Movie Night (Full Version)

As we all got up and headed toward bed, she came to give me her typical hug goodnight but as she leaned in I felt her lightly nibble on my earlobe whispering a breathy "thanks." Slightly startled, I realized that our position had blocked this from the view of the rest of the family and would have appeared nothing more than a hug to everyone else.

That night was, indeed, a restless one. Thoughts flooded my head of the intense feeling of my step-daughter's hand wrapped around my dick, milking it along with the wonderful feeling of her nubile breast in my hand. Despite the fact that I hadn't actually seen her topless since before she hit puberty, visions of how her breasts looked based on the feelings of her hard nipple and surrounding areola kept me both hard and constantly stirring all night long. When I finally gave in and got out of bed in the morning, I was quite groggy from lack of sleep and was unsure of how to deal with my step-daughter for the weekend.

As I padded down to the kitchen for breakfast, I found the rest of the family already downstairs looking at me as I entered. Concern that the goings on of last night had been discovered were washed away only after one of my sons commented that I looked horrible and asked if the movie, which had been one of these "mess with your head" ones had given me nightmares last night. I merely grumbled something in my stupor, apparently giving the impression that it had.

My step-daughter was acting as if nothing had happened and there was a small part of me that wondered if I had imagined the entire thing. The rest of the weekend as well as the next one passed without incident and almost reinforced that notion. The next week, however, would prove to me that I wasn't crazy.

Once again, our family movie night came around and my step-daughter came down in a long nightshirt to watch. Not that you could really see anything, but it didn't appear as if she was wearing a bra underneath judging by the outline of her nipples against the thin cotton fabric. As usual, she decided to snuggle up on the couch with me and it wasn't long before I felt the slight tickle of her hand against me, lightly massaging my dick through my pants.

Once again I felt her pull my arm up toward her chest and, when she stopped, was able to confirm her that she was braless since she left me cupping her breast through the shirt. One thing that I remember as odd though was that usually when she would pull my arm tight like that she would also press her body close to mine, almost like it gave her a sense of security. This time a slight gap remained between us with the only real contact being that of the hand that had remained near my crotch the entire time.

A short moment later I found out why she had left that slight gap. Without any preface at all she slid her hand right into my pants and took gentle hold of my dick. Despite what had previously happened, I stiffened up in shock at her boldness but my rapidly hardening cock was giving away how much my body enjoyed her touch. I think that my real surprise was how quickly this had occurred...we were only about fifteen minutes into the movie.

Even though I was only feeling her breast through the nightshirt, I could tell that her nipples were as hard as my cock was as she began to milk me like she had a few weeks before. This slowly turned into her actually stroking my dick in my pants. My precum was flowing and occasionally she would stop to spread it around the head a little. I found myself instinctively fondling her breast and even giving her hard nipple a little rub now and then but didn't make any motion to bare her chest to my touch.

We had been going on like this for a while and both of our breathing was a little bit shallow when things progressed even further. Apparently, my step-daughter didn't like the feeling of my waistband against her wrist or maybe she felt like she just didn't have enough room inside my pants. To be honest, I never asked why when she stopped her stroking, pushing the waistband down a little and pulling my hard cock completely out of my pants. She continued to stroke me for a while, only stopping to smear my precum around or play with my balls a little.

All of a sudden she stopped stroking and let go of me completely. I was wondering if I had done something wrong or somehow offended her. My next thought was that we had been caught but a quick glance around the room confirmed that everyone's eyes were glued to the movie that we were watching and seemed oblivious to what had just been happening on the couch only feet away.

I didn't have much time for these thoughts before I realized that my step-daughter had other plans. She had pulled the hand that had been stroking me in front of her and was starting to scoot back toward me. I couldn't tell because of the blanket, but it appeared that she had her legs slightly open even though she was lying on her side. My next thought was actually one of fear. "No, she didn't actually intend to..." My thought was cut off as I felt her hand back around my dick, guiding me between her legs. As much as I enjoyed the feelings that she gave me, I was about to stop her because I was definitely mentally unprepared to fuck her when the head of my dick made contact...with panties. Whew!

She had kept panties on after all and at least for now it appeared that she didn't have penetration on her agenda either. I felt her position me between her thighs against her pussy, with nothing but the thin layer of her panties between us. She started a slow movement of her hips that rubbed my dick against her clothed pussy, slowly stroking along. This felt wonderful, especially combined with the slight pressure that her thighs were exerting on my shaft. I could tell that it was affecting her as well from the way that her breathing had gotten very shallow and breathy.

I couldn't be entirely sure if it was just my precum, but as she continued her movement on my dick, it seemed that her panties were getting wet. Where I had previously felt myself sliding over the thin material between us, it now felt like I was sticking to it a bit more. I had begun to push back ever so slightly and could feel cool air on the tip of my dick as it became exposed in front of her on each thrust. I was a little worried that we would be obvious to everyone in the room but as I glanced down, I could barely see any movement of the blanket at all and figured that the darkness of the room would hide that.

The feeling and thought of her bare thighs wrapped around my dick had me ready to explode. This was even more so when she would occasionally reach down as the tip poked out the front and rub the precum around the head before resuming her gentle movement. The first time that she did this seemed a little apprehensive but after that, she seemed to have no reservation at all.

My emotions were in turmoil, conflicted between how great it felt and the thought that this was my eighteen year old step-daughter that I had raised most of her life and had always thought of as rather innocent. I began to wonder what else she had done with other boys her age and, for the first time I assumed that she had become sexually active with her boyfriends.

This went on for the rest of the movie and it was probably a miracle that I didn't cum all over her thighs. As the movie came to a close, she reached down and gave the head of my dick another rub until the precum had been completely absorbed into my skin. As she did so, she pressed the shaft more firmly into her crotch and continued the slight motion of her hips until I felt a slight shudder. Looking down, I could see that she was biting her lower lip and I realized that she had just had a mini orgasm using my dick to get her off. After that, she released me from between her thighs and reached back to tuck me back into my pants just as the credits were starting to roll.

When she got up from the couch, two things happened. The first was that she leaned in while I was still lying down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. It caught me off guard, but I remember that they were moist and slightly sweet. I almost missed her whisper "save it" to me as her lips left mine. The second thing was when she stood up, I could see her body profiled against the light of the TV and could easily see that both of her nipples were rock hard and were clearly outlined against her nightshirt. I found myself excited at the image but at the same time worried that everyone else would notice and wonder what was going on.

That night was another restless one for me. My mind was racing and I couldn't believe what had just happened. I also couldn't help but wonder what she had meant when she told me to save it. I presumed that she meant that she didn't want me to cum, but my real curiosity was wondering what she had planned. It was to these thoughts that I finally drifted to sleep both excited and scared of the prospect.

The next morning I awoke to find the room empty and judging by the sounds coming from downstairs, I was the last one to get up. Not feeling ready to face the world I decided to take a nice long shower. After the shower, I had just finished shaving and was at the sink with a towel wrapped around my waist when I heard the door to the bathroom open. Expecting my wife, I turned to give her a good morning kiss and was greeted instead by the sight of my step-daughter walking in, already dressed in tight jeans and a loose cowl sweater.

"Honey, what are you doing...what about your mother, or your brothers?" I sputtered.

"Mom had to take the boys shopping for new sneakers" she replied which I knew meant that they would be gone for a couple of hours or more.

"Well, I need to get dressed," I stated.

Seemingly ignoring my last comment or the fact that I was standing there in just a towel, she just kept on going as if this was entirely normal. "Dad, I need your help with something."

"I'll be down in a few minutes sweetie," I replied.

Again, she merely continued as she took another step toward me. "I've never seen a man's penis before."

"But you took sex ed a few years ago, not to mention your bio class," I commented.

She quickly answered "that was different...I mean, I've never seen one hard before."

"What about your boyfriends?" I stated, remembering my assumption from last night.

"No!" was her curt reply.

"Well, I'm sure that we can find some pictures online easily enough."

She kind of gave me that typical look of disgust that teens often give parents. "Dad...it's not the same...I want to see a real one."

"But, honey..."

She didn't wait for me to say anything more and apparently felt that the conversation was over because she quickly closed the few feet between us and simply took the towel off of me, tossing it behind her on the floor.

There I was, standing completely naked less than a foot in front of my fully clothed step-daughter.

Up until then I had been completely limp but standing there like that was a bit arousing and caused me to develop a slight chub.

In the meantime, my step-daughter was merely standing there looking at it like I was some sort of science project. "Well, that won't do..." she muttered under her breath and reached out to take a hold of my member.

This, of course, caused even more swelling but I still wasn't even close to having a full blown hard on which was apparently what she wanted. She began to stroke my dick back and forth, feeling it grow in her hand with every stroke. After only a few minutes of this, she had aroused me to such complete hardness that I could feel my dick throbbing with each pulse of my heartbeat.

She then dropped down to a squat, putting my dick at eye level to her and continued her inspection. She kept it in her hand the entire time, moving it around to view from different angles, and giving it an occasional stroke to maintain the hardness. This seemed to last forever but in reality was probably only a few minutes before she finally let go. When she removed her hand, it sprung down and nearly hit her in the nose, startling her slightly. Recovering quickly, she reached up to check out my balls. She squeezed one a bit hard and elicited a gasp from me that finally snapped her out of her concentration. Until now it was almost as if I didn't exist and was simply a piece of meat that she was looking at.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" she asked.

I replied, "yes, sweetie. You need to be gentle with them. They can be very sensitive."

As she continued to examine my balls, she was, indeed, more careful and caused no further pain. "Dad," she started, "there's one more thing..."

"More," I thought.

"I really want to see you cum," she continued. "That's why I asked you to save it last night."

That's when it hit me. She knew last night that her mother and brothers would be gone this morning and planned this whole thing out. I couldn't believe what was going on but was beginning to feel quite manipulated.

She didn't even wait for a response before she resumed stroking me. I'm not sure if she simply assumed that I would say it was alright or if she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Either way, there she was, still squatting in front of me looking straight at my hard dick inches away while she gave me a hand job. It felt good but her technique was pretty bad so I could tell that it would take a long time if I didn't do something.

"Honey, you need to use more pressure...not too hard...put your thumb here...there, like that," I continuously directed as she adapted her form.

"Hmmm, thanks," she replied as she worked on her form while watching my cock intently the entire time.

Precum was starting to ooze from the tip a little and she took the opportunity to smear it around the head. I was pretty sensitive at this point and let out a soft moan at the change in sensation. She continued the hand job until I was dripping almost constantly. My breathing had gotten shallow and I had to hold onto the countertop to help keep my balance. As I leaned back, eyes closed, I felt sudden warmth at my crotch. I quickly looked down just in time to see that she had let the precum to build up on the head of my dick a bit and reached out her tongue to lick it off.

She felt my change in position and looked up right after, making solid eye contact. Seeing the look on my face, which I can only imagine was one of incredulity, she said very matter-of-factly "I just wanted to see what it tasted like."

I was definitely overwhelmed with shock and utter disbelief but damn did it feel good. I could tell that I wouldn't last too much longer if she kept this up and warned her so.

"Can you tell when it will actually come out," she asked.

"Right before, yes," I told her.

"Cool, please tell me when," she remarked.

I had no idea what she intended to do as she continued stroking me, giving another quick lick at the precum built up and then increasing her tempo.

It took only a few more minutes before I had to warn her, "get ready, I'm close."

She shifted my dick to the side a bit as she moved a little in the opposite direction, sped up a little more, and was staring intently at my dick anxiously awaiting my ejaculation.

With a groan, I finally erupted, sending thick jets of cum flying through the air onto the floor right next to her. As my orgasm subsided, I looked down to see a look of astonishment on her face that turned into a smile. At that she simply stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom saying "thanks Dad" over her shoulder as she left.

Once again, I found myself struggling with the thoughts in my head and what to do about the situation that had been developing between my step-daughter and me. After Saturday's ambush and subsequent hand job the rest of the weekend and following week seemed to go right back to normal. The things revealed on Saturday told me that despite being an eighteen year old young woman, my step-daughter had not had much experience with sex. Had the build-up of the last few months really been just a curiosity that she needed fulfilled? With things around the house seeming "normal" was that curiosity over? Did I need to say or do anything? So many questions abounded but as I had been apt to do so far, I didn't confront them but merely let the cards fall where they may.

Friday quickly came around and movie night was upon us. I was still divided since I had enjoyed the feelings that she gave me but ultimately, I think that I hoped it was over. She came down in a long nightshirt that was styled like an oversized men's dress shirt. It was white, but since it had been made to be a nightshirt, was made of a very thick material so I couldn't tell what, if anything, she had on under it.

"Wait a minute. Was I actually wondering about that," I thought to myself; "I thought that I wanted this to be over and done with." Once again I found myself plagued by my conflicted emotions.

As I mentioned a while ago, the fact that she came down in a nightshirt really couldn't be read into. This was pretty much a norm in the house and a gross majority of people would not even consider the way she looked as indecent for a family setting.

She climbed under a blanket with me as usual and we began watching the movie. After 30 minutes of watching with absolutely nothing having happened I began to think that I was in the clear. During the previous week's movie night it had taken only about 5 minutes before she was touching me and less than 15 before she had my dick in her hand. I guessed that her curiosity had been fulfilled but if that was really the case would I still be writing about it. I guess not.

Another reason that I thought that we were back to normal was that she had left the blanket down low instead of covering herself all the way up to her neck. With it only pulled up to her ribs it would have been obvious to everyone if she had tried to bring my hand up to her breasts as had been recently occurring with frequency. Suddenly, she made a loud proclamation of disgust and sat up a bit while muttering about having dropped popcorn down her nightshirt. For a moment everyone's attention was drawn to her as she attempted to fish out the popcorn. Apparently having no luck, she undid a few of the buttons at the top of the shirt to gain better access to reach the offending piece of food. Even as she continued her ministrations, attention was drawn back to the movie and the event was quickly forgotten as she settled back down.

I really didn't give it much more thought until a few minutes later. I happened to glance down and noticed that the buttons of her shirt were still undone. The way that she was laying was exposing most of her breasts to my view but was probably completely unseen if anyone else in the room had bothered to look over. At first, I averted my eyes but then I thought about how I had previously imagined that they might look based on the feel of them in my hand. Even in the room's darkness I was able to make out that I was looking at an exquisite pair of breasts. I could clearly see her areola but my view stopped just short of her actual nipple. In the darkness I could not discern the actual color of her areola but could tell that they contrasted nicely with the color of her breasts and were clearly outlined as perfect circles surrounding the nipple. I estimated them to be slightly larger than a quarter and found myself entranced by their beauty.

A realization hit me that despite everything that had happened over the past few months, this was the first time that I had seen anything more of her than a parent normally would. She had seen me completely naked, played with my cock on a number of occasions, and had even made me ejaculate but I hadn't seen anything and had only held her breast in my hand a few times. I tried to dismiss it, but for the first time I truly felt a longing desire to see more of her nubile body. I was, however, able to curb these thoughts, trying to believe that things had seemed to return to normal and I was not going to change that. I told myself that my step-daughter had merely been curious and had used me, probably so that she would not feel embarrassed in front of some guy that she wanted to do things with.