My Stepdaughter is a Woman now

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Jeri and I sat there, we heard Paula go into the bathroom, heard the water running as she brushed her teeth, the toilet flushed, and then her bedroom door closed. I sort of rolled off the sofas, and crawled the 5 feet over to where Jeri sat. I started rubbing her feet and calves, which she loves, and after a minute or so, I leaned in and kissed her on the inside of her knee. She gave no response, so after another minute or so, I kissed again, this time on the inside of the other knee. I felt her legs open ever so slightly, and took this as my cue to continue what I was doing, and began moving my kisses and rubbing further up her legs.

I would like to say it was earth-shattering or something, but it was pretty normal sex. I knew that I was way too excited, and would blow my load quickly, so I went down on Jeri until she came, then, with my forbidden thoughts firmly down the hall driving my lust, entered my wife as she was orgasming, and within 20 seconds, had also come, shooting my sperm deep inside her. We cleaned up and went to bed.

Blog entry #4 — December 13th

It had been a few days since the back rub “incident” and I had just finished finals.

“Hey Jeri!” I said to my wife on the phone. “Yes, just finished. I’m going to head out with Greg and Brad after they get off work and have a few to celebrate.”

I listened. “Sure, probably by 10PM or so. We’ll get dinner, I promise. You know I don’t like drinking and driving.”

I went out, and had a good time. I drove them both home, then headed home myself. I had had 5-6 beers, plus dinner , over about 4 hours. I certainly hadn’t overdone it, and came home happy, but not drunk.

Paula was laying on the sofa, watching some show on TV. To be honest, I don’t remember what it was, or even an inkling of what was going on. Young people, probably complaining about something. I don’t recall.. Jeri was nowhere to be found.

“Mom went to bed already. Said she had to work early or something,” Paula told me. “Sit down with me for awhile?” she asked.

“Scoot over!” I told her. “Or sit up!”

“No!”, she replied, but in a playful way. “You’ll have to move me yourself! I’m comfy.”

I looked at her laying on the sofa, and moved to where her feet were. I lifted them, sat down, and plopped them back down on my lap. She was wearing these very feminine baby doll shorts and top, like a camisole, but not super sexy. Just normal comfy clothes. The material was thin, though, so it hugged her every curve nicely. I just began to think that this was a bad idea, when she said, “Rub my feet like you did my shoulders the other day. Please?” She said, “please” in that “I always get my way when I do this voice” voice.

“Brat!” I said, even as I reached for her feet with both of my hands.

“You know you love it” she said in reply, smiling.

“Wow. You really ARE a brat!”

“Shut UP!” she giggled as I ran a finger over the bottom of her foot. Her body jerked a bit from the tickle, and I enjoyed watching her jiggle as she giggled.

I rubbed her feet for a good 5 to 10 minutes. I was in a good mood, we chatted about stuff, nothing big or serious. Just stuff. This was nice. Just a nice chat, a little cuddly, platonic contact. I had almost forgotten the physical reaction she had given me last time when I rubbed her shoulders, when her feet left my hands and lap, and a sofa pillow plopped right on my lap. Paula reached up, grabbed the afghan from the back of the sofa, and covered herself.

“It’s getting a bit chilly, she said. “Will you do my shoulders again?” she asked , this time not sitting in front of me, but turning around so that she was laying down on her stomach, with her head on the pillow now on my lap.

Her arms were tucked under her body and under the pillow. I could feel the back of her left hand supporting her head between the pillow and my upper thigh/hip area. Her right hand was face down, casually placed on my upper inner thigh. Not holding or gripping, but just lying there. She was on my right side, so I began to rub her back with that hand. My left hand sat on my other thigh. She let ouit a long sigh.

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