My step-daughter Marissa was old enough to move out of the house, but she still wasn’t feeling brave enough to do it.
I couldn’t blame her, but I think she felt a little guilty sticking around without paying rent and tried to compensate with small bribes–cooking my favorite dinner here, ironing my clothes there… While I appreciated her little guestures very much, none of them were necessary. I loved having that girl around no matter what she did or didn’t do.
Eventually she asked me for a “favor,” but I quickly got the feeling it was another one of her little bribes in disguise.
“Daddy, I got a little sunburned yesterday and it’s hurting pretty bad … can you help me take care of it real quick?” She was chilling in the living room with a long, baggy T-shirt on and a ponytail, looking so beautifully ordinary.
Normally I would admonish her for staying out in the sun too long and damaging her beautiful skin, but I let it go because her girl-next-door charm was starting to melt me. “Hold tight, I’ll go grab the lotion…”
I quickly found the post-sunburn care lotion in the bathroom cabinet, laced with aloe and other soothing ingredients. But when I came back with the stuff I was stunned…
She had cast her shirt off to the side and apparently was wearing only a pair of lacy turquoise panties underneath, and of course the dainty necklace I bought for her at the state fair years ago that she always put on when she wanted to get on my good side. She wore her bare, sun-reddened breasts so well that it left me breathless … they weren’t particularly big nor particularly small, just the perfect size and shape for her body and personality.
A picture to stimulate your imagination: [https://i.imgur.com/Wiy7L.jpg](https://i.imgur.com/Wiy7L.jpg)
Rather than make a big thing of it, I decided to proceed like everything was completely normal. After all, father-daughter relationships are supposed to be intimate–as long as things don’t cross the line into the sexual, of course, and nudity didn’t have to be a sexual thing. Plus, if I could make this our new normal, maybe I would get to see her in this intimate state more often…. The thought of potentially glimpsing her nakedness on a regular basis brought me a wave of excitement, and showing embarrassment or awkwardness would only prevent it from happening in the future.
“Go ahead and lay on the couch, babygirl. This will make you feel better right away, and it’ll make you heal quicker.” I smiled and she smiled back with thankful eyes, laying herself on the couch with her breasts facing the ceiling and arm hanging off the edge. I knelt beside the couch and started with her arm, gently rubbing the cool, refreshing lotion into her skin and massaging her muscles.
I must say, this was far from the worst sunburn I’d ever seen, so clearly she was exaggerating about the “hurting pretty bad” thing. I guess she just wanted an excuse to spend some quality time with me, and I thought that was simply the cutest thing….
“Feels really good,” she whispered. I don’t know why we both started speaking quietly at that point, it just felt right. You could hear a pin drop in the room–everything was out of focus except for her.
By now I had made it to her shoulders, neck, and upper chest above the breasts. I was taking care not to miss a spot, but I couldn’t get myself to put my hands on her actual breasts. That was sacred space to a woman and I didn’t want to make it weird, so I skipped them and moved on to her belly.
Marissa’s face turned a little downcast. “Daddy, you can probably tell but … I wasn’t wearing anything when I went sunbathing yesterday, so … everything got burned. Like, literally everything. My nipples feel like they’re on fire … ugh …. I’m sorry you have to see all that.”
I took that as tacit permission to work on her more intimate places, which made me a little nervous, but I tried not to show it. “Darling, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a nipple or two before, so I’m not too traumatized,” I told her with a wink. She grinned, pecked me on the cheek, and laid her head back down in patient waiting.
And then I went for it. I lovingly rubbed the lotion into her soft, supple breasts and took my sweet time doing it. It put my heart in a frenzy, but my demeanor was cool and calm.
My strong hands caressing her soft body made her nipples stiffen and goosebumps raise on her skin. As she bit her lip I could tell that she was trying to hold in her pleasure so this didn’t become an out-and-out sexual thing. If that line were to be crossed, it could not be uncrossed, and we both knew it.
I spent a little extra time on the nipples, but very gently, knowing they were extra sensitive to pain from the burn. I kneaded the lotion into them with small, circular motions. “That hurt, baby?”
“No, keep going … I think you need to rub it in good so it, you know, rejuvenates the cells and stuff….”
I took the hint and kept going until she was satisfied the stuff was “working,” and then I looked down at her panties with trepidation. “Let me guess, you got yourself scorched down there, too…”
Her already red cheeks turned redder. “Just a little, yeah …”
“Don’t worry about it, babygirl, I think I can handle the job.” I put my fingers between the waistband of her panties and her hip bone and locked eyes with her, waiting for any last minute objections before I pulled down, but none came–she just stared into my soul with hungry eyes and fidgety lips. We were speaking a subtle, wordless language to each other, but I received the message loud and clear.
I slowly peeled off my step-daughter’s underwear and admired her naked womanhood. It was very recently shaven, and yes, a little red from her nude sunbathing escapades … and it was so beautiful to me, even though it was slightly asymmetrical. I just thought that added to her uniqueness, and it felt amazing to discover her most hidden features for the first time–which also included a cute little mole on her pubic region that I couldn’t help but adore.
What followed was one of the most intense moments of my life, inwardly speaking, but outwardly we maintained the calm pretense that nothing at all sexual was going on here–just a step-father doing what he has to do to take care of his little girl.
I got up onto the couch to get better access, her legs splayed out in front of me, and I started rubbing her thighs with lotion. I knew she would get a lot of tingly pleasure sensations if I gave extra attention to her soft inner thighs, so dangerously close to her naked butt and her exposed, sensitive girl parts. I wanted to touch and feel those girl parts so bad, but I couldn’t get the nerve just yet.
I knew the pleasure was really kicking in for her because her legs were getting jittery. She smirked at me as an unspoken thank you.
“Get on your belly, we’re almost done,” I told her. She did so unquestioningly.
A sensuous back rub very quickly turned into something more. I massaged her naked butt with loving tenderness and deep appreciation for the beauty of it. As I did so she started to arch her butt in the air a little like a cat getting scratched. Her glutes tensed up, opening up like a butterfly and revealing her girl parts more than ever. My hands ventured closer to them, traveling further and further down her butt crack, until I reached her soft and sensitive anus. I gave it more than its fair share of lotion and attention, leaving it even softer than before, and then took care of her perineum.
“Starting to feel better?” I asked.
“You have no idea,” she sighed happily.
She couldn’t see me smiling, but I certainly was. It was a bonding experience like none I’d ever experienced in my life, and I’d never felt closer to her.
At this point I decided to finish the job, rubbing her lovely girl parts thoroughly and even treating the inner folds that haven’t seen so much as a glimmer of sun, just for good measure. I knew from her excited breathing that she didn’t mind a bit. This went on for a small eternity that we will both remember forever.
“All done,” I finally whispered in her ear.
And with that, all her muscles went limp. She caught her breath and squirmed her way back onto her back, her newly moisturized body gleaming and one leg hanging lazily off the edge of the couch. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” she asked as she wiped her sweaty palms on the couch.
“It’s definitely not just you,” I said, resting my hand innocently on her knee which was now across my lap as I sat there. “No point in putting your clothes back on for the night … it’ll just chafe against your sunburn and–” I looked at the smart thermostat on my phone–“jeez, it’s almost 60 degrees ^((Fahrenheit)) in here! Absolutely sweltering….”
She gave me a knowing little smile, and that was that.
You were probably expecting this little escapade to turn into a hardcore porno like every other erotic story, complete with screaming and penetration and all the rest, but that’s not how it happened and honestly I wouldn’t change a thing. Our relationship was in a special place both innocent and intimate at the same time, always dancing on that dangerous, thrilling edge but never falling off.
Whenever we did something intimate together, we always had a cover story. Not so much for others, but for ourselves. I would never give my own step-daughter an erotic massage no matter how much she begged for it, but I would do anything to ease her pain.
FIN
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