A few weeks later, I managed to make another visit to my step daddy, while he was still in the same care home.
Readers will remember that he came into my life when I was a young child.
He had married my Mom, following her divorce from a father I never knew. However, a few years later, she got involved with someone else and left home. So, that meant he was saddled with the task of looking after me. A task he carried out very well, until, I left home to go to College. I will always be grateful to him for that and the love and care he gave me, as his stepdaughter.
We seemed to drift apart during the time I went to College and we gradually lost touch with one another. A gap of nearly 20 years, since I am now in my late thirties with a teenage daughter of my own. It was only through a stroke of luck that I found out he had taken seriously ill and was in hospital.
I had been determined to visit him, despite the distance involved. At one point, I was convinced he was going to die, but, happily, the doctors had assured me that wasn't the case.
He was pleased to see me again, when I got there and although still a little pale, he looked a lot better than on previous visits. "You look so beautiful and elegant my darling," he said, appraising me from head to toe. His eyes settling on the generous amount of leg I was showing beneath my short skirt.
We kept up some small talk, mostly on the subject of my family and the current state of his health . While we talked, I caught him still ogling my long smooth tanned legs while I sat across from him in a chair. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off them. However, that didn't bother me at all and to tell you the truth, I would have been disappointed if he hadn't been looking.
I was wearing a short summer dress, the shortest one I could find in my wardrobe, knowing he was a connoisseur of women's legs, mine in particular, as he loved it that they were especially long and sexy.
Looking back, I suppose I was desperately keen to have him scrutinising and admiring me. I had spent a good hour at home deciding what to wear for my visit, choosing clothes that emphasised my breasts, legs and sexy figure.
Although I hated to admit it to myself, it was one of the main reasons I had come all that way to see him.
Then he got back to his favourite subject, my legs, and how much he admired them. For my part, I was longing to lift up my dress to show more of them to him. I suppose that would be a quite unusual thing for a daughter to do for her father. But that's how it was.
"They are amazing, as ever, my sweet," he told me. I'm glad you wear high heels though, they do sort of accentuate the effect of their loveliness. I've so been eagerly looking forward to your visit so that I could see them.
I purred inwardly with delight, now knowing that my long car journey had not been a wasted one. Also, I was glad to have left my 18 year old daughter, Amy, at home on this occasion, as last time, he had drooled over
her
lovely legs for an inappropriate length of time, making me so jealous.
"How about hiking your dress up to let me have a better look?" he growled.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, as if I was reluctant to do so. But, I was secretly pleased at his request. being as it was one of the reasons I had come here. So, at his request, I started to slowly and teasingly tug up the hem of my dress.
He sat back on his bed and gawped, open mouthed, as more and more of my legs came into view. He was positively drooling over them.
Fortunately, there was no one else around as I was doing this, as the staff and other people might have wondered what a daughter was doing, giving her hospitalised father a sexy leg show. They would probably have been shocked, but, I was happy to do it.
Inevitably, he wanted to see more. (what a surprise) His hand gestured upwards and I kept on with the slow progress accordingly. As on my previous visit, he was testing my patience as to how far I would pull up my dress.
Since his illness, I didn't have the heart to refuse him his treat, and, eventually despite token protests, I was revealing my little blue panties and an inch or two of my flesh above them.
"Don't move!" he instructed, as I was about to release my dress. "I want a
good
look this time."
And with that, he came forward on his knees, to get close and stare hard for a full minute or two at what was on show.
It was a bizarre scene, as I watched my Step Daddy feast his eyes on his daughters, silky smooth, tanned, bare thighs. Not a normal thing in the usual run of things, but, by now, I was used to his unhealthy and vaguely incestuous interest. Would a married daughter really want to show her father what was underneath her dress? You might ask.
Well it seems that I did. Naughty daughter, wicked daddy.
Just then a nurse came in to change his towels and immediately I let my skirt fall. Daddy growled in frustration, but, her presence seemed to cool things down. Maybe, just as well given the sudden lack of privacy in his hospital room.
Seeing the nurse, he started to complain about how dowdy and unexciting their uniforms were, "I'm sure they could be fitted out with something a bit more short and sexy," he whined. "The old guys in here all say the same. We should get up a petition.
Say, I've got an idea, he went on. Why don't you and Amy get yourselves sexy nurse's uniforms for next time you visit, I mean really naughty ones like in the porn films. You would set this place alight."
"Well....we'll have to see what we can do about that," I teased. The look on his face said it all. At the same time, I mentally pictured Amy and I walking together side my side in those ridiculously short sexy uniforms, our hips swinging in unison, with our little panties visible to the randy old men watching and lusting.....I liked the idea.
I could see what Daddy had in mind, The subject of sex never far away from his thoughts.
Speaking of which, on my last visit he had got as far as naughtily seeing and touching my pussy and I wondered whether he would get as far as that again before I left. Given how excited he got last time, I very much doubted that I would be leaving today without having to deal with that kind of intimate contact.
Fortunately, with the interruption, things had cooled down sufficiently for him to give me a more detailed summary of how things stood, medically. Also, I got details about his current life in the care home. That's when he told me he that he soon hoped to be discharged and find somewhere else to live. Preferably somewhere near me.
After that surprising news, we had a coffee in his room, while we talked about it.
Later, after I showed him some recent holiday photographs and some of his grandchildren, Kelly and Mark, he told me that the Care Home now had a kind of makeshift mini cinema room and patients were allowed to see films with visitors.
"I booked a session and we won't be disturbed," he assured me. "There's one film I particularly want to see with you," he said. "Hopefully, you will like it. It lasts less than an hour, then we can see what else we can do."
My eyes widened at this and I was curious as to what kind of film he was going to show me.
We walked along the corridor and found this cosy little room with a big T.V screen and an old sofa in front of it. As soon as we entered the room, he turned and locked the door. I was surprised at this, but, he explained that we didn't want to be disturbed, particularly when the movie we were about to see was a bit risqué. "On the other hand," he said, "I know you are pretty broad minded and will be alright with it."
"Oh, well let's see it then," I said, my curiosity being aroused by the minute.
