I think my step-daughter date raped me and that my wife helped her do it. Hello, my name is Dan and I am 40 years old. To describe myself I am 6'2" with a little bit of a weight problem but not too bad. I have blond hair, blue eyes and a goatee and mustache. I met my wife about 6 years ago.
Stephanie, my wife, was 38 years old, also blond hair but with green eyes and a very voluptuous shape. Very pleasing to look at. And, she's awesome in bed. She's been married before and had children from her first marriage.
She had Jason who was 15 when I met him. Now he's 21 and in a nearby community college. He's got his own place and we only see him about two or three times a month. He's really smart when it comes to computers and networks and stuff like that. And the girls like him because he's 6'0 tall with dark brown hair and green eyes like his mother. Too bad for them because he realized he was gay when he was about 18 or so. It took awhile, but we adjusted to his preference.
Then there's Amanda who was 12 when I met her. She's 18 now. When she was 16 or so she asked if she could talk to me in private. I said sure. That's when she laid a bombshell on me. She told me that she had feelings for me. And sexual fantasies. Inside I was shaking like a leaf. There was SO damn much that could go wrong here, I had to be ultra careful. I informed her that was natural since i was the prevalent male influence in her life. I also told her that would subside once she got serious with a boy at school. Then as soon as the conversation was over I went and told my wife. She told me that she had suspected it for awhile. I was stunned. How come I was the last to know? Arghh!!
Then we called Amanda in and reinforced my initial talk some more. She stunned us both when she seemed to accept what we said and then she told us that she was just going to continue having her "special time" with thoughts of me. Then she left. I tell you, I was very careful after that when I was around her. At 16 she looked like a little nymphet. Blonde hair and blue eyes, about 5'4", and she still had some baby fat which looked pretty dadgum enticing in an innocent way if she wasn't so dang young and I wasn't her step-father. Now, she's 18 and I have to say she lost most of the babyfat but it sure didn't change how hot she looked. At 16 she was already developing some pretty phenomenal breasts, at 18 she was, as they say, stacked. It took almost everything in me to not be checking her out at every opportunity. And there were quite a few opportunities because she liked dressing a little on the skimpy side. Sometimes I suspected she did it on purpose just to see if she could get me all riled up.
Then there is Courtney, the baby of the family. She was 10 when I met her and even then it was obvious that there was something truly special about her. She was very intelligent for her age. Putting together thought processes and concepts that her older sister still hadn't. Her eyes would grab you from the first time meeting her. It's hard to describe what one sees there. There was a light or a brightness to them that shone out and lit up the world around her. You couldn't help but be thrilled with life when you were around her. She had light brown hair and green eyes that just wouldn't quit. She's also the one who you instinctively trust because you know she's trustworthy just by looking at her and talking to her. Now she's 16 and she too has developed into a very healthy young lady. She isn't as well endowed as her older sister and even though it is still too early to truly tell, most indications are that she will have very nice petite breasts.
I know, you think I am a dirty old man for even noticing. Well, maybe so. But it sure didn't help that they both dressed skimpy sometimes. Sometimes they even went braless and they would always seem to find a reason to bend over in front of me. They both also liked to wear just t-shirts and panties to bed. Well, until I put a stop to that and made them wear shorts around bedtime. They complained about that saying that they preferred sleeping nude or just in their panties. I didn't need or want to hear that. I had disturbing dreams for a few days after that. But, we compromised. They wore shorts and a t-shirt right before bedtime and then they wore whatever after they got behind the closed door of their bedrooms.
One more thing you need to know is this. They most usually got their way. I mean the girls by the way. Jason was pretty cool most of the time. They learned early, well before I came into the picture, that if they wanted something they could just keep asking and asking and asking their mother and they could wear her down until she gave in. Oh, she tried hard sometimes to be strong, but they just wouldn't quit. First they would find out the reason why they couldn't whatever it was that they wanted to do and then they tried to use logic to shoot down the reasons. If that didn't work then they tried being sad and crying. Then they would get to anger. They would act pissy for a few days. Then, if they felt they really wanted it still, they would start the cycle all over again. Well, no one is really built to withstand that kind of persistence. My wife wasn't and neither was I. It was only every great once and awhile that they backed off and let us win one. Still, all in all, they were a great bunch of people and I was really glad to be a part of their lives and, I think, vice versa.
Ok, so I bet by now you want to know what happened. You want to know what my lead-in means. So, here goes. It all started about 3 months ago. Ok, so it really probably started about 2 years ago when Amanda told me what she told me. But, I didn't know that it had continued. I found out much much later that Amanda had been bugging her mother for quite some time to get her to "let" me teach her what it was like to be a woman. Every now and then it erupted into some pretty serious catfights almost coming to blows. I was never around when that happened. I only came in on the aftermath and they never told me what the fight was about. But, I could always tell that it was serious.
We were sitting down to dinner a couple of nights after Amanda's 18th birthday. Her sister was at her Dads for the weekend and it was just us three. We were having steak, broccoli, corn, rolls and some Llano Blush wine to wash it all down with. Both of them seemed kind of nervous and yet giddy at the same time. I asked them what was up and they just giggled and said nothing. My eyebrow went up but, I didn't press the issue. My wife told me that I might want to go get a shower. Well, I knew what that meant. Sex. And lots of it. Kinky sex to boot. Sometimes she even plays with my ass and I have to say, for those guys who haven't tried it, well maybe you should. Every great once and awhile she will even use one of her "toys" in my ass. Wow!
Anyways, she told me to hurry. She also told me to take a pill. You know, a Cialis or a Viagra or a Levitra or something. I didn't really need them. I could get erections on my own, but it sure did make my cock very, very hard. And, it stayed hard for awhile too. Which, we both liked. So, I took one and immediately got into the shower and I made sure that I real clean just in case she wanted to do a rim job on me or even just play with my ass.
It was weird though. I got out of the shower and started feeling kind of woozy. Like I had had wayyy too much to drink or something. I managed to get dried off and I went and laid down on the bed. I got the quilt spread over me. And then after that I just don't remember much. It is all just a blur. I will say this though; when I lay down I was nude. After I finally woke up several hours later, I had on underwear. It was inside out. And my dick hurt. It felt like it had abrasions or something. All I remebered was some pretty vivid and yet detailess dreams. That in itself was odd. When I dreamed I usually remembered most of the dream and could almost write a book about it (some seemed to be worth writing about). This was all just a jumble of mixed images about what seemed to be an orgy or something.
I just laughed it off and went about my business. After that though, I started to notice curious little things. And piece by piece I started to put it all together. My wife and Amanda would be talking about something and every time I got close to them they would shut up or change the subject. And they always had a look in their eye whenever I would ask about it. Then they would lie about it. Neither of them are very good liars.
