Chapter 4

This is a fantasy dealing with sexual matters between a step father and daughter. If the topic offends you, move along. This is my fantasy and there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD’s in my world. Showers are only mentioned as part of sex acts. My characters all have good hygiene.

Her eyelids were fluttering. Her eyes were trying to roll back in her head. She was covered in sweat. Finally, with open eyes, my daughter said, “Daddy that was fucking awesome. I’ve never felt like that before.” She leaned down to give me a kiss on the lips. Kim, after recovering from her first orgasm with Daddy, went upstairs to get cleaned up and changed for bed. I closed up the house for the night and followed her upstairs sometime later.

I was just going up the stairs when the bathroom door opened. Kim came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body. We stepped into her room, sat on her bed and began to makeout.

Doing this with my daughter was so sublime an experience that it didn’t take me long to be sporting another hardon. Kim was absolutely the best kisser I had ever been with. Her lips were plump and yielded completely to my tongue, opening her mouth enough to welcome me.

With my tongue in her mouth, Kim’s tongue met mine in a romantic dance. From time to time, I would withdraw and use my teeth to lightly pull her lips out and away from her mouth. Often her tongue would follow mine into my mouth. The two tongues would intertwine. Kim liked using her tongue to trace my lips.

We were interrupted by the chiming of her phone indicating Kim had received a text. Like any eighteen year old, she dropped what she was doing, mainly me, and reached for the phone. Reading the text, her facial expression indicated disgust.

“Mom just got off the highway and is stopping at the 24 hour grocery store. She wants to know if we need anything.” I just shrugged and Kim texted back a no.

“Dammit,” I said to my daughter. “She’s always screwing things up.”

Kim nodded her agreement. I suggested we go to bed, separate beds, and we would see what tomorrow brings. Wrapping her arms around me, Kim gave me one last kiss with lots of tongue.

I went to my own bed and was fortunate enough to be asleep when Kim’s mother, my wife came home. My daughter invaded my dreams that night with the events downstairs running through my mind in a never ending loop. Ahhhhh, life was good.

The bitch was lying beside me in the bed, still asleep when I got up to take care of my morning essentials. I was sitting downstairs reading the morning newspapers on the internet and drinking coffee when I heard noises of people stirring coming from the bedroom level.

Carla was the first one down. She nodded at me, setting things up for her morning cup of tea, when she asked me what I had planned for the day.

“I wasn’t expecting you home so Kim and I planned on going to the farmer’s market in St. Jerome this morning and then the Mennonite restaurant for lunch.”

“Oh, great,” said Carla. “I’ll come too.”

It was just then that Kim came into the kitchen still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her timing was superb as it prevented a verbal battle about her mother coming with us.

Carla ended up spending the better part of a week with us before heading off to wherever again. Obviously, nothing happened between Kim and I for the duration of Carla’s visit home. Except for one night.

Carla took sleeping pills some nights as prescribed by her doctor. They weren’t instant acting as they would allow her to talk and read for maybe an hour before falling asleep. Also, it wouldn’t take much to wake her up from her sleep. I guess they were more slumber pills than sleeping pills.

Carla and I were lying in our bed one night, after pill time, just talking about family gossip. We did that occasionally, it was not always fighting and arguing between us.

Kim came in the room and lay down at the foot of the bed. Without her mother noticing, Kim grasped my foot and pulled it towards her. When it was positioned where she wanted it, my daughter began to rub her pussy against the sole of my foot. Since I wear a size fifteen shoe, she actually had a lot of foot to work with. Truth be told, I had more foot than cock.

I shut up when I felt the pussy rubbing on my foot through her panties. My daughter picked up on my discussion with her mother so there was no need for me to talk anyway. Carla’s responses seemed to be coming more and more slowly, so we knew the slumber pills were beginning to affect her.

Kim’s hands moved around in the area of our foot-pussy interactions. I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the panties blocking our skin to skin activity were removed. My daughter then began to use my big toe like a small cock rubbing it up and down her pussy and against her clit.

It was a fabulous feeling for both of us. I had a raging hardon at this point even though my foot wasn’t causing that reaction in me. It had to be the situation. Carla falling asleep while her daughter masturbated herself using my foot. I let out a huge gasp when Kim added a new dimension to our foot play. She adjusted her position and actually inserted my big toe into her vagina. My gawd, the girl was humping herself on my toe.

Although a completely new experience for me, I was right into it. I was doing my best to fuck my daughter with my toe while Kim was gyrating her hips and achieving penetration with it. From out of nowhere, surprising us both, Carla spoke up.

In a somewhat slurring voice, Carla asked who was shaking the bed.

“I guess it’s me, Momma,” said our daughter. “I’m scratching an itch.”

I had to fight back a roaring laugh at Kim’s words. Carla just grunted an unintelligible response. Kim continued gyrating her hips as my toe penetrated her and retracted, over and over again.

I was laying back, head on my pillow, just exhilarating in this newly displayed attitude of my daughter. I was shocked out of my reverie by Kim reaching her hand to my prick and caressing it. Another gasp came from me.

Carla told Kim to lay still, the shaking was bothering her. Fortunately, she did not open her eyes enough to see what her daughter and I were up to. I was fucking Kim with my foot while she was stroking my dick, slowly and exquisitely.

Never, but never, was I going to become accustomed to my daughter’s hand jobs. She claimed to have no experience before me and I had no reason to disbelieve her. I had to think she just oozed creativity.

Kim was stroking my dick faster and her grip had tightened on me. Her hips were pushing herself harder and faster against my big toe. It was inserted as far as it could go and when pulled out, it was to the opening of her cunt. Continuing at this pace, with Carla’s occasional murmurings in the background, we were fast approaching our mutual orgasm.

When it came, I could feel the muscles in Kim’s body contracting and clenching in spasm. My toe was inundated with my daughter’s vaginal fluids. And my cock was spurting its seminal fluid all over my daughter’s hand and even onto her legs.

I removed my foot from its now awkward position. Still covered in my cum, my prick was returning to its position of rest. I’m sure both my daughter and I had smiles plastered to our faces.

Both of us moved our legs so we could see each other.

I whispered to my daughter, “I love you, Kim.”

She responded, “Love you too, Daddy.”

And, with that said, my daughter began to lick my cum from her hand.

Carla, threw out a response too, “I love you too, now Kim, go to your own bed.”

OMFG! We were shocked. Did she know what was going on? Apparently not, as he outburst was followed by light snoring. My daughter and I both let out a sigh of relief.

Kim, in order to get out of the bed, needed to sort of crawl over me. One thigh came relatively close to my mouth so I did what any father would do, I licked my daughter’s thigh giving me a taste of her delightful elixir. She didn’t hesitate, just kept climbing over me and out of the bed. Standing beside me, she licked her hand free of my spend. Amazing me, my daughter leaned over me and gave my cock a few quick licks as well.

With a smile and a wink, my daughter and I exchanged goodnight kisses.

I received a text from my Babygirl the following afternoon.

“Daddy, did you like it?”

“Of course, I did,” I texted back.

“I loved doing it with Mommy right there.” This was the display of a new attitude from my daughter.

“I was worried at first that she would catch us.”

“Me too, but I got over it. LOL.”

“You’re a vixen, Babygirl.”

“I don’t know what that is, but ok.”

“LOL. I’ll explain it to you later.”

“Now.”

“Babygirl, you are an amazing little sexpot. Every time we are together, you turn me on more and more.”

“Did you like watching me lick your cum off my hand, Daddy?”

“I certainly did. I would never have imagined my daughter swallowing my sperm like you did before this.”

“Oh, Daddy.”

“But I didn’t think you liked my taste. Not based on your reaction from the other night.”

“You surprised me then, Daddy.”

“So you like Daddy’s taste then?”

“I’m really not sure.”

“Then why did you do it, Kim?”

“I know you like it. Don’t you, Daddy?”

“OMFG!!! Of course, I like it. I love it even.”

“I’m glad, Daddy. My friends tell me that all men like blowjobs.”

“How many daddies in the world are lucky enough to have a daughter who likes his sperm?”

“Just you, Daddy, maybe.”

“LMAO. I’m sure there are more than just you and I that enjoy each other’s bodies.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to suck your cock, Daddy.”

“Babygirl, I want you to be sure at each step we make. Babysteps, Kim, babysteps. There’s no pressure on you. We can stop any time you have reached your limit.”

“But I’m your woman, Daddy. I want to do everything with you.”

“Kim, you are my daughter and I love you. We will do as much and as often as you like. Just no pressure.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’m on my way home. Mommy has gone away again.”

“Wonderful! I’ll be home as soon as I can get there. Love you, Babygirl.”

“Love you too, Daddy. See you soon.”

In my mind, what we were doing were acts of love. Not just sex. Not just lust. It was important to me that my daughter know this. I wanted us to last forever. We just needed to take our time, babysteps, to make this happen.

I decided that we would have steaks on the bar-b-que tonight. That meant a stop at the butcher on the way home. Of course, there was a line at the counter. I reread the text exchange with my daughter today. When she referred to sex and called me Daddy, it was such a turn on that I was soon sporting an erection.

I think one of the women in line was checking me out and noticed my bulging package. I’m pretty sure I turned red from embarrassment. The woman looked up and smiled. Finally, I had three beautifully marbled bone- in rib eyes wrapped and in my hands. As I turned to leave, that woman smiled at me again. I wished her a good evening and continued out the door.

Once at home, I was dismayed to discover that Kim’s bff, Tracey, was there as well. I liked Tracey but it was always so difficult to make her leave before she was ready. As always, I gave both girls a hug and went upstairs to get changed.

Back downstairs, I heard the girls clattering around in the kitchen. This didn’t bode well.

“Daddy, I told Tracey she could stay for dinner.”

“I only bought three steaks.” I knew it was a feeble attempt before I even heard my daughter’s response.

“We’ll split one of the steaks. They are so big!” said Kim.

“Alright, I’m going to go start the grill. Where’s Mike?”

“He’s staying at Troy’s tonight. It will just be the three of us anyway.”

Within the hour, the three of us were sitting at the dining room table with perfectly cooked medium rare steaks in front of us. Kim and Stacey had thrown together a nice salad to go with the steaks and I had grilled some asparagus to add to their efforts.

The conversation at the table was pretty mundane. Mostly just girl talk with me focused on my meal. But, my attention was soon grabbed by a startling turn in the direction of the chatting.

“Yeah, he wants me to become a stripper,” said Tracey.

Kim replied, “He does? Oh my gawd!”

Stupidly, I know, I chimed in with, “Who wants you to be a stripper?”

“My father,” answered Tracey.

I was so startled by her answer that she almost wore a slightly chewed piece of tomato from my salad. I coughed and coughed trying to swallow the offending piece of fruit. Both girls jumped up to pat me on my back. It seemed like forever, but wasn’t very long at all, before I had myself under control.