It's late on a Saturday night, and I'm settled in my chair, game controller in hand, battling that infuriating water level that I just can't seem to conquer. My wife is already asleep upstairs, but I'm not ready for bed yet. My stepdaughter is out at a house party with her friends, and I figured someone should wait up for her--might as well be me.
Allie was about nine years old when I married her mom, though I'd been in her life long before that. I still remember how nervous I was when I started dating her mom--I wanted Allie to like me, to feel comfortable with me, and to accept me. I worked hard to include her in everything and shower her with as much love as I could. Over time, we developed a strong bond. She became my little buddy, someone who knew she could tell me anything, and I grew to feel an overwhelming sense of fatherly love and protectiveness for her.
It feels like just yesterday she was that adorable little girl playing with her toys, and now, at 18, she's all grown up--spreading her wings and stepping into adulthood. Time really does fly.
I hear the jingle of keys at the door, and the slight creak as it opens and shuts. Without taking my eyes off the screen, I ask, "Hi, Allie. How was the party?"
"It was good, Daddy," she replies, her tone light and casual.
I pause my game and turn to look at her--and the controller almost slips from my hands. My jaw falls slack as I take in what she's wearing.
She was wearing the tiniest black shorts paired with cute, thigh-high white socks. The stretch of bare thigh skin in between is captivating. She has on chunky black Doc Martens which adds a bit of ruggedness to her look. A cropped tank top reveals her midriff and accentuates the cleavage created by her well-developed breasts. Over the top is an unbuttoned red and black buffalo plaid button-up to complete the look.
She had always been naturally beautiful, the kind of girl who didn't need makeup to shine. But tonight, she's got just enough on to subtly enhance her already stunning features. Last year, she'd made the decision to go blonde, and it suited her perfectly--her long, straight hair looks flawless, silky, and smooth. And those big, steel-blue eyes of hers still holds that same playful spark they've always had.
This wasn't the little buddy I'd known all those years ago--she's grown into a full-fledged woman. And, undeniably, she looked incredible.
Allie looks over at me and asks, "Daddy, are you okay?" Oh God, I must have been staring, I thought. Shit... my mouth is open.
"Uhh yeah honey, I just... I'm not used to seeing you dressed up like that I guess," I reply.
"Dad - I told you that I got a new outfit when my friends and I were at the mall, this is it," Allie reminded me.
"Yeah, it's... cute. You look really good, Allie," I replied.
"Thanks, daddy," Allie blushes.
I feel a familiar tingle down between my legs. I look down and notice that my joggers are already tented up. What the fuck, I think to myself. I grab my game controller and try to obscure the noticeably growing bulge in my pants. I look back over to Allie whose face and neck is now completely flushed. Oh shit, did she see?
Allie looks over to me and says, "Um, I'm going to go upstairs to change, dad. I might come back down and scroll on my phone if you're going to be up for a while?"
"Yeah, sure honey, I'll be here," I reply.
I try not to look as she runs up the stairs, but I can't help myself--those tight little shorts accentuate every curve of her perfect teenaged ass. "Get it together, man - that's Allie." I say to myself as I give my head a clearing shake and try to immerse myself back into my game.
A few minutes later, I hear Allie descending the staircase. She's wearing a thin, white, oversized tee that reached down to her mid-thigh. Lately, I've noticed that she's gotten more relaxed. It's painfully easy to tell when she's not wearing her bra, and I can't help but notice. She's obviously gifted in the boob department, especially for an 18-year-old. I can't help but notice as she's coming down the stairs--yeah, she's not wearing a bra again. My eyes are immediately drawn to her obviously hard nipples dancing around in her shirt as she bounds down the steps, seemingly exaggerating the motion. I try to look away, but I can't help it-- she's a stunningly gorgeous young woman. I try to push my suddenly intensifying lust aside as I attempt to return to my game.
Allie sits down across from me on the couch, and I hear her giggling at her phone. "What's so funny over there?" I laughingly ask.
"Just this stupid meme. Here, look," Allie says.
I turn my gaze over to her direction, but her outstretched phone isn't what grabs my attention. She's perched herself on the couch with her knees up and her long shirt stretched over them, but there's not nearly enough shirt to cover the bottom, and I have a direct line of sight to her cute little pink cotton panties.
I quickly look away and up to her phone and laugh nervously at the meme that she's trying to show me. My eyes darting back down to make sure that I saw what I thought I saw--I did. She must know that I can see that, right?
I focus my attention on the tv screen again, nervously and subconsciously stealing periodic glances at those pink panties. Fuck, I'm getting hard again. Unable to concentrate, I absentmindedly stare at my game, not a thought in my head except for my gorgeous stepdaughter's cute panties.
At this point, I hear the familiar ding of a notification on my phone, and glance over to see that it's a text from Allie. I look over at her again, as I pick up the phone and I see that she looks nervous and flushed.
I open the text to see a selfie of her in front of the bathroom mirror, completely topless, her pretty blond hair draped in a way that frames her perfect teenage breasts.
A wave of nervous adrenaline hits me as I stare in shock and amazement, trying to quickly sort out my feelings.
"Do you like it, Daddy?" she asks quietly and timidly. I stare at the picture, feeling my love for her rapidly evolve into something else... something different.
"Yes, Allie, I like it a lot, actually - you're beautiful," I tell her as I somehow tear my gaze away from the phone and see that her eyes are clearly trained on my bulge.
She scoots down on the couch a bit more and opens her legs a little wider, exposing more of those pink panties. I can't help but stare at the small, darkening patch in the center of her panties getting bigger and bigger by the second.God, this is so wrong. I think as I look away.
Allie finally breaks the silence and says, "Daddy, I saw the way you stared at me when I came home tonight. I can tell you thought that I looked cute in my sexy new outfit."
I look up again and see Allie's hand on her panties as she starts to slowly rub herself.
"I just... Allie, it's just different for me to see you like that now," I stammer.
