My growing desire for my Stepdaughter

I (38m) have really, really nasty fantasies about my girlfriend's daughter (P for our purposes). A girl that knows no dad but me and who nobody even thinks to refer to as anything but my daughter.

Just for clarity, I have always been posessed of a certain erotic view of females who have not yet reached the age where it is socially acceptable to think of them sexually. It is not an exclusive or consistent fantasy, but it exists within me.

That being said, I have been having the occasional fantasy about P since shortly after she was brought into my life. Not often. Just during certain times like when I was the one tasked with helping her wash her hair in the bath. I would look at what was showing and have desires until I could relieve the pressure and then it would go away again.

That was then. Now, she is rapidly approaching the point where it will be acceptable to think of her as a sexual being and, instead of something infrequent triggering my desire, it is my daughter's very developing physiology and personality that is, through no fault of hers, arousing to me.

In other words, my still sweet little girl is growing tits and hips to go along with the Shakira/JLO ass that she's always had and the primitive ape part of my brain has taken notice of it just as it is hard wired to do by genetic imperative.

Not that I could help noticing even without genetic imperative. Her usual public attire consists of the tightest pair of leggings she can squeeze her well shaped ass into and whatever tshirt, tank top or other garment that she thinks is cute. Most of which do little to hide a pair of tits. Even relatively new ones that are just getting going.

At home her manner of dress is quite a bit more revealing and focused on comfort. Usually, within minutes of getting home, the bra disappears and so does whatever shirt she was wearing. Most of the time, the shirt gets replaced by something thinner and more light weight. Usually the shirts she won't wear as outer layers because her bra shows through.

Apparently an outline of a brazier in public is embarrassing but, if you are at home, it is perfectly acceptable to display everything about your boobies besides the color of your nipples. And yes, she knows. Her mom tells her that her chi chis are showing and to go change. Anyway...

Similarly, the yoga pants get traded out for equally form fitting shorts. Ones short enough to offer the chance at a peek of some butt cheek if she isn't careful when she bends over are preferable, but in the event she can't find a pair that short, she just pulls them up as high as possible to compensate. A decision that regularly causes a display of her camel toe. Especially when she neglects (in her words "forgets") to wear panties. Yes, her shorts are thin and snug enough to tell whether she is or is not wearing underwear.

Now, it is likely that she probably doesn't completely realize the effect she can have on a man. However, I have reasons to believe that she is quickly figuring it out. For the most part, after she changes there is nothing much left to the story. But sometimes, when she is in a certain mood, she will come to wherever I am with the sole purpose of calling my attention to how short her shorts are. Usually she will stand a bit away and say something like, "Dad! Look how short these ones are getting on me," in a teasing tone while wiggling her ass in my direction. At that point I make the obligatory threat to throw away her shorts or to only buy her Amish dresses to wear and that is that.

The argument could be made that she is not aware of my true response and is only innocently seeking the response she does receive. Six or eight months ago I would have thought it likely. But something in the routine has changed. There's a subtle difference in tone and body language from her. It is an easy to dismiss change but, there are other things that stack with it. Some of which I will get into.

I am also not saying she should cover up for my benefit. She, and everyone, should be as comfortable and happy in their home as they can possibly be. If that meant P wanted to chill in a full suit of medieval armor, all I would want is for her to keep the clanking down. If she wanted to walk around in nothing but a smile, that's on her.

Admittedly, I have ulterior motives for saying that. I do rather enjoy what I see when I chance a glance and if she went around on full display, my only issue would be trying not to get a boner and hiding it when that failed. (Side note: i suddenly wish she still needed me at bathtime.) I also truly believe in the principle of what I just said. She, and everyone else, should be allowed to be comfortable in their own homes.

Her mother, on the other hand, does not feel the same way. She isn't a tyrant about it or anything. She just draws the line in a place that I don't. Like a week ago as of writing this. P was walking around in a white tank top that only obscured her chest and that was a road too far. Having some very prominent pokies on display is fine. Being one tablespoon of water shy of wet t-shirt contest is apparently not. What a shame.

Her mom being the enforcer of proper decorum may be the reason for the next thing that leads me to believe that my daughter is not entirely unaware of what she is doing. That is the fact that I have noticed a few differences in behavior when mom is and isn't home. Again, seemingly small things like coincidentally wearing the shirts and shorts that were previously vetoed only after mom has left for work. (She works nights and I work days.) Similarly, I have noticed a slight uptick in actions that I have decided to classify as substitute mom behavior. Actions that center mostly around me.

I should note that her and her mom get along amazingly. They are two peas in a pod and P emulates her regularly. What I'm trying to describe is that her emulation increases and centralizes on me when mom is gone. She probably tries harder to make sure I'm happy than her mom does to be honest.

Anyway, there is one more thing that leads to the last thing. The cuddles.

We are, by and large, a fairly physically expressive family. We hug, we sit close, both son and daughter still do not hesitate to pick a lap for a few minutes. Things like that. However, every now and then (and only when mom is working) I will suddenly aquire a cuddle buddy for an extended period of time. In some ways it is reminiscent of earlier years. But she is much more demanding of my attention during those times now than she was before. Quite often she will say and do things that have previously triggered some rough housing and tickle fights during those occasions. Obviously seeking the adrenaline and physical contact combo.

I could say more. A lot more. But I intended only to confess one thing and have done significantly more than that. So, for the last bit.

This morning, as of this writing, I was drinking coffee on the couch. Just scrolling and relaxing on a quiet Sunday morning after my girlfriend had gone off to bed.

P came downstairs and went about her breakfast business and all that. Nothing out of the ordinary. Doing her thing and talking at me.

I don't remember what exactly was said but, she said something that prompted some teasing which, in turn, she retaliated against by running over and jumping on me. After performing the world's least effective WWE finisher, she leaned back against me, reclining in my lap and lightly grabbed my wrist and kinda wrestle cuddled it. (Hard to explain but like, used horseplay as an excuse, I guess.) Still, usual.

Then, she did something she hasn't done since she started growing boobs. She deliberately and firmly placed my open palm on her chest and held it there.

I have pretty big hands. Big enough that, just like before, one of them fully open can still cover her entire chest and there is not room enough to avoid laying directly on top of both of her breasts. Her braless, thinly covered breasts with their hard puffy nipples that I could clearly feel poking into the palm and middle finger.

I had and have no idea why she did that. It could have been old habit. But then I ask why she continued to hold my hand there so firmly. There is no way she was ignorant of what she had placed my hand on. And yet, I can't say it was deliberate and she for sure wanted me to touch her in a naughty, sexual way. Without having a lead on her intention, I only knew that there were multiple ways to react in a disasterous manner.

If I went with my little heads opinion and acted like she wanted to explore being a little naughty, a little sexy, I could have participated in the groping and not had to be concerned with it being told to anyone that it occurred. If I did that and was wrong, it could be bad.

Another option would have been to pull my hand off quickly and firmly. However, whether it was a shy attempt at sexual exploration or a familiar, comforting, innocent move, that could and probably would be taken as rejection and be quite damaging to a girl in her current phase of life.

I managed to think and not react and moved my hand from off her breasts as casually as possible.

Could all of this be nothing sexual aside from wishful thinking and my perverted mind? Of course. But it certainly is starting to seem otherwise and I will be imaging it is otherwise when I jerk to thoughts of being kinky with my daughter later on tonight.

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