. I probed her cunt slowly and gently and rubbed her clit with my thumb as I did it. She began to pump into my hand and took my head into a fierce grip as I enjoyed the warm, tight, slickness of her pretty pussy.

"Gonna....make me...cum!" she panted as she rode my finger, "Oh, fuck, shit, my beautiful step-daddy! Don't stop...Mmmm, after this, though..."

She leaned down and whispered into my ear.

"I want to suck your dick!"

more to come...