A few years ago I got married for the second time. My first marriage had been the dream, the perfect sweetheart romance, but it all went sour and I was left pretty burned out and cynical. My second marriage was to a lady named Katherine, which happened a few years after my divorce and was more of an arrangement than a love story. It was hot at first but I would be lying if I said it didn't die pretty quickly. We still cared for one another and I wasn't pursuing outside relationships, but it was no happily-ever-after fairytale.
Katherine traveled for work continually so it fell to me to maintain the house and take care of the bills and things. On those infrequent occasions when she was home, Katherine and I would usually sleep together but we weren't in love; I doubted we ever had been. I spent most of my time working, either from home or at my nearby office, and aside from various hobbies, there was one thing that occupied my mind and my time; Katherine's daughter, Jenny.
When we all met, Jenny was just a little girl and we quickly became friends, although she was too old for me to ever become a true father figure. With her biological father long out of the picture, however, I was as close to the real thing as she was going to get. We became closer as time went on, but I was more of a big brother, lending her music, books and movies that I thought she'd like, rarely doing classic dad stuff. Katherine saw how bonded we'd become and understood that I could take care of her financial well-being and her education, so accepting this job which took her on the road became a reality for her. Katherine wasn't a cold person, but she wanted this job and trusted me to look after her daughter.
The problem with my stepdaughter Jenny was that she soon became headstrong and wayward. She was extremely bright, which fueled her imagination, and her beauty fed her ego and confidence. As time went on, she believed she could do and get away with anything and she was usually vindicated. She became somewhat manipulative and with her mother away, it only got more extreme. I still adored her and thought she was an incredible girl, but could never be sure if she cared for me or just saw me as a means to an end. She was usually incredibly sweet with me, but even though I often sensed a motive behind her actions, we got along very well.
Jenny was now in high school and had developed into an extraordinary young woman. She was still cute as a button but had grown large perky tits, had wonderful long legs and a sensational slim physique. She had petite, model features, long eyelashes, gorgeous brown eyes and long, sensual dark hair. She had delicate, pale skin and a sweet smile which she used to get her way in every situation. She was athletic, and I would still drop her off at ballet classes and gymnastics every week. She always wanted me to stay and watch her, which I happily did. I used to watch the other girls and the instructors, but these days I found myself watching her.
As Jenny blossomed into a sexually aware girl with incredible magnetism and power, she apparently noticed that she was able to influence other people into doing whatever she wanted and soon realized the same was true for me. Her behavior towards me became more flirty, her body language more assertive and her charms more overt. She would dress provocatively, speak in a seductive tone and quietly try to control me, although to what end I was never certain. I had always given her an allowance and driven her places, and that hadn't changed. I began to suspect she just got a kick out of messing with me and getting a rise out of me, sometimes literally.
When Jenny observed my uncomfortable reaction to her feminine wiles, I had to believe that she enjoyed it and continued to try and shock and arouse me with her sexual allure. And all this for no other reason than to simply do it, seeing as I already let her do pretty much whatever she wanted as long as she maintained her grades and didn't get any tattoos. Those were her mother's two conditions. The icing on the cake in all this was that Jenny had no respect for Katherine and when we were alone, which was often, insisted on calling me "Daddy," though called me by my real name, John, when we were around anyone who knew me. I saw through her games but always ended up playing them anyway.
Jenny's most recent way of torturing me was to wear insanely hot and revealing clothes and lounge about the house or stand over me while I was reading or listening to records. She was always popping off to gymnastics, swimming or skating and would keep her tight outfits on all day. Today, after coming back from ice skating, I sat down to relax in the living room with a book, but it wasn't long before I heard her voice from across the house. "Daaaaaddy," she called, and like a dutiful pet, I got up and went to her.
She was in her room, with the door ajar. I watched her as she brushed her hair in the mirror, and she saw me watching. "Come in, Daddy," she cooed softly and I went in. She turned to face me and gave me a sweet smile. She was still wearing the cute little skating outfit and she'd got it pulled up in her twat to give her the most insane camel toe. I had to believe that she'd positioned her outfit like this in the mirror to look her best before calling for me. I tried to avert my eyes, but the damage was done and I got hard. Damn, she was so hot, and she knew it.
"Daddy, could you unzip this for me? It's stuck," she said, referring to the zipper in the back of her outfit.
"Is it really stuck, sweetie?" I sighed.
"Yes it is, Daddy. Please come and help me."
Fine. Whatever. I walked towards her as she turned around and I put my hand on her waist and felt her tummy. She was like heaven to touch. She stuck her ass out and put her arms above her head. "Don't hurt me, Daddy," she whispered. Hurt her? What was she saying? I fiddled with the zipper. It wasn't stuck of course, but I made the moment last because it was so wonderful to be close to this beautiful young lady.
"I won't hurt you, sweetie," I told her. Oh Jesus. I couldn't help it, and felt my dick get harder and my pulse quicken. She was completely calm and unfazed.
"Don't catch my skin in the zipper, Daddy, please," she asked.
I put my hand in between the zipper and her skin and as I unzipped, my hand brushed all the way along her spine, over her bra strap and down. "Oops," I said as my finger got caught on her bra strap and she giggled. When the zipper reached just above her ass, I put my hand inside her outfit and on her bare waist. I ran my thumb along her spine.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said softly. I could see the top of her panties and was tempted to give her a little slap on the backside, but I resisted. Holding her outfit by the shoulders, she turned around and looked up at me with big, brown eyes. She batted her eyelashes and smiled.
"I'm going to take this off now, Daddy," she said matter-of-factly.
"Right. Gotta go!" I replied abruptly, shocked at her candid suggestion of undressing in front of me. I went to leave, but not before she had pulled one of the shoulder straps down revealing some of her bra to me. I could make out the shape of her bosom beneath the soft material and a hint of nipple poking through. She smiled at me as I turned to go, I was breathing hard and blushing bright red.
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Katherine was home from work on one of her occasional weekends off and we decided to all go away together, in an attempt at being a normal family. The three of us drove out of the city, up to a rented cabin and the atmosphere was good. Jenny went back to calling me "John" and Katherine was at her charming best. I actually felt some love for her for the first time in a while and thought she looked attractive. The lingering memory of unzipping Jenny's ice skating outfit filled me with regret and shame, but Katherine didn't know and Jenny didn't care.
We arrived at the cabin and Katherine jumped straight in the bath. I unpacked my things and wandered across the hall to Jenny's room to drop off her suitcase. I knocked and she called "come in!" so I went in. She was in short shorts and a bra, apparently half way through changing her clothes, so I averted my eyes. It then occurred to me that she might have taken her top off when she heard me coming. She looked over at me and bent over, accentuating her supple, young body.
"OK, Jenny, I'll see you later," I said and got ready to leave.
