Stepdaughter…(1)
My name is Romant, I'm 33 years old. A few years ago, I started a relationship with a woman four years older than me. Olga, she's 37. Very quickly, I moved in with her. Olga has a daughter, but at the start of our relationship, the girl was 18 and studying at a college in another city, essentially only coming home for holidays and vacations. After a year, Sonya — Olga's daughter — finished her studies and moved back in with her mom. No one bothered anyone, especially since the girl was already an adult with her own personal life, often away from home, working and doing her own thing. We quickly found a connection. We communicated purely as friends, no one
was parenting or harassing anyone. Olga often went on business trips lasting from a few days to a few weeks, and Sonya and I stayed home together. We helped each other with everything, watched movies, cooked, and, I repeat, didn't get in each other's way. I work from home, so quiet is important to me. She respected that.But one day, when Sonya was already 19, everything changed drastically. I had a dream. A very vivid and realistic one. So, I dream that Sonya is spreading her legs in front of me while lying on the bed, and I'm masturbating her. I woke up in a cold sweat with an erection. The first question I asked myself was: "Did I enjoy it?"
The answer was: "Insanely..."
I got scared. I tried to forget. But it was after that night that I started looking at my stepdaughter differently. Her long, light hair down to her shoulder blades, her firm butt when she stands in shorts or jeans, and when she walks around in home clothes — her nipples poking through her t-shirt. I had never noticed this before, but now I started to. The next stage — I started imagining Sonya when I was fucking Olya. After that, I started jerking off to Sonya in the bathroom. With each day and month, I wanted this girl more and more. I was ashamed and berated myself for it, but I couldn't do anything about it...
I started getting irritated. I tried very hard to control myself, but any action by Sonya that I used to be indifferent to now drove me into a rage.
And then came another one of Olga's business trips. For a couple of days, everything was calm, Sonya and I communicated as usual, but on the third day, when I came out of the shower in the evening, I saw Sonya sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea. She was wearing a regular home dress just above the knee, and I immediately looked at her chest. Her nipples were poking out again...
"You walk around the house like that..." I said with a smirk and went to make myself some tea. "As if there are no men in the house."
"What do you mean?" Sonya asked me with surprise and indignation.
"What don't you understand? I'm a man, you're a girl, you're wearing a dress at home."
"And?" Sonya said again, not understanding.
"What do you mean 'and'?" I protested more furiously. "That's revealing clothing."
"What?" Sonya exclaimed with a laugh. "Are you crazy or something? I've been walking around like this for a year. At home. In a normal dress. What's wrong?"
"First of all, I'm not crazy," I snapped indignantly. "And second, I already told you, it's too much."
"You're sick," Sonya replied calmly and continued drinking her tea.
"You don't understand?"
Sonya pushed her cup aside and slowly got up from the chair. Her eyes showed surprise and indignation.
"Oleg, why are you so... aroused?"
"What do you mean aroused? I'm normal. I get enough sex in my life."
"What does sex have to do with it? I'm talking about your emotional state."
That's when I realized I messed up with my answer.
"Anyway, go change."
"I'll walk around however I want. Okay? In my own house," Sonya said, now emotional. "If I want, I'll walk around naked."
"Yeah, right," I replied furiously.
"You don't get it? If I want, I'll undress; if I want, I'll dress; if I want, I'll walk around in shoes."
And then I lost control. I stepped closer and asked her: "Hmm, you'll undress?"
"Yeah." After that answer, Sonya clearly wanted to leave, but I grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her toward me.
"You'll undress, you say? Let me help you," I said and, turning Sonya with her back to me, bent her over so she was lying with her chest on the countertop.
"What are you doing?" Sonya screamed and tried to break free.
"Helping you undress."
I quickly lifted her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties down. The view of her ass and pussy opened up before me. It was neatly shaved, and the entrance to her vagina was completely closed. I gave her ass one slap.
"Get off me, you idiot," Sonya screamed even louder and tried to break free.
"I'm an idiot?" I asked and, slightly spreading her legs apart, slipped my fingers toward her clit. I froze for a second. Her clit was swollen, and her pussy was all wet. Sonya was wet, and quite heavily. "You're so wet, yet you act like you don't like it."
After those words, I gently but persistently started rubbing her little pearl, which made Sonya squirm even more.
"Freak! Get away, you jerk!"
"Oh, a jerk and a freak, huh?" I asked and, removing my hand from her clit, I found her hole and entered it with two fingers. Sonya screamed, but this scream sounded more like moans. "A freak, huh?" I repeated.
I fucked her with two fingers; Sonya's pussy made characteristic squelching sounds, and Sonya herself was already moaning.
"Let me go," Sonya said through her moans, but I already understood perfectly well that she didn't want that. I quickly pulled down my shorts and, taking my fingers out of her pussy, entered her with my cock. Sonya screamed again, and I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. Harder and harder. Just like I dreamed. An orgasm hit me literally within a couple of minutes. After I pulled my cock out, I stepped aside and started realizing what I had done. I felt insanely good, but also terribly ashamed. Sonya slowly got up, pulled her dress down, picked up her fallen panties, and left the kitchen.