"Lisa, is this what you really want?" I asked. "I'm not tryin' to talk you outta anything, 'cause I really, really want you. If you want me, you've got me. But we can't just have sex and pretend that we're still a father and daughter. If we have sex, I want a relationship; I want the whole thing. I wanna have a girl that I call my girlfriend. I wanna have somebody who can't wait for me to come home. I wanna have somebody who loves me as much as I love her."
"Daddy, that's what I want, too," she quickly replied.
"But, honey, you're only 18 and I'm 40 years old. You've got friends who you hang out with and you wanna have a boyfriend who you can invite along when you do stuff with your friends and I don't think I'd fit in very well in those kinda things. . . . It's not that I don't want ya, 'cause I do, but I don't want you to regret this three days or three weeks or three months from now."
"I get what you're sayin', Daddy, but I've thought about it. I can't promise you that we'll be together for the rest of our lives, 'cause who can make promises like that and really mean it? Look what happened to you and Mom. But I know that I wanna be the one you come home to at night and I wanna feel your arms around me when I go to sleep and I want you to make me feel like a woman!"
"Oh, honey, you are such a beautiful woman and there are so many guys out there who would love to have a chance with you. I don't want you to settle for second best," I replied.
"Daddy, you are NOT second best. Daddy . . . you know, I've never been all the way with a guy. I know it sounds weird but guys my age are so stupid and . . . the ones who aren't stupid don't seem to be interested. Maybe it's my little boobs, but . . . well, I can feel the way that your body is reactin' to me, and . . . it feels like you want me. I want you to be my first, and I hope that you'll be my last."
"Don't you think you should think about it overnight?" I asked rhetorically. I know, you probably think this was a lame thing to say. After all, here's a really hot, petite teenage girl naked in my bed, asking me to take her virginity, and I'm telling her to think about it. If she hadn't been my step-daughter, I would have already been pounding her sweet teen pussy, but she WAS my step-daughter . . . or, at least, she had been my step-daughter. I had raised this girl, I had proteted her from the evils of the world, and I didn't want to become one of the evils I had warned her about.
"Okay, yeah, I get the idea," she mumbled.
I didn't know what to say to her, how to respond to her, so I just lay there quietly, spooned against her, aware that my boner was pressed against the cheeks of her naked behind. I still had my right hand on her boob and I used it to pull her body back against mine.
After a few seconds, I heard what I thought was a muffled sob and I removed my hand from her boob and move it to her face. I felt a tear on her cheek. Any father reading this story knows what happens when you see your little girl crying.
"What's wrong, honey?" I asked.
She rolled over to her right side so that she was facing me. "I just want to be wanted and I don't think you really want me!" she cried.
"Oh, honey, I want you so bad you can't imagine! But if we do it, everything'll change. I'd feel awful if we did it and then you decided that it wasn't what you want. Don't you see? Once we do it, there ain't no goin' back."
"Don't YOU see?" she retorted. "I climb into bed naked and offer you my virginity and you're not interested. You probably just want a girl with bigger tits."
"I do want you," I said, "and there is absolutely nothin' wrong with your beautiful, sexy little tits. Yeah, okay, they're small, but I really like 'em just the way they are. Okay, I'll admit it, I could suck on your boobs all night long and I'd be the happiest guy on earth. I love the way they look! Just lookin' at your titties makes my dick hard. And, while we're on that subject . . . you know, I could get all uptight about my dick, 'cause I'm not hung like some porn star. I've only got 5½ inches and I heard that girls all want a guy with a big dick."
"Daddy, I've seen your dick a couple of times and just seein' it made me get wet. So, if my little boobs aren't a problem, and your average size dick isn't a problem," her exasperation was mounting, "and if I want you and you want me, then . . .." As soon as the words had left her lips, she bent forward and placed her lips against mine.
I felt her lips part and then her tongue was pushing against my lips. As soon as I opened my lips, she knew that I wanted her and I knew that this wouldn't stop until I had emptied my seed inside her.
"I'm glad you sleep naked," she said. "You pokin' me with your dick against my butt got me so horny for you!"
"Are you wet?" I asked. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear her say it.
"You made me wet," she answered, "but you could check it for yourself."
I placed my right hand between her legs and felt her dampness as soon as my fingers made contact with her skin. She didn't have any pubic hair and the mental image of seeing her shaved pussy got me even hotter.
