Stepdaughter Comes Home From School

Daniel heard keys in the door and the lock turn. He turned towards the front door and heard a voice call out, "Hello, anyone home?"

"In here Tatty!" He called out.

She dragged a suitcase into the entryway of the living room.

"Oh my god, you're still going to call me that?"

"What?" Daniel asked with a smile, "what am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't know," she sighed and rolled her eyes with a smile, "maybe by name. Or Tat. People at college have been calling me Tat and I kind of like it."

Daniel laughed, "nobody in this house has called you Tatiana since as long as I've known you or your mom and I don't think I could call you Tat with a straight face long enough to finish the syllable."

Tatty sighed harder, "Tatty it is I guess. Where's Mom?"

It was Daniel's turn to roll his eyes, "Away. Again."

"What?! How long?!"

"Until Sunday night. I know. She never could take time off. But she assured me she would be back for Sunday night and we'd all go out to dinner together. She was stressed out trying to balance you being home for the weekend and our anniversary dinner so I've decided to tell her you could join us. It's not like we don't have so many other days to do dinner alone."

"Oh my god, right, your anniversary! I'm sorry, I'm awful with dates. God, how many years is this?"

Daniel looked up as if studying the air to try and remember how many years since Tatty's mom and he had gotten married.

"Ten? Eleven?"

Tatty laughed, "don't give Mom that answer if she asks."

"Eleven," Daniel nodded, "yeah, absolutely eleven."

Tatty shook her head slightly in disbelief, "it's hard to believe its been that long. I have vague memories of getting dressed up as the flower girl. I remember being so nervous with all of those people staring at me. Dad was so good and sat at the front and told me to pretend I was talking to him."

"Yeah," Daniel said smiling, "I always tell Steve how much I appreciate him being so cool with everything. Most men wouldn't come to the wedding of his ex-wife but he knew how much it would mean to your Mom and you."

Tatty nodded and smiled reflectively, "anyways. So she won't be back until Sunday?"

"At the earliest."

"Well, I better get this suitcase upstairs and I think I'm going to take a shower. I've been driving all day. What are you making me for dinner anyway?"

"I'm making you dinner?" Daniel laughed.

"I was just going to grab something through a drive-thru and find some movie to put on that your Mom wouldn't like."

"That works for me. Tell me where you're going and I'll let you know what I want."

"Sounds good, Tatty."

She sighed and shook her head before carrying her suitcase upstairs.

*****

Daniel was already home with the food when Tatty had come downstairs from putting her things away and showering. He was sitting on the couch finishing the last few bites of his burger. Her hair was damp and she was wearing a pajama cami and shorts. He stared at her for a minute, forgetting how grown up she looks when she was in her comfortable clothes, as she called them.

"Uh, hey. Wow. Um, your food is on the counter in the kitchen."

"Thanks," she said and bounded out of the room.

Daniel stared at her for a second before he realized that he had been looking way too long. Tatty had been out of the house for a few months and he had not remembered her wearing anything so skimpy before. Of course she had walked around the house with a tank top and no bra before, but her shorts were usually longer and most times she wore pajama pants even in the summer. He was taken back by how he couldn't get the image of her in those clothes out of his mind.

"Hey, what are we watching?"

Tatty had come back in the room and stood in front of the TV with her back to him. It was something she had been doing for years, playfully annoying him as he would also do to her.

"Apparently your back," he slouched backwards, grabbed a pillow and whapped her hip with it.

"Oh, sorry, am I in the way?" She said slowly in a mock apologetic tone.

"Kinda."

"Oh, okay," she moved back and sat on his knees still staring at the TV.

Daniel was taken back by this as well. It wasn't completely uncommon for Tatty to sit on him, but it always took him a bit by surprise when she did it because it was so infrequent and often spur of the moment. It often made him feel uncomfortable, as if someone would see it and think it was wrong. And now with her wearing clothing that showed a whole lot of skin he felt even more awkward and there was nobody else around to even judge him. He felt that it wasn't okay and if anyone else was in the room they would stare at him with disgust.

Rather than say anything he decided to just sit there silently. He found he had even began to hold is breath for some reason and only stopped doing so when he realized it and couldn't think of why he had held it to begin with. He had an impulse to set his hands on her hips and he quickly shook it away.

No, he thought, that wasn't right. He was only thinking of Marie, her mother. That was the only reason it came to mind.

Tatty took a big bite of her burger, turned her shoulders around to look at him and said with a mouthful of food while pointing at the TV, "what is this anyway?"

"Don't talk with your mouthful," Daniel said, the only thing he could think of to say as she looked at him and he tried to avoid darting his eyes down to her breasts.

She swallowed, "oh, right. Sorry Dad-iel," and laughed.

"Now, don't you start calling me that!" He groaned.

"If you're going to call me a cute little nickname from when I was a kid then I'm going to call you what I used to call you when I was a kid, Dad-iel."

The next words he let slip out without thinking and turned bright red the second they slipped from his mouth.

"If you do then I guess you're going to get a spanking like you did when you were a little girl."

She raised an eyebrow at him and stared for a couple of seconds. It felt like an eternity.

"You never spanked me," she looked another moment, took another bite and rolled her eyes and turned back to the TV.

"Maybe you should have. I was such a brat."

She sunk back into his lap. Daniel gulped with his entire body. His hands froze as her back laid against his chest. She turned to the side and rested her head on his shoulder and continued watching what was on TV.

Daniel slowed his breathing. Almost too slow for him to get enough air. He didn't want to move but also wanted to stand up and walk away from her, but felt it would be too strange a reaction. All she was doing was sitting in his lap. It was his step-daughter. There was nothing lecherous about this.

SHE sat in MY lap. I didn't tell her to!

She shifted her thighs and scooted her butt towards him more. He gritted his teeth and tried not to let out a groan. There was stirring in his crotch. His dick was getting hard and he didn't know how to make it stop before she noticed. He felt like he was sweating and the sound of pressure of her body against his was arousing him more by the minute.

Get OFF of me, please god, he begged desperately with his eyes but made no sound.

Daniel couldn't stop it, he was getting harder as her butt was pressed into his lap and the sweet smell of her shampoo was drifting up his nose. He reached out his right hand and placed it on her thigh, on her bare skin, and cupped it and pulled her in tighter trying to pull the fleshy part of her behind off of his crotch so she wouldn't feel his hardening cock. He let out a grunt as he did and she shifted her weight back to his hip in unison with his movement of her.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Hm?" She mumbled.

"Nothing," he quickly answered.

She put her right hand under her cheek on his shoulder and she slipped her left hand between her thigh, brushing over Daniel's crotch and leaving it deeply penetrating her clasped together legs.

Tatty made soft cooing noises. They were comfortable sounds. The type of sounds someone makes when they're safe and secure and nestled into somewhere they can completely let their guard down. Daniel was nearly the opposite. He was tense and stressed and wondered how he could get out of this situation without making it seem awkward or have Tatty question him why he was acting so weird.

Why was he acting weird? She is the one who put herself in the position. If she wanted to be here then there's nothing wrong with it, right?

His fingers dug in a little tighter and pulled her in.

Oh my god, what are you doing? He thought.

Did he know what he was doing? His breathing started to grow, but he didn't realize it. He was hard in his pants and he was afraid she was going to feel it. Right now his erection was snug and pinned against his thigh between his legs but even the slightest shift could send it rising and poking out of the top of his pants into her thigh. His inner demon mocked him and squeezed his hand on her thigh and then gave it a pat.

There. A little spank. Nothing too obvious but for her snuggling in like a bad girl. She said I never spanked her, how's that for a start?

He shook his head and threw his head back, closing his eyes and facing the ceiling.

"Hm, what is it?" Tatty asked.

"No. Nothing, Tatty. Just I can't get, um, cramped or something. I don't know."

"Oh, sorry. Am I?" Tatty pushed off of Daniel, her hand pulled from between her legs and pressed on his thigh. The palm of her hand pushing herself up.

Daniel internally gasped at her hand so close to his hardening dick and raised up as if someone had spilled a cold drink on him. Tatty's hand slipped down his thigh and her palm pressed hard into his crotch and she yelped, pushing herself up with her palm firm against his erection. She stood up and was silent for a moment. They both were.

"I um, I'm sorry. I'm," she trailed off and then walked towards the stairs."

"I'm tired. I think I'll just go to bed. Goodnight Dad-iel, er, Da-, er, goodnight. Goodnight."

Daniel threw himself back and sunk into the deep recesses of the couch. He felt flush and hot. His body was soaked in sweat and he had to wipe his brow. The erection wasn't fading, in fact it was growing even harder. Unable to help himself he reached down and gripped it through his pants, rubbed the stiffness against his thigh and groaned out way louder than he had anticipated.

She was upstairs, right? She wasn't still on the stairs. I swore I heard a door close.

He didn't care even as he questioned himself. He continued rubbing his erection against his thigh, almost to the point of orgasm but he stopped just before it was too late. His breath panted and his face winced in painful bliss.

"Fuuuuuuuck" he muttered under his breath, turned off the TV and trudged upstairs. The entire way his pants stuck nearly straight out and he had to adjust himself so it didn't look like he was pitching a tent in case she had came out into the hallway.

*****

Daniel grabbed a drink from the mini fridge he and Marie, Tatty's mom, had in their bedroom. After the thoughts that had been running through his head and everything that had gone on downstairs he just wanted to buzz his mind and get to sleep. He quickly threw back a beer and then made himself a glass of whiskey, sipped at it for a few minutes then threw it back, poured another and threw that back too, then undressed and crawled into bed.

As Daniel started falling asleep he felt like he wasn't alone. He rolled over and saw Tatty in a haze lying next to him. He could tell she was saying something but he couldn't tell what it was. She reached out and was pulling the blankets down off of him. No matter how much he tried to pull them back up they kept slipping through his hands. He tried to tell her to stop, that he was naked, but the words kept fumbling out of his mouth.

When Tatty pulled the blanket down she smiled when she saw his naked body. He could finally hear her words now.

"Bad Dad-iel. You're not supposed to sleep naked with Tatty in your bed. Maybe you need a spanking."

Her hand slapped gently at his cock and it bounced against his thigh, fully erect. She smiled at him, then moved up and sat on across his waist. His cock was pinned against him between her legs. He felt the heat from her against his cock and he throbbed in need. Tatty was straddling his lap and slowly gyrating against his erection when she started pawing at her tank top.

"Dad-iel I'm so uncomfortable. Would you mind if I was naked too? It's okay, it's my idea. Nobody will get mad if I tell them you didn't ask."

Daniel shook his head rapidly from side to side, holding his hands out as she lifted her tank top over her head.

"No, no Tatty no, you can't. Tatty stop, put your clothes back on, this isn't right."

As he slashed his arms around and closed his eyes he felt her weight lift off of him. He opened his eyes and she wasn't there. The room was dark and he was alone in bed fully covered.

"What a weird dream," he glanced around the darkened room and felt the urge to pee.

Outside it was still quite dark. The moon was shining high and the house was silent. Daniel figured it was somewhere after midnight but really had no idea. He walked down the hall and opened the door to the bathroom, stepped in, lifted the lid of the toilet and pointed his dick in the general vicinity of the bowl. This was his usual routine when his wife was away. Turning on the light and throwing on clothes would wake him up too much to get back to sleep. He's gotten to the point where he could position himself nearly perfectly so he went directly into the bowl.

He held the base of his cock and closed his eyes and thought, "come on, lets go."

Nothing happened. He couldn't go. He slipped his pinky finger under his balls and held his shaft with his thumb and forefinger. Sometimes this had helped stimulate the smallest amount of urine in him to be expelled when he had that faint feeling of needing to pee but nothing would come out.

He grunted, "Ungh. Come on."

There was a faint sound in the hallway. Daniel turned his head and looked out but there was only cloudy darkness beyond the door. He peered out as hard as his eyes would strain but he didn't see anything. The urge to pee finally came back and it started quickly. The sounds of splashing in the toilet filled the room and drowned out any sound he thought he may have heard. He finished, flushed the toilet and crept back to his room.

Finally, back in bed he closed his eyes and tried to drift back to sleep, but the trip to the bathroom took longer and his attention was too focused on trying to find out what the sound was in the hallway. He was awake. There would be no sleep anytime soon without some kind of aid, so he groaned and ran his hand down between his legs and fondled himself.

After a few moments of rubbing and stroking he was erect. Images flitted through his mind. At first they were of his wife and her delicious tits bouncing up and down as she was on top of him. They were in his face and he could almost feel the warmth of her pussy around his cock. He parted his lips and let out a soft moan as he pictured her nipples in his face and her magnificent breasts.

The orgasm was close and he sped his stroking up faster. He could hear her moans in his head. All he wanted to do was to have her right now on his cock and fill her with cum. His cock was beginning to jerk and as he felt the orgasm come to life the image of his wife rippled like water in a pond. When it settled it was Tatty's face and Tatty's tits he was staring at. It was Tatty's body he was fucking when his orgasm hit and his cum shot out across the sheets next to him.

Daniel groaned. His groggy eyes faded closed and he made no attempt to analyze his vision, but instead drifted off to sleep with the last image in his head of Tatty's naked body receiving his very intense orgasm.

*****

The next morning Daniel went downstairs to find Tatty eating cereal at the kitchen table. He didn't have a recollection of his dream or of the orgasm that got him back to sleep, but he still felt funny, figuring it was from when she was in his lap and the awkwardness of how their night together ended.

"Hey," she said.

Daniel nodded with a grunt and a smile and went to the other room.

"Mom texted me. She said she was going to call you later," Tatty called from the kitchen.

"Oh, right. Thanks."

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna run out and meet up with Charli and Lainey. I'll probably be back for dinner tonight though if you want to get something."

"Oh, yeah. I don't know. I wasn't really planning anything."

"Well, we could just do what we did last night then?" She had moved to the living room and looked in from the entry way. He turned to look at he and had thought there was a smile on the corner of her lips but she quickly spun around and walked back out of the room.

*****

Tatty left later that morning and Marie called around lunchtime. She told Daniel how sorry she was that she was away and that she was upset that she was going to miss Tatty.

"If you're back by Sunday we can all go out eat together"

"Oh, that would be perfect. You wouldn't mind?"

"No," Daniel said, "of course not. Like I told Tatty, you and I can go out to eat alone whenever we want. How often do we get to go out with her now that she's at college?"

Marie thought that was a wonderful idea and her voice sounded excited at the idea. All Daniel could think about was having his wife back so he could unleash some of this pent up sexual frustration on her that had been building up since Tatty had slipped into his lap the night before.

"I can't wait until you're home," he said before hanging up.

"I've missed you. Terribly. I hope to show you how much as soon as you drop your bags in the bedroom."

"I hope I'm not too tired from the flight," Marie laughed.

"If you are then all you're going to have to do is lay there, I'll take care of the rest."

Marie laughed and told him to behave. They said her goodbyes and I love you's and hung up.

*****

It was late when Tatty came through the door and Daniel felt relieved. She was too late to consider dinner and if she got a shower he doubted she would come back downstairs and try to slip into his lap again. The college football game on the TV made it even less likely for her to join him as she had never shown any interest in watching sports in the past.

"Hey," she said as she walked by the hallway to the back of the house.

"Hey," he returned, watching her zip by.

"I'm gonna make a snack, do you want any?"

"Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks though."

Daniel heard her rummaging around in the kitchen. Drawers opening. Lids removed. Silverware rattling. Then she zoomed along the hallway again and her feet pounded up the stairs. He had thought of asking what happened to her snack but let it go.

A few minutes later Tatty came bounding down the stairs and went right back to the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened and then closed, she then dropped onto the couch next to him with a bowl full of cut up strawberries and a container of whipped cream. She held the bowl out for Daniel.

"Want some?"

He shook his head no.

Tatty took one of the strawberries and dipped an end into the whip cream container, dragged it through and then dropped the entire thing in her mouth and groaned pleasurably.

"Are you sure? Its so good. Its literally my favorite snack."

"No, I'm good. I don't care for strawberries that much."

"What?" She sounded surprised.

"What about whipped cream?" Tatty took a bit of the whipped cream on her finger and then plopped it on the end of Daniel's nose and began to laugh. She adjusted her positioning so she was looking right at him as he stared at her. The smile on her face was beaming, it spread wide through her cheeks and she looked so incredibly beautiful he couldn't help but stare.