All of our kids are pretty independent and have been out on their own for some time, but when Christine (our youngest) divorced her husband, a little of the insecure little girl she once was came back. She and her two daughters had lived with us for three months while she looked for a new place of her own, one that she could afford. She had been living in her new apartment for about two weeks when I received the text from my wife asking me to stay with Christine at night over the weekend. It had actually been Christine that wanted me to stay, but she had asked Beth to ask me. She didn’t want to come off as a scared child to me, or at least that is the way Beth put it when she asked me to do it. At first I thought about saying no, she needed to learn to live on her own, but I had never been able to deny Christine of anything, and in the three months she and the girls had stayed with us, our bond had been rekindled, increasing her hold on me even more. So of course I said yes. It just so happened that Beth had to work nights that weekend, and that Christine’s ex had the girls, the main reason that she wanted me to stay. Christine had never stayed in the apartment alone, she always had the girls with her, and somehow in her mind she believed no one would bother a woman as long as she had kids with her, but without the kids she would be vulnerable.
So that Friday night Christine had a friend drop her off at my work, we went to my home and I picked up a few things then headed over to Christine’s apartment. She talked non stop all the way, an obvious sign of her being nervous, it was something she had always done. I just wasn’t sure why she was so nervous.
Her apartment was small, nothing more than a living room that was just big enough for her sofa, chair, and TV. There were two bedrooms, barely big enough for a bed, and a tiny kitchen.
I dropped my bag just inside the door, and Christine turned to me, hugged me tight and close, and then kissed me on the cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She cooed, hugging me again.
“It’s no biggie, Baby-girl.” I told her, returning the kiss on her cheek, and hugged my arms around her tiny waist.
“You can have the bed.” She said rapidly. “Since you have to work in the morning.”
“No, that’s okay. The couch will be just fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Well okay, but the offer stands.”
“Thanks, but I can’t take your bed and put you on the couch.”
“It’s no problem, really.” Christine paused for a moment, her head tilted to the floor, but her eyes gazed up at me. “We…we could share the bed…if you want?”
“I think the couch will be fine, but thanks anyway.”
“If you change your mind¾”
“I’ll let you know.” I said with a smile, and she returned it.
“Well then… I guess I’ll go fix us something to eat. Why don’t you pick us a movie to watch?”
“Sure.” She was acting as if this was some kind of sleep over like the ones she had as a kid.
Christine heated us up some leftover chili and we ate as we watched her favorite movie, The Notebook. After the movie ended she picked out another and we sat back on the sofa and watched it, American Beauty. About half way through the second movie, Christine laid her head in my lap, curled her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around my knees.
Now I hate to admit it, but the feel of her warm breath, and flesh on my jeans, and the way her fingertips swirled on my knees, started to turn me on. I glanced down at her beautiful face lying in my lap, with her long golden hair spread out over my thighs like silk, and it didn’t help to stop my arousal, but added to it.
“I, I ah…” I tried to come up with some reason to get off the sofa, get her off my lap before my arousal was noticeable by her. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my cock started to twitch inside my jeans, and that there was no way she wouldn’t feel the movement. Luckily the movie came to an end, and Christine sat up next to me.
She gave me a look; it almost seemed that she was eyeing me, sizing me up. But I thought better, it was just the movie had put odd thoughts in my head. Christine stretched her arms above her head, and one found its way over my shoulders as it came down.
“I’m gonna take a shower, make yourself at home.”
Christine stood up and walked toward her bedroom. I sat back on the sofa and tried not to watch her tight little ass as she walked away. But I couldn’t help myself. She had a wonderful little body. Standing five feet three inches with a tiny waist, full hips, and long shapely legs, Christine had a perfect hour-glass shape. I guess this would be a good time to tell you that Christine is my step-daughter, though I had always seen her as my own. I had helped raise her since she was five. That was fifteen years ago.
I heard the water start and thought it would be a good time to change into my sleep pants. So I quickly changed and went to her bedroom to find an extra blanket to use on the couch. It was supposed to get cold that night, and I didn’t know how warm her living room would be. I had no longer than spread out the blanket on the sofa when Christine walked back into the room. I was stunned to see her wearing nothing but a bathrobe. It was short and showed off her long sexy legs very well.
“I see you found a blanket.”
“Yeah, I thought I might need it tonight.”
“You might.” She said almost sounding as if she knew better. Christine walked over to the sofa and sat down. Her robe shifted and I could see her entire right leg from where I stood next to her. She had to know but did nothing to cover it. She reached out to me, took my hand into hers, and gently pulled me down onto the couch next to her. In a flash her head was on my shoulder, and an arm hugged my belly. I slipped an arm around her and stroked her arm through the thick robe.
“You have no idea how much I appreciate you being here tonight.” Her arm squeezed my waist, pulling her closer to me.
“It’s no problem.” I told her.
Christine took a deep breath, and sighed. “I can’t believe he cheated on me.” She said, tears starting to pool in her beautiful chestnut eyes. “Am I not pretty enough?”
“I’m sure that’s not it. You are a beautiful woman, Chris.”
“You really think so… you’re not just saying that?”
“No, I mean it. You’re beautiful, caring, and funny. He’s just and idiot.”
She chuckled a little and snuggled even closer to me. “He always said I didn’t love him enough, that I was in-love with someone else.”
“Is he crazy too?”
“No, not really. In a way he was right. May be I just wasn‘t sexy enough?”
“I’m sure that wasn’t it. So who did he think you loved?”
Christine took another deep breath. She tilted her head up on my shoulder, and stared into my eyes. “You… He always accused me of being in-love with you.”
“Me? Christ, he really was nuts.”
“Well, not really.”
“W, what do you mean?”
“I am in-love with you, always have been.”
“Ever since I was twelve.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No.” Christine said softly as she stretched her long neck and kissed me on the neck.
“I can’t believe it.”
“Well you should, it’s true.” She cooed, leaning back between the back and arm of the sofa. “I have always fantasized about what it would be like to make love to you.” Christine then slowly pulled her robe open, showing me her naked body beneath it. Her small breasts were firm, round, and her nipples pink and hard. Her belly was flat and she had the tiniest bump at her pelvis. Her pubic area was shaven into a thin small line of hair leading down to a swollen pair of lips closed tight, hiding the pink within them. All I could do was stare at her beauty.
Christine moved my hand over to her belly. She gasped from the touch of my hand on her naked belly. Everything in my head said to pull away, to close her robe, but my body wouldn’t listen. Instead I traced my fingers around the curves of her belly. Christine reached to me, fisted my shirt, and pulled me over top of her. Our lips came together for the first time in a kiss filled with passion. We kissed for a long time, her tongue slipped between my lips and I melted in her arms.
When our kiss finally ended, I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts. Kissing each of them and lightly sucking on her nipples. The taste of her flesh was wonderful, intoxicating, all I wanted was more. I kissed my way down and over her belly until I reached the thin strip of golden hair. I kissed down the side of the strip and went down her thigh to her knee. I went to her other leg and kissed my way back up to her strip. Christine moaned and gasped as my lips caressed the bare flesh of her thigh, and was a bit louder when I reach her pelvic mound. Her hips started to sway and her legs spread wider. I took the hint and kissed my way down between her legs and tasted the sweetness of her pussy.
I allowed my tongue to search the crease between her lips and found her clitoris. I licked and sucked on her little button, my hands caressing her sides, hips, thighs, and breasts as I brought her to her first orgasm. Her body tensed, back arched, and legs quivered as she reached climax.
“Oh god.” She moaned. “Mmmm, yes, yes, yesssss!” She cried as her juices flooded over my tongue and lips. Her legs locked around my head and her hands held me in place. She squirmed on the sofa as her second orgasm hit her. “Oh my goddddddddd” She shouted before going limp. I so wanted to see her face as she reach orgasm, but I couldn’t.
I started to kiss my way back up her body. I had reached the top of her belly when I heard a bump outside her door. I turned and seen a man darting away from the window in her door. I walked over to the door just in time to see her neighbor duck inside his apartment.
“You got a curtain for this window?”
“Maybe we should move to the bedroom then?”
“What if I changed my mind? That I don’t think we should do this anymore?” She said sheepishly.
“If that is what you want.”
She stood up, walked over to me at the door. “No, that’s not what I want.” She flung her arms around my neck, hoisted herself up on me, and locked her legs around my waist. “I have wanted to make love to you for so long, fantasized about it, and you have not let me down yet. That was better than I imagined it would be. No one has ever gotten me off orally, let alone twice.”
“Really.” Christine gasped. “Now I want to feel what else you can do.”
“If you are sure? Are you?”
She kissed me hard, her tongue deep in my mouth. Her legs squeezed tight around my waist, and her arms held me just as tight at my neck. Christine stopped kissing me, her lips still touching mine. “Oh yes… I most definitely want more. I love you.” She whispered, her lips caressed mine as she spoke.
I cupped her ass in my hands, steadying her weight, and walked carefully to her bedroom. I sat her on the edge of the bed, starring down at her, entranced by her youth and beauty. I knew what we were doing was wrong, that I should stop now, walk away, but I couldn’t. I had tasted her, felt her loving embrace, and was lost in a passion I could not deny. I reached out to her, caressed her shoulders, and neck. Tangled my fingers in her hair as I stared into her beautiful eyes.
Her lips parted slightly as she tilted her head back into my hand. “Mmmm.” She sighed, her hands reaching to my chest, then down to my swollen cock. Christine’s fingers curled around my girth, her smooth skin felt wonderful as she began to stroke my shaft slowly. Her eyes opened, glanced down between us and then back to my eyes. “You’re much bigger than I imagined.” She said, her voice sounded so young, and nervous. “Big ones scare me, they hurt. But I so want to make love to you.”
“We can stop right now, Sweetie.” I told her, stroking her cheek with my fingers.
Christine took hold on my hand, kissed each finger.
“I want you so bad…” She cooed.
“It’s okay, you don’t have too.”
“I want to, just take it slow…okay?” She pleaded.
“As slow as you want.”
She smiled up at me, and I leaned over and kissed her. I started to kneel down between her legs, but she stopped me, brought me back up straight. She stroked my cock and massaged my balls in her hands, then leaned over and kissed the tip. She kissed it again and allowed her tongue to swirl around the tip. “Mmmm,” She moaned. “You taste great.” Her lips parted and she took me between them. She sucked on my head hard, creating a vacuum that drew her cheeks inward, and sent me soaring. She pulled her head back and my head left her lips with a pop.
“Oh, god.” I moaned.
Christine quickly took me back inside her mouth, deeper this time, so deep I felt the back of her throat. She began to bob her head up and down, her soft lips sliding up and down the top portion of my shaft and head. She would suck hard at the top and moan as she went back down. She would release me just long enough to lick the length of my cock on all sides then take it back between her lips. Each time she would take me a bit deeper and her pace would quicken, driving me closer to my own orgasm.
I was so close that I had to stop her. I grabbed hold her head and gently pulled her off, and I kissed her again.
“I know…” She pouted.
“You know what, sweetie?”
“That I’m no good at giving head.”
“What! No, you were wonderful, too good really. I was going to cum if you didn’t stop.”
“Really… You liked it?”
“Yes, you were great. I just didn’t want to¾”
“Cum in my mouth? You can, I don’t care.”
“I didn’t want to cum yet.”
“Don’t be.” I kissed her again, this time laying her back on the bed as I did so. I laid atop her, she seemed so tiny beneath me. Her body so firm and soft at the same time. We kissed long and deep as I caressed her outer thighs and hips. Her arms wrapped around me, stroking my back. I kissed her shoulders, neck, chest, and arms. Then when I knew she was well heated, I lowered down onto my knees beside the bed, pulled her too me, and brushed the head of my cock between her labia. She was already wet, and the feel of me at her entrance sent visible shivers through her body.
Christine arched her back, giving me better access to her ready vagina. I pressed the head between her tight lips, I cold feel her stretching open around my girth, slowly allowing me to enter her. She let out a heavy gasp as I slipped inside of her for the first time. She was tight, as tight as I had ever felt. The walls of her vagina seemed to clutch the head of my cock, squeezing, milking it, from the moment of entry.
“Oh god… you’re so thick.” Christine cried out, her hips shifting on the bed.
“Oh yes…” She purred. “It feels good.”
With that I gave her a little more. Slowly I pressed another two inches inside her. Christine’s hands moved to her breasts and she started to rub and squeeze them. Twisting and pulling at her erect nipples. I slowly began to pump in and out of her, never letting myself come completely out of course. With each pump back in I gave her a little more, going deeper within her until she had my full length buried inside her. The moment She had me all, Christine was taken by orgasm. Her body quivered, and twisted before me. Her skin began to shine from sweat, and she bit her bottom lip. She moaned and sighed, trying to hold in the sounds of her pleasure. But just as she seemed to be reaching her peak, I started to pump into her faster and harder.
I grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her toward me as I rammed my cock forward. Our bodies smacked together as I drove insider her deep and hard. Her tiny body bounced off of mine hard, her firm tits thrust up and down on her chest. Christine arched her back more, locked her legs around my waist, and clawed my back with her nails. She pulled her slick body up tight to mine until her breasts were smashed against my chest. I pounded my cock into her until I was ready to blow. She squeezed me tighter as the heat of my suddenly engorged cock filled her pussy, sending her into yet another orgasm. She bit down on my shoulder as I felt the warm flood of her juices over my throbbing cock.
“Oh fuck yeaaaa.” Christine shouted, her body twitching, shivering. “Oh god… fill me, fill me, cum with me.”
Her wish was my command. I fired my load deep within her, pumping her full of my seed.
“Oh god yessss.” She cried. “Oh yes, cum in me, God I can feel it, feel it inside me.” Christine went from orgasm to orgasm, one ending and another beginning simultaneously. Her back arched even more, pulling her upper body away from mine. The only thing keeping her from falling back on the bed was my arms around her. “Uh…uh…uh…mmmmm, yessssssss” She breathed as her body went limp in my arms. I laid her back o the bed, and laid beside her. Christine curled to me, her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms back around her and held her as she slept. I too fell asleep and woke an hour or two later from being cold.
I pulled a blanket up over our naked bodies, Christine snuggled against me more, her head on my chest, she drape a leg over me, and her closest hand found my cock and held it securely. I wrapped my arms back around her, with one hand resting on the small of her back and the other on one cheek of her ass. I quickly rejoined her in sleep.
The next morning I awoke alone in Christine’s bed, with the smell of eggs and bacon in the air. I crawled out of bed, still naked from the night before, and realized that my clothes were in the front room. So I wrapped a sheet from the bed around me and walked out to the living room to find them. I was quickly met by Christine just outside of the bedroom. She was wearing only a muscle shirt, one that was far to big for her, and revealed her perfect little breast way to well.
“Morning…” She gushed happily, with a big smile on her face that reached to her eyes. “I fixed breakfast, but it will cost you a kiss.”
She leaped into my arms and took my mouth with hers before I could even process what she had said. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her arms around my neck, and she kissed me long and lovingly. “I love you so much.” She said peeling off of me and guiding me by the hand to the kitchen table.
We sat across the table from one another and ate. We spoke briefly of the night before and how great the sex had been. But the guilt was setting in and not just on me. We agreed that no one could ever know of what happen and that it shouldn’t have happened at all. But neither of us could help but want it to happen again either. I still had one more night to spend with her, and we decided to make the best of it. But that would be the end.