After a long day I was in bed early, around 11pm or so, and asleep in minutes. I woke to shuffling sounds in the dark of my room, listened for a second and heard the familiar scuffing of her feet. The sound stopped after a few more steps and I could hear her standing there in the dark taking delicate little breaths.
My stepdaughter Daphne was a tiny little thing, all of five foot nothing and light as half a feather, not even a full month had passed since her 18th birthday. She was quite proportional to her height, she was very lean but didn't look unhealthily skinny. Her legs were shapely and nicely toned from her long hours of hiking in the woods in the summer and skiing in the winter. The legs culminated in a wonderfully round, tight little ass...a perfect little upside down heart that was so firm it hardly jiggled when she ran around in her bikini.
Her little titties were not quite a handful but were topped with small, bright rosy pink areola and long, fat nipples...close to an inch long and half an inch wide...that seemed perpetually hard. This was something I had, of course, never noticed before because she had apparently felt the need to always be very covered up. Once she turned 18, however, I had definitely noticed! She not only took to not caring if her sweet little nipples poked out through her tops, she took to intentionally wearing somewhat shear white tops so not only would her perky nubs be obvious, the rosy color was as well. I think she quickly learned to enjoy the fact that her very pronounced buds were every bit as much eye-magnets as the much larger breasts of some of her friends.
And her face, the face an angel. Full pouty lips so dark red as to not even need lipstick, the cutest little button nose and large emerald green eyes and just the faintest sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks, and long, naturally wavy deep red hair completed the angelic picture. She looked very much like her mother, but I didn't hold that against her. I really suppose I shouldn't have been as acutely aware of all these details as I was but, well, I was.
"Daph," I said softly into the dark, "what's up, baby?"
"Can I," she paused and took a deeper breath, "can I get in bed with you?"
It wasn't unusual over the years for Daphne to want to climb in bed if it was cold or she had a bad dream or just couldn't sleep. It started long before her mother left and had continued after she had. I had supposed it was innocent enough and never thought anything of it. I pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and told her to climb on in. I lay on my side and as she snuggled in to my back I could feel a lot of skin. She normally wore baggy T-shirts and boys boxer shorts to bed but now against my bare back, arms and legs all I could feel was a little bit of silky fabric and soft skin every bit as silken. I could feel her stiff nipples digging into my back and she bent her legs to match the curve of mine and nestled them right up against me. And there was the way she smelled...of wildflowers and sweet musk, a scent that was quite honestly all hers. It was not her perfume or shampoo, it was 100% her natural scent. Her skin against mine, the intoxicating smell of her and then the dainty arm she wrapped over my side, the tiny hand laying near my bellybutton...my dick started to swell in spite of my lack of carnal intentions.
I cleared my throat to be sure she was awake, "Daph, aren't you getting a little old for this?" She didn't respond and for a moment I thought maybe she'd drifted to sleep already, until her delicate little fingers started playing with the light hairs beneath my bellybutton. My cock quickly sprang to full attention. "D-Daphne! What are you doing?"
"Maybe I'm finally old ENOUGH," she said huskily as her hand slid down inside the elastic of my underwear, her fingertips grazing the top of my pubic bush just inches from my suddenly throbbing member. "I've wanted this for a long time."
In a sudden motion I slid up in the bed and little and stretched over to turn on the bedside lamp. Not wanting to miss her opportunity her hand shot down into my underwear and her soft little fingers wrapped around my shaft, as far as they could anyway. It all happened so fast, the light was on and her hand was on me, already lightly stroking my dick before I'd even had time to register it all. Four minutes before, I'd been fast asleep, now I was half sitting up in bed, the light on, with little Daphne starting to jerk me off. I could find no words, my brain was barely functioning, I tried to gently but firmly push her away but she wasn't having it. Without letting go of my dick she managed to throw the covers back and get on top of me, straddling my legs with her face hovering above the tent in my underwear. She locked eyes with me and I was drawn into those large pools of emerald green and trapped there. Still looking deep into my eyes she lowered her gorgeous little mouth onto the underside of my shaft, the moist heat of her breath filtering through the fabric of my shorts engulfed me. I was floating inside a cloud of passion. Lowering her head further between my thighs and pulling the material to the side she delicately sucked one of my huge balls into her tiny mouth then the other, she licked and sucked them as she stroked my dick and she almost had me. I was almost hers without question. But some distant part of my mind came screaming back at me and I jumped out of the bed.
"Daphne Jane! What the fuck are you doing?!?" I didn't even noticed at first that as I had jumped up she had held tight to my underwear and ripped them completely off me. I was standing there completely naked, my rock hard cock pointing straight at her, a little dollop of pre-cum welling up at the tip. "We... We can't do this, Daph! What makes you think I--"
"For the past three years I've paraded around in bikinis, 'accidentally' walked in on you in the shower, 'accidentally' left my door open when I was changing, brushed up against you in the kitchen, bent over in front of the TV while you were looking...and not once did you try anything." She smiled, took a breath and stood up from the bed, for the first time I noticed what she was wearing. It was a delicate little babydoll and little matching panties, deep green to match her eyes and perfectly see-thru between the decorative swirls of intricate lace. "And I know why that was," she continued after taking another step, "because you're a GOOD man and the thought never even entered your mind. But now I'm old enough, there's no reason to deny ourselves any longer."
I wanted nothing more than to run out that bedroom door and lock myself away...except maybe to wrap her up in my arms, bury my cock deep inside her and suck those amazing nipples into my mouth. I was frozen as she took another step closer and stood right in front of me. Her tiny hands reached up and began rubbing over my hairy chest. She pinched my nipples and stepped closer, right up against me so that my cock was between us, pressed flat up against her stomach. She rubbed the silk of her lingerie up and down the underside of my rigid tool. I wanted to reach out, to embrace her, but still I resisted. Clinging to me she slid down, rubbing her tummy then little tits then finally soft cheek against my dick. She was on her knees before me, tiny and vulnerable, slowly stroking my cock with both of her soft little hands and looking up at me. Her huge green eyes implored me accept her offering, her full little lips pouted. Somehow she managed to look innocent in spite of her position and ongoing actions.
