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 Title: Sophie's Choice
   Summary: Caring mother persuades anxious virgin to let stepfather take
the most precious thing she has.
Keywords: inc,fic,reluctance,first time
   I'm not entirely sure when my interest in my step daughter Sophie
changed from fatherly to sexual; somewhere between her sixteenth and
eighteenth birthdays I suspect.
   It probably happened gradually, without my knowing it rather than
striking me one day like a bolt from the blue, but however it happened, by
the time she was eighteen I found myself with a serious crush on my wife's
pretty daughter.
   My name is Simon; Doctor Thompson in my professional life.  I live with
my wife and stepdaughter in a pleasant, four-bedroom house in a pretty East
Anglian village.  To all outward appearances we are a `normal' family with
a `normal' life, taking our places in the community as the local Family
Doctor, Family Solicitor with a clever student daughter away at University.
   But our lives are far from normal, even for Norfolk.
   After a good few years living the fun life of a bachelor, I married in
my mid thirties, somewhat later than most of my contemporaries.  My lovely
wife Susie was a single parent when we first met with one young daughter,
Sophie.
   Susie is a lovely brunette, average in height, average in build but most
certainly not average in attractiveness.  She has smooth, pale olive skin,
no doubt from a distant Mediterranean ancestor and a sweet, youthful face
with deep brown `come to bed' eyes that still enchant me on a daily basis.
   Devastatingly intelligent, she has had to work hard throughout her life
and despite being a single mother and relatively young, at the time this
story is set, she had just become a Partner in the local firm of
solicitors. She works almost exclusively on family law and feels things
passionately.  When angry at home she can be scary; in court she must be
terrifying!
   Sophie is a little taller than her mother and as long as I have known
her has been very slim - almost skinny - making her seem much younger than
she actually is.  She is fairly attractive to boys but until the time of
this story hadn't had many boyfriends.
   This pleased me; I didn't like to think of the clumsy fingers of spotty
youths touching my precious stepdaughter's body.  Fortunately, her fiery
temper and strong personality seemed to intimidate most of the boys she met
but of course, I knew her as the sweet girl she will probably always be -
inside anyway.
   When her mother and I started `dating', it took a full year before
Sophie accepted me into her family.  I worked hard to understand her as
well as to make her mother happy, and over time our relationship gradually
progressed from hostility to tolerance and finally to affection.  She and I
had been close in an undemanding way for a long time before the events told
in this story took place.
   For most of our life as a family, my attitude was that of a normal, if
over-protective stepfather.  However, it was impossible to live in the same
house as such a lovely, maturing girl without noticing the changes that
were taking place in her.
   One moment we were lamenting the arrival of her stroppy teenage years;
the next we were singing `Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen'.  A blink of an eye
later, the skinny waif of a girl I had known for so long had become a
maturing woman.
   It was equally impossible to live in the same house as such a beautiful
creature without feeling strong sexual urges.  For two full, difficult
years I had to fight to suppress my feelings but my dreams were
increasingly haunted by her and it was these dreams that finally betrayed
me, the night everything came out and our lives changed.
   The moment of truth came during the early hours one Sunday morning when
I had woken both myself and Susie by talking loudly in my sleep, calling
Sophie's name over and over into the night.
   "Simon!  Simon!  Are you okay?"
   Susie was tapping me anxiously on the arm, as my body trembled.
   "Simon!  Wake up!  Wake up...  ugh!"
   "What?  Whatsthematter...?"
   "What are you dreaming?  What are you saying?"
   "Nothing!  Nothing I...  Oh, shit!"
   My body had betrayed me!  The wonderful dream had turned into a wet one;
I had ejaculated copiously in bed while calling out my stepdaughter's name
and my wife had heard and seen every moment of it.
   Susie turned on the bedside light, pulled back the duvet, surveyed the
sticky mess and glared at me.
   "What are you doing, Simon?  What were you saying about Sophie?"
   "It was just a dream and..."
   With my shorts and the bed sheets wet with extraordinary amounts of
semen and the smell of it filling the room, I could no longer conceal my
unacceptable feelings from my wife.
   "I'm sorry.  Susie I..." I babbled.
   "Is there something you should tell me?"
   Susie's `professional' voice was commanding and would allow no
obfuscation on my part so I had no choice but to explain.
   The confession that followed was one of the most difficult conversations
of my entire life but Susie, with her Lawyer's instinct, would not let me
stop until she had learned the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the
truth.
   With every sentence, I felt more and more ashamed and could feel my
marriage coming closer and closer to an end.
   But to my surprise, Susie heard me out, listening calmly without passing
judgement and without the violent, emotional reaction I had expected.  When
I had finished I lay shame-facedly next to her waiting for the house to
come down around me.
   It didn't.
   Susie gave me a strange penetrating look which would have unsettled her
most strident clients.  It certainly unsettled me; all sorts of possible
outcomes sped through my mind; none of them good, most involving painful
and expensive divorce proceedings.
   Having prepared myself for almost anything to happen, I was in no way
prepared for nothing
   When I had confessed all, Susie sat in complete silence for a full five
nerve-wracking minutes as if contemplating the terrible revelations she had
just heard.  There was no anger; there were no tears.  Then as if having
made a big decision, she raised her head and looked me straight in the eye.
   I closed my eyes and waited for the axe to fall on our marriage but
still it didn't.  Instead, my amazing wife told me that she had a
confession to make too.
   My first thought was that she had been having an affair and that my
revelation had simply convinced her to leave me.  I couldn't have been more
wrong!
   Susie looked first at the ceiling, then the floor, then her eyes fixed
on the corner of the room.  When she finally spoke, her voice was flat and
factual.
   "I understand what you're saying," she began.
   You could have knocked me down with a breath, let alone a feather.
   "You understand?"
   "Yes, I understand.  Do you promise to give me the same calm, silent
attention I've just given you?" she asked, again in her `lawyer' voice. 
"No interruptions?"
   "Of course," I insisted, my puzzlement growing.
   "You promise to let me finish before passing judgement - like I did for
you?"
   "Yes, of course."
   And she began.  With a new frankness and openness, my astonishing wife
told me an incredible story.
   Broken marriages run from one generation to the next; I had always known
that Susie's father had left them when she was tiny and that she had been
brought up by her mother and eventually her stepfather.  As a family of
three, they were very close.
   What I had never even suspected was the extraordinary revelation that
her own stepfather had made advances to Susie when she was about the age at
which I first began to have inappropriate feelings for Sophie.
   What was more astonishing was that, after a long period of rejection and
then ambivalence, Susie had eventually responded to his advances.  At first
naively, then over time with increasing pleasure followed by enthusiasm and
finally love, they had developed an ongoing physical relationship.
   As a result, she did not find my desires for Sophie to be either
incomprehensible or revolting.
   I sat open-mouthed while she explained that in her case, the
relationship had become intimate in both a loving and sexually rewarding
way and that it had lasted many years.
   Susie did not feel she had been abused - she had been over-age and had
not been forced in any way - rather it had given her sexual confidence and
deepened her love for her stepfather.
   Since his early death she had felt an overpowering need to talk to
someone about it all but of course she could never tell her family or
friends and was worried the revelation would badly damage her relationship
with me.
   It was only because of my own confession that she felt free to talk to
me about her past and was very grateful for it.
   They had stopped sleeping together when she had married her first
husband.  The closeness of her relationship with her stepfather might have
contributed to the early failure of that marriage but he had been there for
her throughout the divorce.  Since then she had been involved in a number
of short term, unsatisfactory affairs until she and I had met and fallen in
love.
   But the most astounding revelation of all was that her daughter Sophie
was, in fact, the happy but unplanned result of Susie's affair with her
stepfather and not a product of her brief, unsatisfactory first marriage.
   She had fallen pregnant just before her wedding; everyone had just
assumed that the child was her husband's.  It was only years later when
blood tests were taken for other purposes entirely that she realised the
truth; Sophie could not possibly be her husband's child.
   There was only one possible alternative sire - her stepfather - but this
fact had been covered up by the two of them ever since.
   Then her marriage had failed and shortly afterwards her stepfather had
died at an early age, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone.  Her
extended family had been quite unable to understand why his death had
affected her so very badly and, of course, she couldn't explain.
   When she had finished speaking we lay side by side on the bed staring at
the ceiling while our minds tried to adjust to the new realities they had
each heard.
   "I would never have guessed," I eventually said.  "I know she looks
nothing like your ex but still..."
   "She looks like me.  We were lucky," Susie replied.
   "And you really feel you made the right choice?" I asked, still amazed.
   "I've made a lot of bad choices in my life, my first marriage being one
of them," she answered honestly.  "But I've never regretted my relationship
with my stepfather or wished Sophie was anything other than what she is."
   "You're an amazing woman, Susie," I told her and meant it.
   We lay in silence a little longer before Susie spoke again.
   "How far have you imagined going with Sophie?" she asked.  I was very
surprised.
   "I don't know.  I've often fantasised about making love to her in her
own bed, but I never imagined anything could happen `for real'"
   "Have you tried anything with her?"
   "No!  Of course not," I insisted.  "I'm her stepfather!"
   There was another long silence during which another set of unwanted
outcomes filled my head.  But the words that finally left my wife's mouth
were words I had never even dreamed I would hear.
   "But you'd like to sleep with her in real life as well as your
fantasies?"
   I didn't know how to respond to this question.  If I said no, Susie
would know it was a lie; the sticky bed sheets testified against me.  If I
said yes, I would be telling my wife that I wanted to cheat on her with her
own daughter.  There was no telling where that might lead.
   "What if I talk to her?" Susie's words stunned me.
   "What?"
   "What if I introduce the idea of a sexual relationship with you over the
next few weeks?"
   At first, I could not believe my ears, but Susie assured me she was
deadly serious.
   "I mean it.  I won't try and persuade her or anything; I'll just suggest
it as a possibility and see how she reacts."
   "You would do that for me?" I asked again, truly gobsmacked.
   "I would do it for her," she corrected me.  "You are quite capable of
looking after yourself."
   "Do it for Sophie?" I exclaimed, amazed.
   Susie explained that her own relationship with her stepfather had been
so close, strong and positive for her that she wanted her daughter at least
to have the chance of something similar in her life.
   Naturally I was excited at the idea, but at the same time apprehensive.
After all, I had no reason to believe Sophie had any sexual feelings for me
at all!
   "And you really wouldn't mind me sleeping with her?" I asked when she
had finished.
   "Not if it's genuinely what she wants; she's eighteen and won't be
around here forever.  You won't get any younger either.  Just as long as
you both remember which of us you're married to!"
   And that was the end of the discussion for that night.  After a long
time, I fell asleep, my mind reeling.
   ***
   In the morning I could barely believe it had all happened, a problem
made worse by the complete absence of any reference to it in our many
conversations.  Days passed, then weeks until I told myself it had all been
just a weird dream; after all, that seemed much more likely than my wife
wanting me to sleep with her only daughter.
   Meanwhile, our own sex life inexplicably took a sharp turn for the
better.  Susie became both more demanding and more adventurous in bed which
of course delighted and excited me.  But despite this, although I said and
did nothing untoward, I found myself fantasising about Sophie more and
more.
   I found myself noticing the things she did more too; little things like
the accidental leaving open of the bathroom or bedroom door while she was
changing or bathing, or the careless flashing of her panties getting in or
out of the car.  And she seemed to have started wearing exceptionally short
skirts around the house too.  In fact I had twice sent her back to her room
to change into something more modest - an action that seemed to hurt her
rather than make her angry.
   I put it down to coincidence and an overactive imagination on my part
but whatever it was, it kept going on!
   After six weeks of increasing frustration, late one evening I finally
plucked up the courage to talk to Susie once again about how I felt and
about the difficulty of living with a girl whose sexuality seemed to be
growing by the week.
   Susie's response knocked me sideways.
   "Haven't you two done anything yet?" Her voice sounded exasperated. 
"Just how slow are you, Simon?" I stared at her dumbstruck.  "She's been
sending you messages for weeks - so clearly even I can see them!"
   I just stood there, speechless.
   "I thought you two had already started having sex!  Christ, Simon, for
an intelligent and successful man you can be really stupid sometimes!"
   "Wh...What?" I stammered, making even more of a fool of myself than
usual.
   Susie made an exasperated sound and walked across the kitchen to where
the kettle was boiling.
   "I spoke to her as she went to bed the night after your `confession',"
she began, pouring two steaming mugs of tea and sitting down, indicating
that I should do the same.  I sat, and as we sipped our tea, a strange
unreal feeling crept over me.
   "What...What did she say?" I asked.
   My voice sounded surprisingly hesitant.  Susie sat back in her chair.
   "I won't pretend she was pleased.  Actually, at first she was
horrified," Susie told me.  My heart sank like a stone; had I just
destroyed our family?  Then she leaned towards me and stared straight into
my eyes.
   "I said, at first," she continued, seeing the look on my face.  I
pressed her for more news.
   "We've had a few mother - daughter heart to hearts since then," she went
on.  "I told her...  well, I told her how much you loved her and that it
was because of that love, not in spite of it that you felt this way towards
her."
   Nice words, I thought.  All the nicer for being true!
   "What eventually got through to her - and you'll understand how
difficult this was for me, Simon - was when I told her about my stepdad and
me; how special our relationship was and what it meant to both of us."
   "You told her?" I asked.  Susie nodded, her eyes lowered.
   "It wasn't easy but I felt better afterwards.  Eventually," she added.
   "What did she say to that?" I asked, eager to learn.
   Susie leaned back again and thought for almost a whole minute.
   "Actually, I'm surprised how mature she was.  I can't be sure she really
understood everything, but we both cried a lot and hugged each other a
lot."
   "Did you explain who her father really is?" I asked tentatively.
   "Not directly.  And she didn't ask directly either, but she's a bright
girl and will probably work it out.  She asked me lots of questions about
her Grandfather - her father I should say and to my surprise, I answered
them all, truthfully.  Actually, it was good for me to talk about it all."
   Susie looked genuinely pleased as she continued.
   "I asked her a few questions too - including if she was still a virgin
and she said she was."
   This was a genuine surprise; Sophie had had a number of boyfriends
coming to the house.  Although I hated the thought, I had just assumed
that, being eighteen, she must have slept with at least one of them by now.
She might, of course, have been lying to her mother but I let that thought
go, and listened intently.
   "She told me she was frightened about giving herself to a boy who might
hurt her both physically and emotionally," Susie explained.  "She told me
she'd heard lots of `kiss and tell' stories from the boys at school." She
laughed.  "Some of them might even have been true!"
   I smiled, remembering the nonsense that had been talked when I was her
age.
   "What did you say to that?"
   "I told her I had felt exactly the same, especially with all the
pressures that there are on girls her age," Susie replied.  "It seems she's
reached the point of no return several times with boyfriends but has always
stopped short of full sex."
   I nodded, oddly pleased.
   "Now, of course, she has the reputation of being frigid," Susie said
unhappily.  "But she's genuinely scared of what might happen if she lets a
boy go any further."
   "What did you tell her?" I asked, eager to know what happened next.
   "Well, it took a while to summon up the courage, but I told her how good
it had been for me to learn about sex in a safe and loving environment with
an experienced man whom I could trust absolutely."
   At this point, I began to have self-doubts.  Was my interest really a
manifestation of love and trust?  Or was it just lust on my part?  To be
truthful, I'm still not sure of my own motives but it was too late to go
back now, and Susie was still talking.
   "I told her how I had surrendered my virginity to my stepdad and in
return had learned how wonderful sex with the right person could be.  He
had been caring and gentle and loving afterwards and there had never been
any risk of stories getting round the school.
   "I told her how it had given me confidence to deal with boys my age on
equal terms, and how, after a while I had felt able to try new things with
him in bed in a loving, supportive and safe environment."
   I could tell the memory was still vivid in her mind by the tears welling
up in her eyes.
   "In fact, I told her how it gave me the confidence to really enjoy my
sex life with the few partners I'd had - right up to and including you!"
   This was certainly true.  From the moment she had decided to go to bed
with me, Susie had been an exciting and adventurous lover.  She still was.
   "That's the advantage of being married to a lawyer," I joked.  "You
could persuade me to do anything if you talked to me like that."
   She smiled broadly.
   "Well, as a lawyer I should tell you what I told her; that having sex
with her stepfather might not be illegal but isn't usually acceptable so
she mustn't ever tell anyone.  I made it very clear that she must never
tell anyone about her Grandfather and me either.
   "I also told her that she should think hard about whether she wanted the
same relationship with you.  If she decided she did want it she must
remember that, although she would have my approval and help if she needed
it, in the end, you are married to me, not to her."
   My head was swimming with bewilderment by now, but Susie hadn't
finished.
   "I suggested she thought about it carefully and made a cool and calm
decision one way or the other.  That if she said no, you and I would
understand and would still love her as a daughter; that it was entirely her
decision and she shouldn't feel under pressure either way."
   "And what did she say?" I demanded, eager to know.
   "She said she would think carefully about it.  Simon, she hasn't spoken
to me about it since so I don't know for certain what she thinks."
   I felt crestfallen.  How could Susie have told me such a story but
without an ending?
   "But since then," she continued, "as I said, I've seen all the messages
she's been sending out to you; all the open doors and flashes of knickers;
all the short skirts and coming downstairs in her night clothes; all those
looks across the breakfast table."
   "And I missed the significance of them all?" I asked, feeling very
stupid.
   She nodded.
   "I'm pretty sure she wants you!"
   "But I need to be absolutely sure!  I can't possibly make a move unless
I know for certain.  I can't take the chance of ruining my relationship
with Sophie through a - a misunderstanding on this scale."
   Susie thought for a minute.
   "I'll go and talk to her in her room now.  Go and have a shower - you
look hot and sweaty!  Neither of us will want to get close to you when
you're like that."
   And with that, she abruptly left me sitting at the kitchen table and
went upstairs.
   ***
   The next twenty minutes were some of the longest in my life.  After
Susie's footsteps had ceased, I followed her upstairs, straining
unsuccessfully to hear the conversation taking place behind my
stepdaughter's bedroom door.  There were murmurs but no words could be
distinguished.
   Disappointed, I went into our bedroom and the en suite bathroom where I
undressed and stepped into the shower.  The warm water immediately made me
feel better, and as I soaped myself all over I began to fantasise once
again about what being in bed with my stepdaughter might really be like. 
Within seconds, a huge erection was developing between my thighs.
   I was washing my hair vigorously and didn't notice Susie entering the
shower room.  She, however, immediately noticed both the soap suds on my
face and the erection slapping against my lower belly.
   "I see you've been - contemplating things again," she shouted above the
roar of the water.
   I jumped with surprise, clumsily tried to wash the soap from my body
then threw open the shower door and stepped naked onto the bathmat, my
erection starting to droop with embarrassment.
   I grabbed a bath towel and hurriedly dried myself down, at the same time
throwing my wife a glance which was loaded with doubt and uncertainty.
   "Well?  What did she say?" I asked, rubbing myself with the towel until
my skin was red.
   Susie breathed out heavily.  It didn't sound good.  My erection drooped
further.
   "I suppose you might be the luckiest man in England, or perhaps your
timing was inspired."
   "What do you mean?" I asked.
   "I mean that the object of your desire was within hours of giving up on
you!"
   "What?"
   She laughed and sat down on the edge of the bath.
   "Your beloved stepdaughter has been trying for nearly two months to show
you that your advances would be welcome.  You, of course, didn't notice
this."
   "Oh, Jesus!"
   "Your apparently complete lack of interest in the most precious thing
she has to give has hurt her.  She thought you didn't want her after all -
that you had led her on and then rejected her.  She was preparing to let
her latest spotty teenage boyfriend take her virginity tomorrow night."
   "Christ," was all I could say.
   "So if you don't want to mess things up even further, I suggest you and
your lumpy towel get down to her room in the next two minutes!"
   I looked down at the tent in the bath towel that my rapidly-reviving
erection was making and grinned sheepishly.  I moved quickly towards the
door then stopped suddenly in my tracks.
   "And you're sure you don't mind, Susie?  You're really sure?"
   "I'm sure.  I've had two months to think about it too," she replied.  I
turned back to the door and was just about to go through it when she added.
   "Just as long as you don't forget who you're really married to, I think
it would be good for both of you."
   "You're an angel, Suze!" I exclaimed, rushing back and kissing her on
the lips.
   "Bugger off and be gentle!" she laughed and I almost ran out of the
room.
   I closed our bedroom door behind me and stood on the landing for a
minute, my mind full of doubts.  What I wanted was certainly not normal by
most moral standards but by her own admission, it had done Susie no harm.
In fact, she believed it had helped her.
   Did I really have my stepdaughter's best interests at heart?
   Or was it just my own perverse sexual gratification?
   Perhaps these thoughts were merely an attempt to make myself believe I
had made a rational, sensible decision, because looking back, nothing short
of sheer physical force could have prevented me from crossing to Sophie's
room and gently tapping on the door.
   There was a rustling sound from within and a soft, almost inaudible
voice spoke.
   "Hello?"
   I opened the door slowly and peered into the room.  It was dark and
there was no sign of movement.
   "Princess?" I whispered.  "It's me!"
   There was a rasping sound as a match was struck and light flared at the
bed head.  In the red-orange flame, I saw my stepdaughter carefully
lighting a low, thick candle.  Its wick caught and the room brightened a
little.
   Sophie put the candle down on her bedside table and looked up at me.  I
was speechless.  In the low light her dark hair, brushed till it shone,
simply glowed.  Her olive skin, free of make-up looked soft and fresh in a
picture of sweet, yet definitely accessible innocence.
   She was sitting upright in the bed, the single white sheet covering her
knees which were drawn up almost under her chin.  The sheet's embroidered
hem rested on her breasts hiding them from my eyes, but I could clearly
tell that, beneath it, she was already naked.
   Her mother must have spent some time preparing Sophie for this
encounter. I felt a warm glow within me and a pain in my groin as my
erection strained against the towel.
   Closing the door firmly, I crossed the room to her side and sat
carefully on the edge of the divan, my towel uncomfortably over my
un-concealable erection.  I kissed her on the forehead.
   "Mum told me.  I've been an idiot, haven't I?" I said.
   Sophie looked sheepish.
   "I would never call you that, Dad?" she replied, looking very young and
very innocent.  She stared awkwardly at her knees.  "I was upset when you
didn't say anything though.  I thought you might hate me and..."
   I put a finger across her lips.
   "Princess," I whispered earnestly.  "I could never hate you no matter
what you did.  And to think you were offering me..." I couldn't finish the
sentence, my throat felt so choked up.
   Sophie took my hand in hers and squeezed, smiling at me.
   "Are you sure you want this?  Really sure?" I asked.
   There was a pause just long enough to make me believe she really was
thinking it over one last time, and then she nodded.
   "I'm really, really sure," she replied, squeezing my fingers again.
   I smiled and raised her hand to my lips.  I kissed her fingers, then her
hand and her wrist as my other hand stroked her cheek.  I drew a finger
along the line of her jaw then across her lips, which opened to let her
teeth nibble my fingertip.
   Releasing her hand, my arm snaked loosely around her neck and drew her
towards me until our lips met.
   For the rest of my life, I will remember every second - every fraction
of a second of that kiss; the moment when my lovely stepdaughter became my
lover.
   Her lips were cool; her mouth was hot; her tongue astonishingly active
against mine.  A virgin she might still have been, but she was certainly no
stranger to kissing.  I pressed my lips onto hers and her hair fell
backwards over my arm, its clean, fresh smell filling my nostrils.
   Her hands fell to her lap, taking with them the white bed sheet and
leaving her naked breasts exposed in the candlelight.  My hand rose
instinctively to caress them.  They felt small and firm under my fingers,
with nipples already erect.  I cursed the rough skin of my hands as my
palms cupped and gently kneaded their soft globes.
   As my hands toyed with her breasts, Sophie's mouth became more active on
mine as if a tide of desire was rising within her.  Our lips parted and she
panted a little, her heaving chest forcing her cone shaped nipples against
my palms where the pressure seemed to increase her desire still further.
   The softness of her flesh under my fingers was making me harder still. I
laid her back on the bed, her sweet head on the crisp white pillow then,
stroking her cheek again, lowered my head until my lips found the large,
dark circles of her nipples.  My fingers raised her teats gently to my
mouth and I flicked my tongue lightly over each in turn, hearing hear her
breathing quicken as my tongue danced over the hard, dark flesh.
   For a few blissful minutes, I suckled softly on my stepdaughter's firm
young breasts, drawing each nipple into my mouth in turn, caressing each
delicate teat with my tongue.  My lips sucked gently, my teeth lightly
nipping each hardening bud.
   Sophie writhed on the sheet, her hands stroking my back and sides.  I
raised my mouth to hers and kissed her lips again, my tongue seeking hers
deep in her toothpaste-fresh mouth.  As we kissed, I slid my left hand
under the sheet and along the soft skin of her thigh, drawing my fingers
slowly in a long line up the inside of her inner thigh towards her sweet
teenage vulva.  As my fingers bushed against its heat she instinctively
pressed her knees together as if to prevent my touching her most private
parts.
   I smiled at her and lowered my hand to her knees again.
   "Are you ok Princess?" I whispered.  Sophie nodded.
   My fingers retraced their path and approached her vulva again.  Again
her legs clamped together but less firmly this time.  I stroked her upper
thigh gently then ran my fingers slowly up and down her legs, each gentle
stroke reaching deeper and deeper, higher and higher, overcoming her
fast-fading resistance and working her legs apart fraction by fraction
until finally my fingers brushed against her soft, tightly curled pubic
hair.
   Sophie froze at the touch of my fingers on her outer lips.  I held my
hand still, allowing her body to adjust to the new feeling.  I kissed her
deliberately, deeply, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth; the tension
in her body began to relax.
   Encouraged, I pressed my middle finger between her outer lips, parting
them gently.  She was hot and wet inside.  Kissing her lips more gently
now, I began to work my finger up and down her slit, feeling her legs
parting slowly and her vulva opening like a flower at my touch.
   With as much gentleness as I could muster, I slid my finger towards the
top of her slit to find her clitoris.  It was tiny and hooded and took
several small circles of my fingertip to locate, but when eventually I
touched its delicate underside, my daughter's body jumped in surprise on
the sheet alongside me.
   "Did I hurt you?" I asked softly.  There was a pause then she shook her
head.
   "Do you want me to stop now?" This was answered by an emphatic shaking
of her head.
   Relaxing a little, I began to move my fingertip in little circles around
her tiny but swelling clitoris, feeling it grow harder and larger at my
touch.  Sophie's legs opened wider to allow me freer access and she began
to moan softly under her breath.  I felt her vagina lubricating rapidly,
her wetness running down my remaining fingers and into my palm.  I kissed
her breasts as I fingered her, my tongue and teeth toying with her nipples
as her excitement grew and grew, her head rocking slowly from side to side
on the pillow.
   It was time to move on.
   My fingers still pressed firmly against her inner lips, I kissed her
firm, pointed breasts one last time and slowly planted a line of tiny
butterfly kisses across the smooth skin of her belly as I moved my mouth
closer and closer to the heat of her vulva.  The firm muscles of her skinny
tummy emphasised her youth and innocence and brought a lump of emotion to
my throat.
   I wriggled around the bed until I was kneeling on the floor, my head
between her open thighs.  I lowered my face to her vulva.
   "What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed, slightly dreamy voice.
   "Shhh Princess!" I whispered.  "Trust me; you'll love it!"
   And with that, I gently teased open her puffy outer labia revealing her
red, wet core.  I could smell the pungent aroma of arousal against the
sweet smell of bath oil on her skin.
   I breathed heavily onto the puffy outer lips of her vulva.  She shivered
a little.
   "Mmmm!"
   My tongue toyed with her tightly curled pubic hair and tickled the
hairless crease where her vulva and thigh met.
   "Ohhhh!" she exclaimed almost in surprise.
   Then, in a single stroke, I ran the tip of my tongue from the base of
her slit upwards until it danced over her tiny hard clitoris.
   "Oh My GOD!"
   Sophie's body convulsed on the bed.  She sat bolt upright and grabbed my
hair with both hands.
   "Princess!  Did I hurt you?" I asked for the second time.
   She did not reply but I felt her painful grip on my hair relax a little
as she lowered herself to the pillow again.  My confidence restored, I
returned my attention to her vulva where, with even more care, I began to
lap at her inner lips.
   "OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!"
   This time, the pleasure in her voice was unmistakeable.  I slid my palms
under her soft buttocks and lifted her sweetness to my mouth.  Gently,
gently I lapped again at her inner lips, and upwards until the tip of my
tongue found her already-swollen clitoris.  I worked my tongue under the
hood, then round in circles until I brought it upwards in a long stroke
along its underside.
   Sophie convulsed on the bed once again and a loud squeal shattered the
silence in the room.  The sudden noise surprised me but I held her buttocks
firmly in my palms and kept on licking and kissing.  Her pleasure mounted;
I dipped my tongue into her vagina with each stroke, feeling the resistance
of her intact hymen against its tip as I teased her.
   Her hands gripped my hair tightly again as tremors of what was perhaps
her first minor climax passed through her body.  Sophie began to moan
loudly; a strange, unfamiliar feral sound, almost like an animal in pain
and I realised she was probably at least as scared by these new sensations
as she was aroused.
   Once again the flat of my tongue enveloped her hard clitoris and she
squealed aloud.
   "Are you alright?"
   The voice came from behind me.  I turned guiltily to see Susie peering
around the door's edge.  I froze, trying to imagine my wife's response at
seeing my head buried deep between her daughter's thighs.  But I needn't
have worried.
   "Mmmm Mummy," Sophie mumbled, waving her hand in Susie's general
direction as if to summon her closer.
   Susie, her white bathrobe wrapped around her, stepped quickly over to
the bedside and held her daughter's hand tightly.
   "Do you want it to stop, darling?" she whispered.  Sophie shook her
head.
   "N....No...  No, not now you're here!"
   Her head fell back onto the pillow and without speaking I turned my
attention back to the moist triangle between her thighs, licking again and
again.  The taste was unlike any I had experienced before or since; the
unique flavour of a young girl's body preparing itself for its first
penetration.
   I lapped; I licked; I circled; I drove my tongue as far into her vagina
as her hymen would allow.  Sophie gripped her mother's hand tightly as her
body trembled and shook.  The moisture in my mouth changed in taste and
texture as her excitement rose until I realised that I was in danger of
cumming myself before the most important deed had been done.
   Reluctantly raising my face from her wide spread thighs, I slid up the
single bed alongside Sophie's trembling body until my eyes were level with
hers.  Her face was flushed pink, as was her chest.  There were beads of
sweat on her forehead.
   "It's time Princess," I whispered.  "Are you still sure?"
   The look in my stepdaughter's eyes as she replied almost brought tears
to mine.
   "I'm sure.  Please!"
   I looked at my wife for final reassurance.  Susie smiled and nodded too.
   The towel around my waist had long since fallen away and my erection had
become painfully hard.  I knelt again between my daughter's thighs and,
taking my weight on my left arm, used my right to guide the red, swollen
head of my cock towards its goal.
   Sophie grasped her mother's hand tightly as I gently slid the head of my
cock up and down her moist slit until its head nestled against her inner
lips and parted them.  Her tiny, delicate hymen obstructed the way;
insubstantial, paper thin but psychologically as strong as a steel door.
   "Last chance to change your mind," I whispered one last time.
   Sophie smiled and I saw her grip on Susie's hand tighten.  Then, with
all the love, care and bodily control I could muster, I gently but
irresistibly pressed myself forwards.
   There was the softest, sweetest, surprisingly strong resistance from her
hymen which made me pause.  Sophie yelped in pain and surprise, gripping
her mother's hand even tighter.
   I pulled back then pressed forward again, this time, in small, jerking
movements, each one a little stronger than the last until finally I felt
something within her yield and my cock sank half way into my stepdaughter's
beautiful body.
   Beneath me, Sophie gasped aloud and her body went stiff.  I heard Susie
gasp too as Sophie's knuckles turned white, so tightly had she gripped her
mother's hand.  I paused, watching my beautiful stepdaughter's face contort
in sudden pain, then slowly begin relax as her body adjusted to the
unfamiliar invasion into its most private part.
   As the tension began to leave my stepdaughter's body, I pulled back
slowly before very gently beginning to thrust myself backwards and
forwards, sawing inch by careful inch, deeper and deeper into her vagina.
   With each tentative stroke, I heard Sophie gasp and felt her body
tighten then relax, gasp, tighten and relax, making penetration wonderfully
slow but after what seemed like an age, my groin finally ground up against
her pubic mound; my dark, wiry pubic hair meeting the sparse curls of her
triangle.
   I paused, astonished as I realised I had buried the full length of my
cock in Sophie's vagina.
   My beautiful stepdaughter had given me the most precious thing she had
to offer - her virginity.
   I looked down on the sweet face I had known for so many years.  Waves of
love and a desire to protect her washed over me.  Her eyes opened slowly.
There were tiny tears in their corners.
   Looking deeply into those eyes, I drew myself slowly back until just my
head was inside her then pressed forwards again.  This time, my cock slid
smoothly its full length into her body until with a soft wet sound, my
adult body pressed against her sweet innocent one again and the thick base
of my shaft stretched her newly awakened entrance.
   Sophie grunted and bit her lower lip, her grip on her mother's hand
tightening once again.
   "That's good darling," Susie whispered to her.  "The painful part is
over now.  Just try and relax and let Daddy make you feel good."
   Sophie nodded, her teeth still clamped hard on her lower lip, her body
still tense.  I pulled back and gently but firmly thrust forward again. 
She was so tight around me I realised that at this rate I would cum very
quickly.  Perhaps that was best for her first time.
   I thrust twice more and felt her body begin to relax.  Her thighs parted
further and when I thrust a third time, I felt myself go perceptibly deeper
into her until my swollen head met an obstruction deep within her which
could only have been her cervix.
   This time, Sophie squealed with surprise.
   "Still OK, Princess?" I asked softly.  She smiled and nodded, looking
across at her mother for reassurance.
   Twice more I thrust myself into her, each time the wetness around my
shaft increasing and the slapping sound growing louder before finding a
slow rhythm; a pace which I thought would be just fast enough to bring her
pleasure, but still slow enough to prevent me cumming too soon.
   Sophie began to moan in time with my thrusts, her back arching a little.
Releasing her mother's hand, she reached up with her fingers and clumsily
stroked my chest, her fingertips wrapping themselves in my body hair.
   My pace increased as the pleasure mounted; I felt her vagina tighten
around my shaft as her body tensed again.
   The soft, wet, slapping noises increased in volume and frequency as my
thrusts increased in pace.  Sophie began to moan louder, her voice catching
in her throat, her thighs spreading wider, her lower legs wrapping
themselves over my calves.
   I looked downwards to the source of my pleasure; my long, narrow shaft
was simply plunging into her soft, sweet body, its sides covered in pale
pink foam from her freshly-deflowered juices.  The sight drove me to thrust
even harder and faster.
   Sophie's eyes flew open, her knees bent wide, legs spread even further
apart and her hands grabbed the sheet beneath her as the weight of my body
collided repeatedly with her soft frame.
   Then her head was flung backwards, her mouth open in a silent scream as
her first, frightening climax began.  She shook, shuddered and her eyes
bulged.
   "OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod!"
   The words were barely decipherable but were music to my ears.  I began
to thrust much faster, though still trying to keep some vestige of control.
   "Daddy!  Mommy!" she gabbled as a second wave of pleasure washed over
her young body.
   Suddenly it was all too much for me.  Losing control completely, my body
of its own accord began the fast, erratic, hard, deep thrusts that would
bring me to a rapid climax.
   "Remember to pull out!"
   My wife Susie whispered hoarsely, recognising how close to ejaculation I
was.  I barely heard her - the extreme pleasure was washing over me in
waves and drowning out all other sensations.
   "Simon!  Pull out!  Now!  She's not on the pill!"
   Susie's voice was much louder but it was no use.  My body was on
auto-pilot and my climax began in earnest.
   A knot of fire appeared in my lower back, spread through my thighs and
into my groin and, as I lost the last vestiges of control of my body, I
began to thrust wildly into my stepdaughter's softness in time with the hot
spurts of a painfully large, messy, noisy ejaculation that shook me from my
toes to the hair on my head.
   "Oooohhh!  Nnnnnggghhhh!"
   The voice I heard was mine but yet not mine as hot, burning semen surged
through my erection and erupted into my stepdaughter's body.  My own body
jerked and twitched with the spasms of a climax which tightened my chest so
I could barely breathe.  Time after time my body spasmed and more semen
burst from me until, finally, I began to regain control.
   My eyes gradually focussed once again and I could see Sophie's sweet
face beneath me in the candlelight.  There was more sweat on her pink
flushed forehead and her expression was a mixture of fear, pleasure and
concern.
   "Are you OK?" she asked, her voice trembling.  I nodded.
   "I'm fine.  Are you alright sweetheart?" I croaked.  "Did I hurt you?"
   "A little," she replied.  "But it didn't last long."
   I felt myself beginning to soften inside her.
   "Hold her close, Simon," Susie whispered.
   I understood and gently lowered myself onto the rumpled, stained sheet
alongside my lovely stepdaughter.  My flaccid cock slipped smoothly and
messily from her body and a sticky trickle of our combined fluids oozed
onto the sheet.
   I folded Sophie lovingly in my arms as her emotions slowly calmed and
her body recovered from the shock of its first penetration and climax.  I
hugged her close, feeling her trembling; breathing in the sweetness of her
hair as she buried her face in my chest.
   "I love you darling," I whispered into her long, soft hair.  We lay in
silence, Susie stroking her daughter's hair and back.
   After a long while, she whispered in my ear.
   "She mustn't sleep alone tonight.  I'll leave you to it."
   I nodded.  "Susie I...  are you sure...  I mean..."
   My wife smiled at the two of us.
   "It's okay Simon.  Goodnight."
   She bent and kissed Sophie on the forehead and silently left the room,
closing the door behind her, leaving my stepdaughter and me in her single
bed together.
   ***
   I was woken later than usual the following morning by the sounds of
breakfast being made in the kitchen downstairs.  Gingerly opening my eyes,
my first thought was `Where am I?" But I quickly recognised the room as
Sophie's.
   But what was I doing here?
   For an instant, I thought that I had enjoyed an unusually vivid dream in
the night.  A very pleasant dream indeed, but a dream none the less.
   But as my memory returned, I quickly became aware of the heat of another
human body in the bed behind me.  Turning carefully over, I saw Sophie
lying next to me, her body mirroring my own like two spoons opposite each
other in a drawer.
   She was naked.  Her eyes were open but her head was still on the pillow,
her dark hair fanning over the white linen and shining in the few rays of
sun that spilled in through a gap in the curtains.
   As my eyes focussed on her, she smiled.
   "So it wasn't a dream?" I whispered, taking care not to spoil the moment
with morning breath.
   Sophie smiled and shook her head then wriggled closer to me.  My arms
instinctively went around her again and pulled her to me.  I hugged her
tightly.
   "Are you ok?  Really ok?" I asked.  "You don't regret what happened?"
   She cuddled closer.  "No Dad," she murmured.  I felt better.
   There was a sound from across the room.  We both looked up as Susie
quietly opened the door and entered.  She wore her bathrobe and carried a
tray on which sat three steaming mugs.
   "Good morning you two," she said smiling, sitting down on the edge of
the mattress.  "How do you feel now?" she asked, clearly addressing her
daughter rather than me.
   "Fine Mum," Sophie whispered, her voice still unstable with sleep and
disorientation.  "Perhaps a bit sore, to be honest," she added with a
little embarrassment.
   "That's to be expected," Susie comforted her.  "It will soon pass.  I'll
give you something to help later."
   She passed the tea round.  Sophie and I sat up in bed to drink it,
Sophie endearingly pulling the duvet up to cover her breasts.
   "Losing your virginity is a big thing, darling," my wife continued.  "It
IS painful at first.  But just think how much worse it would have been if
you had lost it in a crude fumble in the back of a car with some spotty boy
who might hurt you, then leave you and tell all his friends that he's
popped your cherry.  This way is much better, believe me."
   Sophie nodded, her eyes still a little drowsy.
   "I understand Mum.  I'm sure you're right."
   "You've been lucky.  You've been introduced to womanhood by someone who
loves you, who is gentle and experienced and who knows how important it is
to stay close to you afterwards.  It's how your father helped me, and I've
always been grateful for it.  "
   I reached across and grasped my stepdaughter's hand.  She squeezed my
fingers.
   "There's just one problem," Susie added.
   Sophie and I raised our heads in question.
   "Well, your Dad found the whole thing so arousing that he...  he.... 
came inside you, didn't he?"
   The awful truth suddenly dawned on me.
   "That means we have to get you the morning after pill to make sure you
don't get pregnant."
   I felt a cold chill pass through me.
   "Don't worry," Susie continued, seeing her daughter's consternation. 
She turned to me.  "If you write a prescription I'll go and get them.  I'll
pretend they're for me." She turned towards the door then turned back
towards us.  "And I suppose I'd better get some condoms too.  I can't
imagine either of you will want last night to be the only time."
   Sophie blushed bright red at her mother's words.
   "Although you really should go on the pill now, darling.  Perhaps your
father can write you a prescription for that too?"
   I nodded slowly, still unable to believe what had happened.
   "I'd better get dressed, Princess," I said, swinging my legs around and
standing up.  "I'm due at work this morning.  And I'm sure you and your Mum
want to talk."
   The closeness to my stepdaughter's beautiful body had already brought me
half an erection.  Embarrassed, I found the towel from the previous night
and wrapped it around my waist.  The tent was too obvious to hide.  I
looked at Sophie.  We both giggled.
   "Will you be ok now?" I asked her.
   "I feel fine Dad.  No.  I feel great."
   "Breakfast in ten minutes?" I asked, turning towards the door.
   "Dad!" Sophie called from behind me.  I turned to face my stepdaughter.
   "Thanks!" she said.  I flushed red and, smiling, left the room.
   ***
   Half an hour later, after a quick shower and an even quicker breakfast,
I put my head into Sophie's room to say a quick goodbye.  She wasn't there,
but my wife was busy stripping the bed.
   "Hmm," she said, holding up the bottom sheet.
   On it was a clear pink oval stain, about six inches across.  I blushed
when I realised in must have been a combination of my semen and a few drops
of my daughter's virgin blood, ground into the linen by our writhing
bodies.
   "You're an angel, Suzie!" I said, meaning every syllable of it.
   "I might well be," she replied.  "But you're late for work!"
   I kissed her full on the lips and rushed from the room, banging on the
family bathroom door as I passed and calling out
   "See you later Princess!  I love you!"
   "Love you too Dad," came through the door over the sound of running
water.
   I hurried downstairs, out of the front door and drove too quickly to my
surgery, arriving a full half hour late to my patients' disgust.
   ***
   The whole of the next day passed surprisingly quickly and uneventfully.
I wrote the necessary prescriptions and my wife obtained both the morning
after and the contraceptive pills for Sophie, along with a large pack of
condoms.
   The surgery was very busy and, after a late start, I was detained until
well into the evening so it was after dinner before I was able to talk to
Sophie about what had happened.  Susie was getting ready to go out to play
tennis and the two of us were in Sophie's room again.
   There was an awkwardness in the air; embarrassment along with a strong
sexual frisson.
   "Princess," I said, struggling to keep my voice sounding normal.  "Last
night was wonderful for me, and I hope you enjoyed it too.  I know your mum
bought all that...  stuff...  today, but you mustn't feel obliged to do it
or anything else with me again."
   Sophie was listening attentively.
   "I want you to know that you are still my stepdaughter and I'm still
your stepdad.  If anything else happens between us it will only be if and
when you want it."
   She nodded, but still looked a little puzzled.
   "I will try and treat you exactly as if nothing had happened unless you
give me a sign that you want otherwise.  I won't put you under any
pressure; if you want me to be just a Dad again then that's fine."
   I looked for encouragement on her face but saw no reaction at all.
   "But if you want me to be more than that, then you only have to let me
know."
   "I understand," she said in a friendly, reassuring voice.  "It's all so
new to me.  I don't really know how I feel about it yet."
   I ran my fingers through her fine hair.
   "Take your time.  Take as long as you need."
   I looked around her room, my eye lighting upon the pile of stuffed toys
she had scooped from her duvet onto the floor.  I picked up a small teddy
bear, about four inches long with a loop of cord fastened to the top of its
head.  Sophie had christened him `Albert' when I had brought him home from
a conference when she had been nine years old.
   "Albert can be our messenger," I suggested.  "If you want me to be more
than your Dad again, just leave Albert either in the grandfather clock in
the hallway, or hang him on your bedroom door and I'll know how to behave
for that evening.  But I will always be your Dad the next morning."
   Sophie looked as if she was concentrating hard.  I continued.
   "If you never want me in this way again, I'll understand, Princess and I
promise I'll never put pressure on you.  It's always your decision."
   Susie reappeared in the doorway.
   "I know you two have a lot to discuss," she said sarcastically, "but
it's nearly eight o'clock and we're due on court at half past, Simon!"
   I stood hurriedly.
   "Oh God!" I exclaimed.
   Kissing Sophie on the cheek, I ran from her room into ours and changed
hurriedly into my tennis clothes.
   That night, my wife and I had some of the most exciting, adventurous and
passionate sex of our lives.
   ***
   Not surprisingly, I found it difficult to concentrate at work the
following day, and when I returned home that evening, Susie told me that
Sophie had gone to stay with a friend overnight.  I felt uneasy.
   Sunday was spent doing the garden and washing the cars as would have
been done on any normal Sunday, and when Sophie eventually came home at tea
time she behaved perfectly normally as if nothing had happened.
   In fact, both Sophie and Susie behaved normally for the next few days,
causing me more anxiety and unease than if we had had a blazing row.  I
began to wonder if it really had been a dream, until when I opened the
front door after surgery late on the Wednesday evening, I noticed a small
Teddy bear in the glass window of our grandfather clock in the hall.
   My heart thumped so hard I thought it would explode.  Dinner passed
painfully slowly, with Sophie and me exchanging meaningful looks across the
dining room table.  I could barely wait for bed time.  Sophie excused
herself early saying she was tired and had an early start the following
day.
   Clearly she had told her mother her intentions because at around 9.30
Susie told me to go and say goodnight to our daughter.  As I rose and
walked towards the door, as excited as a teen on prom night, she said
   "I'll see you in the morning."
   Well, to cut a long story short, Sophie and I made love so softly and
sweetly that I actually cried afterwards.  We spent the night together and
the following night too until the next morning when we came down to
breakfast together, my wife reminded us that she was the woman I had
married and she did not want to sleep alone any longer.
   Both Sophie and I looked sheepish.
   Now we sleep together no more than once a week - twice at most.  Albert
the teddy bear signals Sophie's desire to see me or not like a loyal and
welcome friend.
   Sophie now has a new double bed to make this easier.
   She has had boyfriends - some she has even slept with, I'm sure.  She is
strong and confident sexually which seems to make the boys respect her.  I
don't feel jealous of them; after all, they can never have the relationship
I have with her.  Eventually, one of them will take her away from me and
I'm prepared for this...  well, sort of!
   And of course, as Susie says I must always remember which of them I'm
married to.
   I know it's not a normal happy family.  But we are a family and we are
happy.
   Is it really so wrong?
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