I am very grateful for the reactions to my previous stories about my stepdaughter and her friend. This is the third installment.
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Six weeks after Kimberley and I started to enjoy a sexual relationship Colleen decided that she was going to move back and try to save our marriage. She knew nothing of what I had done with her daughter or no doubt she would not believe that we still had a marriage to save.
Kimberley was furious at first. She demanded that I told Colleen the truth or she would. Eventually she reluctantly accepted that she would have to sleep in her room again instead of with me. In fact, Kimberley started to stay over at her boyfriends house more and more.
Colleen had spoken to Kimberley and Paul about perhaps going on a family holiday. It was the middle of the summer so choice would be limited but a last minute break might be possible. Between them they managed to find a couple of rooms for seven nights in a hotel in northern Sardinia with flights and a car. Paul suddenly announced that he had not got enough leave left to come with us so Kimberley said she would just come alone with her mum and I.
As we only had a few days before we went I decided to get some things from a local supermarket. It was open twenty four hours so I went quite late at night so I could get a little peace. Things were getting quite tense at home and I was not sure how successful this family trip was going to be.
I was browsing through some clothes at the store when someone poked a finger into my back. I turned round and Clare stood there.
"Hello stranger." She said with a grin and looked around for anyone with me. "On your own?"
"Hey gorgeous." I replied, "Yes, I'm here on my own."
Clare took that as a cue to fling her arms round me and plant a kiss on my lips. I held her in my arms and had forgotten what it was like to hold her.
"God I've missed you." Clare said eventually, "I've had to play with little boys since you dumped me."
"I didn't dump you." I retorted, "Things just got a little complicated at home and Kimberley obviously fell out with you."
Clare looked at me with those piercing eyes and laughed. I was not sure what she was laughing at so stepped back. She was still naturally pretty and she had cut her hair in a short bob since I had last seen her. A white vest top with a lacy white bra underneath and a short summer skirt in yellow and sandals. I could have fucked her on the spot.
"Kimberley was upset when I admitted we had sex that night after the party." Clare said, "She often spoke about wanting to see you naked and even have sex with you. She was just annoyed that I got to you first."
I was gobsmacked. Had Kimberley really always had feelings for me? Was that why she sometimes acted in the way she did? I could feel my cock swelling in my shorts. I was not sure if I just wanted to fuck Clare there and then or go home and fuck Kimberley.
Clare grabbed my arm, "Come with me."
Although the entrance to the changing rooms was closed off we both ducked under the tape and went to the end cubical. She sat on the bench and pulled my cock from my shorts and began to give me one of her heavenly blow jobs. I looked in the mirror to watch from that angle and because there were mirrors on both sides of the cubicle it appeared that Clare was sucking my cock into infinity.
I wanted to fuck her so I pulled away and pushed her skirt up. Typically she had nothing on underneath and her shaven pussy was exposed to me. Without a word I knelt in front of her and pushed my cock inside her in one easy action.
"You fucker." She whispered.
I began to pump my cock in and out of her wet cunt but could not last long. Before I knew it I was spilling my load into her. She grabbed my neck and we kissed. That may have proven to be the last time we would have sex and a quickie in a changing room was not what I had expected but a fuck is a fuck when you are not really getting any.
I pulled my cock out and stood up. She gave it a lick then a little suck and then stood up herself and adjusted her skirt.
"I'll nip out first and then you follow me in a minute or two." She said flinging her arms round my neck and giving me a kiss, "Bye, love you."
With that she was gone. Shortly after I left the changing rooms too and looked around for Clare. She was nowhere to be seen. It was another twenty minutes before I was at the checkout paying for my purchases and although I didn't know it at the time, I would not see Clare ever again.
Almost a week later and Colleen, Kimberley and myself were aboard the plane to take us to Sardinia. Kimberley hated flying, especially the take off and landing. She held my hand as she used to but kept a tight hold of it even after the plane was in the air. Colleen nudged me and indicated the fact with a nod of her head. I shrugged my shoulders and it was a full twenty minutes before she let go.
Eventually, Colleen got up to use the toilet and Kimberley leaned towards me.
"I have missed you Daddy." She said with a sigh, "I love you so much and need to hold you again soon."
I kissed her forehead and gave her hand a squeeze. "I know princess, I know."
I felt her sigh and she snuggled into me.
"Dad, can we run away together?" She whispered and sighed again before I could answer, "Oh God here comes Mum."
Kimberley sat up but still held my hand. Colleen was following a flight attendant up the aisle who was pushing the drinks trolley. They were chatting and laughing. I felt my hand being squeezed.
"Look at the fat bitch sniffing round that bloke." She hissed in my ear, "She makes me fucking sick when she does that."
"I know. But little does he know that is as far as she will go." I said with a chuckle, "Your Mum is so frigid that when she opens her legs a little light comes on."
Kimberley laughed and letting go of my hand jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow.
"It's true!" I insisted and then quickly changed the subject and ordered a drink from the attendant my wife had been flirting with.
Kimberley ordered a Scotch and American with me and we all settled down with our drinks to enjoy the rest of the flight. She held my hand again all the way down to the runway and even almost to the terminal.
By the time we had got through security, retrieved our luggage and found the car rental desk Colleen was complaining of a headache.
"See what I mean". I whispered to Kimberley, "Frigid."
Kimberley giggled and then whispered back, "I want to sit on your cock."
"What are you two talking about." Colleen said sternly addressing both of us.
"Chickens." I said trying to look truthful. Kimberley jabbed me in the ribs again and walked away laughing and wiping tears from her eyes.
"The pair of you are always as thick as thieves." Colleen retorted, "Sometimes I wonder who you are actually married to, her or me."
Kimberley was by now sitting on a chair nearby and I looked at her. She had sat up at this comment and as our eyes met she was mouthing the word, 'me' and pointing to herself.
By the time we had our car and had driven the 20 or so minutes to the town where we was staying Colleen was suggesting that she had a migraine.
"Maybe it's a brain tumour Mum." Kimberley suggested unhelpfully.
"Your Mum is always trying to smuggle things in her head. I remember years ago she stuck an eighth of an ounce of Cannabis Resin in her ear when we got stopped at customs crossing the Channel." I said as I turned the car into the hotel car park.
"Oh fuck the pair of you." She replied crossly, "It was YOUR Cannabis."
"Yeah, that YOU bought for me from one of YOUR clients at work." I said getting out of the car.
Once we had checked in and got to our rooms, Colleen was in a very bad mood and she just wanted to be left in peace. Kimberley had unpacked in her room and had come back to ours to see what we was going to do. It was only late morning and she was hungry. I knew what she had in mind so said I was hungry too.
"Well I'm not!" Colleen said fiercely. "If you two want to get something to eat go. Just leave me alone."
Kimberley winked at me and we said our goodbyes and tried to feign some level of concern about her headache before leaving.
As I closed the door to the room Kimberley kissed me. We then made our way out of the hotel and headed towards the centre of the town. Once out of sight of the hotel we held hands and for the first time that day, possibly for the last few weeks felt relaxed.
"I love my Mum but I really don't like her." Kimberley announced.
"I can't say that I even love her anymore." I admitted. Kimberley looked happy about that.
We stopped by the harbour and looked out to sea. Watching the waves further out turn into a flat, almost glass like stretch of water where a small cargo ship was being unloaded and few fishermen were working on their boats.
"That reminds me of my life at the moment." She said eventually, "I want to leave the safety of the harbour but I'm scared."
"There's no need to be scared." I told her, "You are tougher than you give yourself credit for."
We hugged for a few minutes and then a tearful Kimberley stepped back and looked at me. With a sigh she took my hand again and we carried on walking along the harbour wall towards a small café at the other end.
"I hate this feeling." She said eventually, "I love Paul but I'm IN love with you. I'm jealous of my own Mother because she sleeps with you. I lost my best friend because she had sex with you, not because you cheated on Mum but because I wanted it to have been me."
"I'm sorry." I said at last. I could not think of anything else to say. Kimberley looked at me.
"You had sex with her the other night didn't you?" She asked, "With Clare. Don't lie to me Dad."
I looked down at the ground and eventually developed the courage to answer, "Yeah."
"We set it up!" Kimberley said prodding me in the chest with a finger, "A goodbye, a last hurrah."
"You did what?" I said stunned. I went to speak again and Kimberley put a finger to my lips.
"Don't say anything else Daddy." Kimberley murmured, "Let's have something to eat."
Taking my hand again and giving it a squeeze we walked towards the café.
