For the past ten years, my marriage had slowly been deteriorating. As my career had crumbled, my wife's had skyrocketed. It was amazing how quickly we grew apart. But, whether it was out of laziness or fear, we stayed together.
Since my wife's career had gone forward, I'd become more of a househusband, which meant being there for my now eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Jodie. Jodie is a cheerleader and hot as hell. She's got a great body and she knows it. Between cheerleading practice and working out, she does everything she can to keep her body slim and trim, while her voluptuous breasts make many a man fantasize.
I knew, as her step-dad, it was wrong to think about Jodie sexually. But, as she got older, it got harder and harder. She had this seductive way of calling me Daddy that made my cock stand to attention. She seemed oblivious to her affect on me, but I fantasized more and more about fucking my stepdaughter.
One night, my wife was out of town; I woke up in the middle of the night. I was pretty lenient with Jodie; let her stay out how late she wanted and what not. As I went down the stairs, I heard noises in the kitchen. Figuring it was Jodie, I flipped on the light. It was not Jodie, but some guy in his boxer shorts.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded.
"I... Uh..." The kid was startled and confused. He had a can of whipped cream in his hand and I began to figure out what was going on.
"Out of my house now."
"But, Jodie—"
"Is in big trouble. Leave."
"But my clothes!"
I took a step towards the guy and without a second thought he bolted for the door. It took me a few minutes to decide what I was going to do. Sure, I should punish Jodie. Her Mom wouldn't approve of her having sex with guys under her roof. But, the horny side of me planted a seed in my head I couldn't quite overcome.
I turned off the light and crept down the hallway to the basement door. Our basement was finished and we'd moved Jodie down there when she was a teenager to give her her privacy. Little did I know that meant having sex with guys.
I shed my robe so that I would match the guy's outfit—just boxers. I crept down the stairs, the lights were off so I had to go by memory and feel alone.
I heard Jodie giggle. "Did you get it Johnnie?" "Couldn't find it," I said in a whisper, hoping this would disguise my voice. "I've got a better idea though."
I couldn't see my stepdaughter, but I could make out the outline of the bed. I slipped into the bed, and groped around. I found her naked body and smiled, my cock immediately growing erect. Slowly, I began to feel up her exposed body, the soft legs, flat stomach, and amazingly luscious breasts. Her nipples were hard and I added to this predicament by twisting them lightly.
Her throaty voice moaned in appreciation. "I like this already."
I let my mouth take over where my hands had been—licking, sucking, nipping at the area around her nipples. Her breathing got heavier and she began to squirm in pleasure. Slowly, I made my way around and around the nipple area before taking one into my mouth, biting gently and then repeating the process to the other.
"Oh God, Johnnie, where did you learn that?"
I laughed against her breasts, taking turns on each nipple as my hand crept south. She was soaking wet and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her silly right then, but I kept my control on a leash. Instead, I slipped my finger up and down her wet little slit.
