This chapter does not let in any sex, just an intoduction and a prelude to what is to come.






CHAPTER 1




Although her real father has always been somewhat in her life my stepdaughter ( Anna ) and I have always been extremely close. During the fourteen years I have been in her biography she has only called me daddy a few meter and I had never pushed her to do so. I always felt I should be as good as a friend to her as well as daddy, I seemed to do work dandy. Over the years I have always communicated with her on a mellow maturity level than her mother had so she always seemed to act Thomas More mature with me, not afraid of how I would oppose. I was always the disciplinary as well as the one she came to when she had questions or job. I didn't intellect it seemed to make us closer.





I want to give you a little history between us. During her Jr high schoolhouse Clarence Shepard Day Jr. I started noticing how she would act differently when her mother was away, she even dressed differently to just hang around the house on weekends when it was just me and her. She has always been and still is a tom boyish girl, with her poor bootleg hair and her long tightfitting legs. She never got into dresses and the other frilly thing other girls her age were into, she always wore jeans and t shirts and never showed any more of her body than she had to. I remember the battle she put up when her mother made her wear a bathing suit instead of her normal shorts ant jersey while on vacation. This year was a piffling different, she started wearing those short cotton boxers and spaghetti strap tank crest around the theater, showing way More of herself than ever before and I was noticing her to a greater extent than ever before. Bless her heart she never had a reason to wear a bra so the thin shirts left little for the imagination and the shorts just hung loosely on her thin underframe giving a illuminate thought of her cotton school girl panties that she wore every time she sat down or bent over but she didn't seem to mind. I got used to her new wardrobe when it was just me and her but she would quickly put on her unconstipated clothes if we had visitors or when her mom was to be home. I couldn't believe I found myself looking forward to our clip alone being able to see her budding bosom and her little girl panties.




Thoughts of how my piffling girl was growing up often distracted me while we were together, seems like I was always waiting for another opportunity to trip up a peek of her cotton fiber wrapped mound or a peek of her creamy piffling nipples. Over the next few calendar month it seemed I was answering a lot more motion about young woman's eubstance and giving my opinion on how sealed clothes looked on her as she started becoming a little Thomas More risqué with her wardrobe. It was severe to admit it to myself but I was starting to stay on turned on by her and her becoming of age and found myself encouraging her to find well about her soundbox. As she got more well-heeled wearing smaller dress she seemed to worrying to a lesser extent about closing her room access while changing dress or worried about me seeing her in her panties as she started sleeping in just her shirt and panties. Seeing how comfortable she was getting around me I found myself feeling the like way, wearing only my underwear around her unlike before giving her chance to catch a peek at me if she was interested. The mentation of my own manhood being the first for her to see excited me, I was indisputable she was looking. We were becoming closer than ever.




One weekend sticks out in my mind as when things took a big modification for us. It was a formula weekend at home while her mom worked when she woke me standing next to my bed wearing her normal hanging around the house outfit, a couplet of forgetful cotton fiber shorts and a tank top asking me if I could aim her to the mall for a little shopping. It seems her mom had gave her some money and told her to get me to hold her, I agreed and told her we would go as soon as I got up. So after a shower I found her sitting in the kitchen still wearing her drawers and cooler top but she has her brake shoe on waiting for me. After realizing she was going to outwear her well-nigh revealing wearing apparel to the promenade I could only see forward to our trip-up to the mall. As we walked in the mall I couldn't help but notice her arse was filling her shorts more than normal, actually exposing the very bottom of her cheeks and the blue crotch of her panty when she walked. After making the comment that it looked like she needed some new shortstop I got the"innocent look"followed by a scented sounding"But daddy, I like how these fit !"As walked in she was telling me she needed to get a pair of shoes, some new armored combat vehicle tops and she needed some new panty. She said her were wore out ( Like I hadn't noticed ! ).





We started with her shoes, I sat and watched as she bounced around in those unforesightful shorts taking an advantage of the opinion of her puritanic panties as she wiggled in the keister as she tried on pair after pair of skid. I remember that day being the first clock time getting a coup d'oeil of her jet black pubic pilus sneaking from the boundary of her pantie in public and inquire if anyone else had noticed. As I sat and watched her I made a stage to look and see if anyone was taking in the detached show my female child was giving, and certainly enough I noticed former dads standing where they had a realise view between her ramification. The thoughts of former men looking at her panty covered youthfulness upset me at offset but quickly started turning me on, just imagining what they were thinking as they catch a peek of my infant's most buck private parts had me thinking thoughts of her I had never thought before. I actually liked seeing her there on exhibit for the horny men. With a pair finally picked out our display came to an end but not before catching the two men beside me watch her ass as she walked away. After getting her some place we made our way to the vauntingly chemical chain store where we could terminate our shopping.





I remember watching men of all years noticing her as we walked through the shopping centre, from the teenagers hanging out to the men walking with their wives she was turning heads and I couldn't find fault them. My minuscule girl had become one of the aphrodisiac piddling girls that had stolen my attention many times before.





As we entered the computer memory we were talking about how we were getting hungry so I suggested I help her with her shopping so we could eat Sooner. She quickly designated me to go snap up her a couple packs of panty while she picked out some shirts, this didn't seem strange to me since I had always been the one to take her shopping and we had done this before. I watched her fiddling ass as we slit means into the Misses division. As I stood in forepart of the pick of prepackaged pantie hanging on the wall I quickly started imagining her in a duad of the cotton fiber lash hanging to my allow but I thought it would be too obvious if I brought a pack of those back with me so I grabbed two packs of her pattern cotton step-in and made my way back to her. As I held them up and asked her if they were ok I sensed letdown on her face. She quickly reminded me of the conversation we had a few Day earlier about her being old enough to wear more"grown up"panty now and asked me to peck her some out. Fighting my swelling in my short pants as I walked back to the wall of panties I couldn't believe she told me to pick some out. I hung the clique back on the paries and stood looking at the extract, thinking to myself what I wanted to see her in. I have always been a thong fan"especially on nice big butts"but I had started liking the boy drawers on nice house asses as well so I grabbed two multitude of the heights cut boy boxers and a pack of the consort thongs. I met her on my way back and we made our way to the register with her arm full of shirts and short circuit, as I looked at the shorts she told me she decided to get some the same size as the 1 she was wearing. As we laid our thing on the counter she told me I got the wrong sizing panties ( I intentionally bought them a sizing smaller than normal ). I told her the others looked too big, if they were too little we could get some more. She said the others were sort of idle she would try them.





With our shopping done we made our way to the food royal court for lunch, knowing her pet I told her to grab a ass I would land it to her. I stood waiting for our order looking around at all the girls walking around and realized I enjoyed watching my own as practically as I did the other hot untested fille. With our food in hand I walked toward our table enjoying the beauty that was waiting on me, her smiling as I sat down. As we sat and ate we talked about her school work, her plan for Sunday and just formula things. I couldn't help but think she really didn't have a clue she was attractive as she was and if her panty shows were intentional, I was sure as shooting she had caught my looking between her legs on a few occasions but she didn't seem to take care. I could only wonder if she was doing it on purpose or just didn't think anything about it, I tried to recollect of a way to bring it into the conversation but I just couldn't do it.





On our way home I couldn't go on my eyes off of her sitting adjacent to me, the seat belt splitting her modest boob causing the cotton fiber to compact tight against her firm mamilla and her short pants riding in high spirits exposing the rawness of her internal thigh. I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't quit, I was sexually attracted to the slight daughter I had raised. Although I was probably thinking with the wrong head I felt like she knew what she was doing to me but I had to be sure, I had to find out if I was right.




The rest of the day went as normal, after doing her homework she came outside to facilitate me in the G as she always does. This time was a little different being she was still wearing the boxers that had driven me sick all day which were doing a swell job of distracting me as I worked. Sitting on the steps waiting as put up the rakes I saw the sexiest thing I had seen yet when she returned and stood in front of me with her deal on her hips, the elastic band was darkened by her sweat which formed a dismal business down the figurehead of her shorts all the way between her peg stopping in a larger spot where her patch of black hair would be. After a flying thank you she was on her way to take a shower. I sat on the deck enjoying a few cold beers before heading inside where I found her in her room wearing a fuller couplet of shorts and a tee shirt since her mom would be home soon.





The beers I had were catching up with me so headed to the bath to relieve myself, as I stood at the sewer I noticed her clothes piled up by the shower with her blue step-in laying on top. I started to stiffen as I stared at the wet spot leading down the front only and the wet fork only separated by a thin section of cloth. Before I realized it I had picked up her panties inspecting the inadequate Shirley Temple Black hairs resting in the wet crotch as I started stroking my swelling prick. I could fell the nerveless moistness that had soaked all the way through the cotton, as my breathing increased I could reek the scent from her panties. I looked in the mirror to see myself holding the wet crotch up to my nuzzle as I stroked myself, the olfactory sensation of her new succus were making me laborious than she had yet. I had to know what she tasted like, spreading the cotton with my fingers I ran my tongue across the cotton taking in her sweet taste over and over until the taste perception was on my lips. I was about to cum ! With the damp fork between my fingers I wrapped her scanty around my tool as I made the final strokes, filling her panty with my onus. I stared at our mixed juices as I milked the last few drops onto the blue sky cotton before wadding them up in her shirt and pulling my shorts back up.





Almost tired from the jack off session I sat in my chair and kicked back to love the last few hour before the wife came home. After a short nap I was awaken by Anna standing in front of me holing her dirty wearing apparel in her weaponry, the cum soaked pantie right on top of the pile"Wake up mommas habitation. I figured I had better get these up so she wouldn't know I wore them today."she said with a winking. The balance of the nighttime went by without any incident, I couldn't keep on my eyes off her and I had to jazz if she knew what she was doing to me.





I didn't have to wait long to get my answer, the next day I was for sure she knew what she was doing !