My Stepdaughter Is a Woman Now

Blog entry #1 - November 3rd

The last couple of weeks have been odd, so I decided that I really needed to write this all down, and to share (even if just with myself) my thoughts on the situation, so that I can keep a record of my situation, as I don't really understand where or what I am doing. Maybe by writing it out, I will be able to come to grips with everything, and figure out where and why this whole thing happened. I'll start from the very beginning, I suppose, sort of like a biography, but I'll start when I met Jeri at 23 years old instead of the whole growing up thingy.

I started dating my future wife when I was 23. She was quite a bit older (35) and had an 18 year old daughter. That means I was able to "skip" all the teen years where her mom was "ruining her life" as she told us all the time - like when she couldn't take her car out in the 2 feet of snow blizzard to drive across town to visit her boyfriend at 10PM.

A little background, her mom, Jeri and I met, and hit it off a few times as we were out and about, as we shared a few friends. One night, we just sort of kept drinking and talking, and at bar closing, went into her car and kept talking. About 4 in the morning, the next thing we know, we are just at each other. It was a very sexual relationship, and we were going at it every night, morning, day and coffee break. We lived in a small apartment and we tried to be discreet, but a few times, my step-daughter Paula just opened the door as we were in flagrante, and just stared and watched. We tried to be careful to only do it after her bedtime, when she was at softball or volleyball practice, or out with friends. Sometimes we tried to be quiet, and sneak a fuck here and there.

The first time she walked in on us, her mother and I were trading oral, and I had just gone down on her mom, bringing her to an orgasm. She flipped around, and started sucking my cock, and just a few seconds in, Paula walked in the door, no knocking, no words, just opened the door and looked. Her mom was naked, on her knees by the side of the bed, my cock in her mouth. I was facing the door, so I saw it open, and I saw Paula standing there, I saw the "shock" on her face as she took in what was happening. As her mom had her back to the door, I had the uncomfortable position of looking up, locking eyes with Paula, as I held Jeri's head up and down as she was giving a great blowjob. I watched her eyes as she took in the scene, and watched them grow in surprise. She didn't say a word, she just stared for 2-3 seconds, taking it all in. I expected her to just turn around and walk away, but she just stood watching.

Finally, I tapped Jeri on the shoulder, "Um, Jeri?"

"MMMmmmmmMMMM, " she tried to say "What is it?" with a cock in her mouth.

"Paula, uh, needs something" I stammered.

Jeri released my cock from her mouth prison, and turned her head around, still holding me at the base with her right hand.

"What do you want, Paula?" she inquired, still holding me.

"Uh, I , uh, I was just going to, uh, go over to Linda's!" she finally got out, her eyes still taking in the scene. I was facing her, I could see she was not prepared for this situation.

Jeri simply said, "That's fine, be home by 9PM! And close the door!" Paula closed the door and left, as instructed, and Jeri turned back to pleasing me orally.

Before I heard the main door close 30 seconds later, I exploded in Jeri's mouth, and she swallowed every drop. I played it off as "I was ready to go before she came in, and it took everything I could to not cum while she watched," I lied.

We lived in that apartment a few more years, and the "walk-ins" happened rather frequently, generally 2-3 times a month, and it invariably was timed the most inappropriately, such as after Jeri was especially vocal, or I was. In addition, we lived in a basement apartment, and had the small windows looking in from the ground. If Paula was going out, we would wait until she was out the door, then start making out, disrobing, etc. There were numerous occasions where we thought we saw something in the windows either 10-20 minutes after Paula left or 20 minutes before she got home, as we were watching TV, chilling on the sofa, or having adult fun. We were never able to see if it were actually someone out there, whether a peeping Tom, a peeping Paula, or a peeping Paula's friends, whom she had told that we would get it on.

The story really begins a few weeks ago after we moved into a house and out of that apartment. Paula was living there, now 21, going to school on occasion, and working full-time at an office. Jeri worked long hours doing social work, and I worked retail hours while finishing up a degree I started a long time ago. Jeri and I are married now, and the sex is still strong as ever, although it is not every waking second, it's down to most weekends and a few nights here and there.

It is a Thursday. I usually work 7-12, and then class 12-3:30, back to work to order and restock until 5, and then back to class until 7. Tuesday and Thursdays are my worst days. My 5:30-7 class was canceled, and I finished my work by noon, so after class, I headed home, hoping to enjoy some quiet time, maybe some Xbox. Jeri was working until 6 or 7, and Paula usually went to work until 5, getting home at 5:30 or later.

I pull into the driveway, and Paula's car is in the street out front. Odd, but whatever. There goes my quiet time! I park, walk in the door, and the TV is blaring music. The house is set up where if you come in from the driveway, you enter into the kitchen, through a family room, and into a hallway which takes you to the bedrooms. Paula's bedroom is directly at the end of the hall.

I turn down into the hallway, and take 2-3 steps before I even look up. I was thinking, "WTF is the volume on so loud for?" That thought immediately left my head as I looked down the hall and see Paula, wearing only very lacy bra and panties, dancing, undulating sexily, as she mouthed the words to the song, oblivious to the rest of the world.

I froze, transfixed, watching every movement intently. I mean, this girl had grown up in the past few years in front of me, but I never really noticed until now. I dared not move a muscle, as I was too intent watching. I could feel blood move all over my body, to my face, to my groin, sparking the kind of unexpected rise formally reserved for men at strip clubs and porno movies.

These were Victoria Secret's style underclothes she was wearing. She danced freely in a purple bra, lace, and mostly see-though. I could see the curve of her breasts half-cupped, half-exposed in that lavender form, and her large areolas were visible through the front lace, as she turned and moved. The cups held the breasts firmly, but the movement was mesmerizing.

The only other piece of "clothing" she had on was a pair of hot pink, lace panties, a cross between "boy shorts" and a "thong," in that they hugged her waist like boy shorts, but tailed into a thong between her cheeks. I did not know whether to watch her breasts as she moved, or her thighs, hips, and ass bend and weave to the music. They were equally tantalizing to watch.

As I said, I froze. I watched her move, left , right, sway, half turn, left again, in such a seductive way. I had not ever viewed her as a female like that before, and it took her barely dressed to show me the truth. Her eyes were closed as she danced, but after the first 10-15 seconds, it seemed she upped the game, making more seductive moves, more bending, more grinding, more ass extension. I thought I thought I saw a change to her expression, but my focus was not on her face, so I am not sure.

I have no idea how long I stood there watching, but only for the remaining duration of that song. As that song ended, I realized that I had been staring, and was fully aroused, and had to act. I retreated back, went to the back door, slammed it really hard, turned down the TV, and called out, "Hey, is that you, Paula?".

I heard a light giggle, and her door close quietly. "Oh yes, it's me. I'm right here," she said.

I walked past her door, heart thumping, and went to my bedroom, where I commenced to change clothes and within a minute, or possibly even less, masturbated myself to an exploding climax.

As I was catching my breath, I thought to myself, "I just came to thoughts of my step-daughter!" It was then that I realized she was a sexy woman now, and now I don't know how to feel.

I certainly enjoyed the view. I started thinking back on all those walk-in "interruptions" and the window movements. And if she really did change her dance moves to be more provocative for me.

That night, at dinner, she was in a good mood, and seemed to be more active, but I had just started noticing her body's movements a few hours ago, so I have no idea if that was normal or not.

The last few days have been a bit hectic and hard to explain. I am as randy as I have ever been. Jeri is enjoying the shit out of my extra attentions, but she's getting tired. Twice in the past 2 weeks she has told me "Not tonight" and I've not just waited until she went to bed, but actively masturbated in front of her while Paula is in her room just down the hall. She's given me a really weird look, but hasn't said anything other than whispering, "Paula is in her room!" when I didn't stop, she'd pretend not to watch, but I caught her looking a few times. I had never done that at home before, just like when on long road trips or something. The second time, I finished, and she just said "Kleenex are on the end table."

Blog entry #2 - November 17th

I was starting to get the feeling my stepdaughter Paula had been viewing me sexually for quite a while, and I had just noticed her after walking in while she was barely clothed. I still don't know if she saw me that day, but since then, I had noticed a change in her behavior to be more overtly sexual, but I wasn't sure, as I hadn't looked at her that way until that day a few weeks ago.

I am definitely getting signs and signals that are driving me crazy. She is definitely more lively in her step, more bouncing around than usual, and less time in her room or out of the house. She has recently started "working out" on the days where my wife is working late and I am home. We have a rule, whoever gets home first makes dinner. So, as I prepare dinner, Paula is working out in the room off the kitchen, not in her bedroom or the back room where there is more room. The workouts involve some form of yoga, with a lot of bending and posing.

She has taken to wearing very low cut tops and tight workout pants that form fit her female curves. And invariably, she seems to have to do poses that have her ass high in the air, or where her chest hangs low. What is getting me is that these poses always seem to be showing her assets towards the kitchen, where I am working. You would think either one or the other, her facing me, or facing away, but the most provocative side of her is always towards the kitchen.

Last Thursday, I was in the kitchen as she began her routine. He top was looser and lower than before. She turned towards me, and bent down, her breasts hanging in the loose shirt. She was not wearing a bra, and the view down her shirt left nothing to the imagination. She moved just slightly, so that her breasts rocked ever so gently back and forth. I watched from the kitchen, forgetting the prep I was doing. I looked up, and saw her looking back at me. There was no expression on her face, no smile or smirk, or shock. Just a look of verification that I WAS watching. She did not attempt to cover up, or change position, but instead rocked again, making her breasts swing in her shirt. I looked down at her breasts for a few seconds, then averted my gaze, and went back to the meal prep, which was just one of a million things going through my mind at that time, one of which was wondering if my rising cock was noticeable in my shorts.

A couple of minutes later, Paula calls out, "Can you help me with this one? I tend to lose my balance."

"Sure, I'll be right there."

I wash my hands, and head in. She is bending over fully, legs spread just about shoulder length, and she is doing a "touch your toes, but where you put your head between your feet, basically folding yourself in half.

"I'm afraid I am going to fall over!" she tells me. "Stand behind me, and hold me steady."

I step behind here, and she bends down, her ass sticks out, and brushes along my front, where my semi-erect cock is doing its best to hide.

"Hold my hips" she says. I reach down in front of me, her ass just inches from my growing cock, and place one hand on each side of her, grasping the soft flesh around her hips where they flare out in a womanly fashion. I feel her start to lean forward a bit, and adjust my grip to get a better hold of her so she won't topple over. Looking down, I realize that I have the exact view of her ass as I would if we were doggy style. I also notice that her tights are almost see through when stretched out like this, and she is not wearing any panties. I can see the shape of her ass, and how her cheeks spread wide and come together. My mind and eyes focus on her ass crack, and begin to follow down towards her womanhood.

BEEP! BEEP! The stove timer goes off.

I pull her a little and say, "I have to get that." She bends back up slowly, sticking her ass out again as she did when she initially went over. This time, her cheeks hit a much harder member than before.

She says, "Thanks for your help!"

"Anytime" I reply. Her face is redder than before, but from bending over for 30 seconds or something else, I can't tell. I scurry off into the kitchen to pull the saucepan off the stovetop. When I turn around, she is gone. I hear the bathroom door close, and the shower turning on. There is still 20 minutes on the oven, Paula is in the shower, and Jeri isn't due home for another 30 minutes, so I head back to my room to release the tension.

As I walk past the bathroom, I thought I heard a groan. I almost stopped and asked, "Are you OK?" when I heard another, this time more of an "OHH!" than a groan. Is she....? Now I do stop. And listen at the door.

"Mmmmm, OH! Oh! Unh!" I definitely know those sounds. I stand at the door listening, my hand reaches down my shorts, finding a rock hard, throbbing cock. I pull it out of my shorts, one hand on the door jamb, one stroking myself, with my ear as close to the door as possible, right there in the hallway, as she gets herself off in the shower. I am very horny, and getting close to spurting my load right there when I hear the slam of my wife's car door.

I jump. My hand on the door jamb slides and bangs on the door to the bathroom. The muffled moans change to a surprised "Eek!"

"Uh, your mom is home. We'll be eating in about 20 minutes" I manage to stammer out. I quickly put away my penis, and tuck it into the waistband of my shorts, to hide its obvious erection. She responds, "uh, ok" somewhat out-of-breathily. My face is red from excitement, so I run into the half bath to throw some cold water on my face.

I look in the mirror and see a lust filled face. What am I doing? What is wrong with me? What game is she playing? Is it just a tease, learning how to apply womanly charms? Or is she really offering? If she is offering, what do I do? My body says HELL YES. My brain says, "Damn, son. You are walking a dangerous line here, and for what?"

I dry off my face, flush the toilet for covering purposes, and go back out into the house.

"Hi Honey! Glad you are home!" I exclaim.

Blog entry #3 -- December 7th

I had recently walked in on my stepdaughter Paula barely clothed, and I was extremely aroused by seeing her in that way for the first time. I don't know if she saw me that day, but I am looking for clues or signs that she did or was Ok with it. I've decided to become a bit more friendly with my touches, nothing overtly sexual (no "grabbing the pussy" or anything!) but lots of shoulder touches, longer hugs, compliments, and doing it with a confidence showing her that I'm proud she is with me. Someone mentioned a "movie night", that's an excellent idea to spend a couple of hours close with her.

Over the past few days, I have made my presence known, giving her a hug when she gets home from work- not a quick side hug, but a "Come here, and give me a hug" command, and opening myself for a full body to body hug. Paula is short, barely 5'1" tall, and fairly well-endowed in all the womanly places, large breasts and an ass to match. She fills out a pair of jeans in a nice way. Her head only reaches to my chest (I am a foot taller than her) so when we hug, she either has to turn her head so it lays on my chest, or she has to look directly up into my eyes. Either way, I am smitten, and have the smile (shit-eating grin?) to prove it.

I have also been rubbing her shoulders for a short 5-10 second massage, running my hand along her back as I walk past, and have been telling her how nice she looks. Not as in a nonchalant, "Sure you look nice today", but in a "Wow! You are looking GREAT today! Very nice!!", excited, proud kind of way. I can see that this really makes her feel special and good about herself. If nothing else, at least my attention is boosting her confidence, and helping her in that way.

The three of us were watching TV 3 nights ago (some Christmas light / decoration show), and we were all sort of lounging around in pajamas/bedclothes. I was wearing a pair of thin basketball shorts and a T-shirt, one of those thin ones that sort of clings you get from Costco. My wife Jeri was in her normal pj pants and top, and Paula had on a pair of loose shorts and a loose top. I could see Paula out of the corner of my eye, rubbing her right shoulder.

"What's wrong? Shoulder hurt?" I ask her during a commercial break.

"Yeah, I had to do a lot of keying today, so my muscles are out of whack." Paula works as an office clerk, payroll/accounting stuff, so sits at a des most of the day, so lots of number punching, which uses the 10-key numpad - essentially one arm stretched out, the other just sits there.

"here, let me try" I say, motioning for her to sit in front of me on the floor.

She plops down between my feet, and leans back against the foot of the sofa. This makes me spread my legs open, and I have to lean up to reach her shoulders. I start rubbing and massaging her shoulder while we watch the show. After a few minutes, her head drops, and she sort of slumps forward, hunching a bit. Definitely relaxing now, the knots are coming out. This forced me to scoot up a bit, so that my rear is on the edge of the sofa, and I'm sort of looking straight down at the top of her head. Her shirt is loose, and was not low cut, but had the "scoop" neck that does drop a few inches down below the neckline. She moved just slightly forward, and her shirt billowed out a bit. My eye caught the movement, and I glanced down past her head, and saw straight down her shirt for just a moment or two. She was braless, and her young breasts stood there, firm against the weight of themselves. I stared, transfixed again, looking at her body sexually, desiring it, until her shirt fell back in place and my view of naked breasts disappeared. I could feel my shorts begin to tighten a little bit as my body reacted to my brain's impure thoughts. For the next couple of minutes, I tried to maneuver her so it would happen again, but to no avail.

This actually made things worse for me, the anticipation was more almost more exciting than if her shirt had opened again. That glimpse was enough to get my motor running, and I could feel my breath shorten, and I could feel a flush starting, to where I am really excited, and I didn't want my wife to notice that I was becoming sexually aroused. I pat Paula on the shoulders as a sign that I'm done. She arches her back a bit in a stretch, and tosses her head back to look up at me, to say "Thank y.." The back of her head landed squarely on my erect penis. She half-turned her head, with a confused look on her face, and then a slight giggled, "thank you!" I looked away , and sat all the way back, and crossed my legs.