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Step Daughter

Step Daughter Sharon was nine years of age when her Mother and I married. There was no difference to her and any other child her age, well nothing I could put my finger on. But I just didn’t like her very much. Don’t get me wrong, I tried my hardest to be a good Dad but we just never got on. Her natural Father didn’t live too far away and she would run off to his house if a decision were made at our house that she didn’t like. Mostly petty rules about what time she had to be in by, bedtime or use of phone (No computers in them days). She was only trying to blackmail us into getting her own way, typical child like tantrums. She gradually gave up when she realized her Dad was phoning us to let us know where she was and that his rules were very similar to ours. When she reached her teens and started to develop she had a body to die for, she was far from ugly looking but she wasn’t the prettiest either, but amongst her friends she had the finest sexiest body of all by far. Long slim well-shaped legs that finished at the cutest bubble shaped arse ever. Wide child bearing hips, (as my old mother used to say) flat firm stomach, topped by at least a 36 inch C cup pair of firm looking boobs. She always dressed well, nothing too provocative but sexy, tight jumpers or blouse, skirts down to mid thigh and stockings to just above her knees, no suspender belt so they must have been self-support. No wonder that the boys were always knocking the door or hanging around outside. She was ...

... popular with the girls as the house was always noisy with her and her friends running around. I tried my hardest to not look, but I am an ordinary man. We still didn’t get on too well it was more like we tolerated each other for her Mothers sake. I didn’t treat her wrong and tried to help as much as I could, with money or driving her to wherever, I even tried comforting her when it was needed. My work took me away from home for 3 month at a time, but then I would be at home for 3 month. My wife had a part time job for 3 mornings a week; our life together was pretty good. I earned good money, we had a holiday every time I returned home from work, and our sex life wasn’t too bad. All in all I was happy with my life. One morning the wife had gone to work and Sharon had as I thought gone to school; I was lying in bed and feeling really horny, I had to take care of myself as I couldn’t wait until my wife got home. I was lying there, the blankets thrown back cock in hand slowly wanking, I was getting closer and closer to finishing, and just as I shot my first load onto my stomach I heard a gasp, I opened my eyes and Sharon was in the door way, I couldn’t do anything I kept on spurting, trying to hide myself pulling the blankets up, all the while (which seemed for ever) Sharon was stood there wide eyed mouth open saying “Oh my God”. She then ran out of the room. I cleaned up got dressed and went downstairs. Sharon was there and when she saw me she backed away. I apologised explaining that ...