"Hello? Doctor!" my wife Beck said as she put her suitcase down in the foyer. Her cab was coming any minute now to take her to the airport for her weeklong business trip in Chicago. "Hi. Yes, this is she. Is everything alright?" She paused a moment, looking at me, concerned. She'd taken our daughter to see a therapist earlier in the day for some kind of extreme depression... and now his office was calling her.
"No she's... she's acting normal," she said, looking at me. "What's going on? Is......" She paused as the doctor said something I couldn't hear. "The side effects?...... To the medication you just prescribed? I wish I had known there were side effects before I agreed...... Well...... No, I haven't noticed any changes in her, but... um... what should we be expecting exactly?"
I was going to ask questions, but it looked like she was getting enough of an earful of information from the doctor.
"She already had her first dose...... I dunno, maybe 10 minutes ago. Can you just tell me exactly what the side effects are?" The doctor ticked off several, to which my wife nodded. Until the last one. "A change in behavior? How?...... appetite...... a loss of inhibition...... confusion...... What does that mean exactly?"
The doctor seemed to describe the symptoms, but it seemed too general for Beck to fully comprehend. "Can you give me an example of what your patients have done while using this medication?... She's not going to do anything inappropriate is she?...... Ok...... Can you just tell me what I need to do to best... help her... when she gets like this? When she changes." Beck nodded uncomfortably. "Just go along with it?...... You're telling me that we should just let her do what she wants to do while she's on this?...... There's got to be something......"
Now that sounded like trouble to me. Beck looked at me, concerned, shaking her head.
"Ok... ok... I got it." She sighed heavily, as if she wasn't sure this was going to work. "I'm sure we can figure this out...... Ok. Thank you doctor." She pulled the phone from her ear and hung up.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Well, it seems that the medication she's on has some side effects."
"That I got," I said. "What kind of side effects?"
"Increased appetite... increased energy... a loss of impulse control and inhibitions."
"What's that supposed to mean for a teenage girl exactly?" I asked.
"I think our little 19-year-old is going to act like a bratty 13-year-old for a while," Beck smiled at me. "She should be less moody, though. So this should get her out of her shell. And he said that she should get used to it and be better at handling it after a month or so."
"Lovely," I said sarcastically.
"Until then, he said it was important not to argue with her when she wants something. He said it would only make her more upset... and potentially violent or even self-destructive."
"But... we can't just let her do what she wants." I said.
"He suggested that we try to keep her away from things that will get her into trouble, first of all. No going to restaurants or shopping. And keep her away from her friends for now. Otherwise, he said to just steer her in the right direction. Maybe show her something else that she might like better," Beck said.
I shook my head, wondering how I could do something like that. I could imagine this was going to be pretty frustrating until we get the whole dosage right.
"I have her phone, so you won't have to fight her over that." She put her hand on my shoulder. "You can do this, right hon?" she asked.
I knew she had to get to the airport if she was going to make her flight. This was an important work conference for her. She couldn't miss it. I knew she'd be worried about both Emmanuelle and me, so I had to show some confidence. "Of course I can," I said with all the confidence I could muster. "It'll be just fine." I took her in my arms and gave her a big hug, then kissed her. "You have a good trip."
"I'll call you when I get to the hotel, ok?"
"That'll work. I'll talk to you in a few hours,I said kissing her again. "I love you."
"I love you, too!"
Beck opened the door and rolled her suitcase behind her to the taxi waiting in the driveway. I stood in the doorway, watching as the driver helped her into the back seat and put her suitcase in the trunk. I waved as they backed away and then drove down the street.
And then, I was alone with my deeply depressed stepdaughter. For a whole week.
The day passed uneventfully and after dinner, I had arranged to watch Em's favorite movie, Aladdin. The new live-action one from just a few years ago with Will Smith, Mena Massoud, and Naomi Scott. I enjoyed it, too, but when it came out, Em was infatuated with it. I just knew it would make her happy.
I changed into a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt that I normally slept in, popped some popcorn, and slid onto the couch. I located the movie on the streaming service and called out to Em.
"Hey pumpkin! You ready to watch the movie?" I yelled.
"Coming!" she called back.
So far, she hadn't shown a hint of the side effects the doctor had warned us about. She came bounding down the stairs and jumped onto the couch beside me, cuddling up next to me with her head on my shoulder. She was wearing her long t-shirt she slept in, one with her favorite boy band from when she was 16.
"Ready!" she said and I pressed the play button and the movie started.
It wasn't 20 minutes into the movie when I could feel her squirming next to me.
"God he's so hot!" she whispered, absently. "I want him. He's so fucking sexy."
Her left hand was under the covers where I watched it moving and I felt her legs and hips moving slightly. She was acting very brazenly, as if I wasn't even there. In one sense it was a bit disturbing, but on the other hand, it was rather erotic. Either way, it made me uncomfortable.
"Oh my God... he makes me sooo wet," she moaned softly.
I could tell that her legs were spread and I was almost certain that she was masturbating under the covers. I pretended to ignore her and just watch the movie, but it became more and more difficult to do. I felt my cock responding, although that was not something I wanted to happen in response to my stepdaughter.
"Fuck! I bet he eats pussy so good. And I bet his cock is huge. Not like any of the boys at school," she whispered to herself.
"Em," I said softly. "Please... stop that and just watch the movie. You're making me uncomfortable."
She stopped, thank God, but unfortunately, it only lasted a minute or two. Then she resumed writhing on the couch beside me.
"Fuck I'm too hot!" she said more loudly and kicked the blanket off both of us, kicking it to the floor. I was embarrassed at first because I had an erection that was difficult to hide with the thin material of my shorts, but she wasn't even paying attention. I was most embarrassed by her. Her legs were spread wide and both hands were digging at her pussy. All she had on under the long t-shirt were her panties, and they were roughly pulled aside, giving her hands free reign.
"Yeah... oh, yeah... God yes," she moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She was definitely into her masturbation and didn't care that I was watching her. She pulled the bottom of her shirt up and bared her breasts. They were small, but her nipples were big and rock hard. "Ooooh," she moaned as she started playing with both breasts, leaving her pussy wet and uncovered.
"God, I bet he'd suck on my titties so good," she whispered. "I'd love that!"
While her excitement and masturbation more than excited me, I had to make her stop. "Em," I said more loudly. "Please... stop that... and just watch the movie. You're making me really uncomfortable." I sat up and grabbed the blanket off the floor as she stopped and looked at me, a bit surprised. I adjusted the blanket and threw it over the both of us once again and she put her legs together. As I settled in, she leaned against my arm once more, wrapping one arm around mine to hug it. Her other hand stroked my forearm. Her fingers were still wet and she used that to play with my skin. I could smell her... and it aroused me.
I touched myself with my free hand, slowly stroking my hardness with my fingertips through my shorts. God, she made me so hard! I knew this moment was going to be burned into my memory forever. I knew I'd masturbate to it time and time again for the rest of my life. But still... it was wrong.
Once again, in just a minute or two, I felt her moving and squeezing my arm even tighter. She used the hand stroking my forearm to direct my arm between her thighs and I felt them clasp together on it. Her wet pussy was rubbing against my wrist as she ground her hips against me.
"Feels so good, daddy," she whispered, kissing my upper arm. She was breathing hard, definitely enjoying the feeling.
I felt her hot breath against my skin and felt her very wet pussy slide against my wrist. I tried to pull my arm free, but with both of her arms holding me, it was going to take a lot of work to break free... work that would likely trigger her... and work that I wasn't wanting to do. I had to admit that I actually enjoyed her stealing pleasure from me like this.
Within a minute, her hand had slid down to mine, grabbing it, and slowly turning it, so that my palm was now rubbing over her bare, wet pussy and her hips were moving even faster.
