I Crossed A Line With My Step-Father On Father’s Day [TM]

I debated for a week whether to write this story or not seeing as it is a very private and controversial thing even to someone like me who has seen and been through so many sexual situations in my short life! But I think someone out there might read this and could also have had similar thoughts and stuff so I’m gonna write it!

Like maybe a month ago, I posted on r/dirtyconfessions talking about how I was fairly certain my “Ex” Step-Father (let’s call him Bill) was flirting with me. He had been asking me to move back in with him and commenting a lot on my pics on Facebook. There was also a moment when I felt like he was trying to kiss me. After an open life online like all us millennials do (;P), from posting on Reddit and Tinder and Grindr and stuff, I would like to think I can like read the signs of when a man desires me.

This led to a really weird couple of weeks for me. As I said in the post, when I was like 7, my birth Mother divorced and then married Bill. I never liked my real Father and he always considered me a disgrace when I was a boy. My Mother was really bad to me too. I was an embarrassment to her as well. But Bill was this totally sweetheart and attractive White gentleman who towered over me. I really liked him from the moment I first met him. That totally could be because my Asian parents were so horrible and Bill was really my first favorite adult and he also happened to be my first real exposure to a Caucasian man. I thought he was so handsome which really might have been a starting point for me in realizing I didn’t like girls in grade school. I mean how messed up is it for a 7 year old boy to think his new Step-Father was handsome. That’s how messed up my life was starting at an early age lol.

Anyway back to the present, after chatting with a few of you guys here and some of my kik friends/fans, idk I just came to the conclusion that like we are two consenting adults with no blood relation. He technically hasn’t even been my Step-Father for like years now. My Mother divorced him years ago and left me with him and his two sons. If he likes me and I liked him then let’s see where this goes just like I do with any guy I hook up with.

So yea it just happened that Father’s Day came up when I was running these thoughts in my mind. I flew back to Cali to spend the weekend with him. My two step-brothers who are both slightly younger than me weren’t going back home to visit Bill so I was the only good child lol.

Even before going I felt a little weirded out that I was packing “sexy” lingerie and swimsuits like I would for a Vegas trip. Strangely I was also excited at the idea of Bill seeing me in them. I mean he totally has seen me in swimsuits over the years and I never thought anything of it. But this time maybe it was because of all those potential sexual vibes I was thinking about, I got really shy about it.

So I flew back to Cali and it was hot hot hot! Like always I had a crop top baby tee on and ripped denim jean shorts. Cali girl vibe for life :3

Bill picked me up from the airport and he complimented me saying something like “You’re getting way too sexy. I’m going to need to do something about all the young boys chasing you or else I’m not going to get a chance…. to see you!” He had been texting me stuff like that for a few weeks. Like little cautious flirts to feel me out and see how I took them. I thought it was cute. Bill was never too good at flirting I think. He never really got serious with another woman after divorcing my Mother. Not that no woman would want him. He would just see one once or twice and boom, no more. I always wondered why he never settled down again.

We got to his house, I changed to a little casual sundress and we went out to dinner the night before Father’s Day. It was nice to chat and everything really seemed normal. He was the same confident sweet man I had my first crush on as a kid.

When we got back home, he asked if I would like some wine and we started drinking a couple glasses. At around like 11 he said it was still so hot and asked if I wanted to jump into the hot tub in the backyard. I had thought about this beforehand and that’s why I packed my bikini. Bill has a really nice house with a pool and jacuzzi that he absolutely loves. And you always pack a bikini when in Cali ;)

I agreed and went upstairs to change to meet in the tub in 10 minutes. The bikini I brought with me was a sexy string bikini of the American Flag that I had bought at Target a couple of weeks before lol. Yes I am a sucker for product placement and Target puts them RIGHT AT THE VERY ENTRANCE. They get me every time. By this time my throat was dry, my face was a little red from the wine and I was totally nervous.

I tied my hair into a tight ponytail and made my way downstairs and out to the backyard patio where Bill was already seated inside the tub, shirtless. He had gained a little weight since I last saw him shirtless like years ago. He totally used to have a six-pack with broad shoulders and a well defined chest. But now he has a bit of a dad belly, probably from all the beers he can drink. He wasn’t the charming Caucasian prince I remembered but I still felt my heart pounding as if I was entering a hot tub with Channing Tatum…

I inched closer to the tub noticably acting shy. Bill definitely could sense I was a little off. We hadn’t hit the beach or swam together for a couple of years.

“Aly come here.” he said motioning for me to come directly at him.

“You haven’t sat on my lap in ages. Come on.. for Father’s Day?” He said slyly with a wink.

I hesitated slightly but got into the tub anyway and slowly glided my way towards his lap.

“Irvin and Dallas never sat on your lap. It was only me if I remember correctly.” I reminded him.

“That’s because you’ll always be Daddy’s little girl.” Bill said smoothly as he reached for my waist and guided me to rest my butt onto his left leg. Here I was now an adult woman sitting on a 54 year old man’s leg where I used to sit on as a little boy.

“But I was still a boy.” I said with a sarcastic laugh.

His face inches from mine and our bodies almost bare, this was quite steamy both literally and figuratively. My heart was pounding.

I sat there on his lap sipping wine reminiscing about my transition during my all too recent teen years. He brought up how he always knew I was meant to be a girl from the first time he met me. Bill was always supportive of me even when I was in the closet. He was the one who encouraged me to go through HRT and therapy early on after my Mother left me calling me a fag lol.

He bought me my first bra, paid for my HRT and also offered to pay for breast implants not too long ago. He’s always been way too supportive of me. I think that’s why Irvin and Dallas resented me a little. Like they didn’t really know how to deal with me. An Asian older brother suddenly gets dropped at their door steps after their Father re-marries a non-english speaking whore (my Mom). That said Asian brother is super different than them and they can tell. He eventually tells them he wants to be a girl and likes boys. I only imagine what went on in their heads during my transition. I had a hard time in high school, I bet they did too with all the rumors. It was a small town after all.

I wasn’t really close with either of them. They would shove me around and I felt like Cinderella lol. But it got better after I felt like I was closer to the end of my transition. I guess I was more confident and they were more mature and we were cordial at least. They were really awkward around me especially Irvin, the son close to me in age only a few months younger than me. He really did always pick on me.

Anyways, Bill complimented me saying I became a beautiful woman he had always hoped for. I was blushing like crazy now with all these thoughts in my head and all that steam. It was awhile since we were in the tub.

I felt Bill’s right hand land on my thigh. I made eye contact with him. He didn’t say anything almost as if he was looking at my eyes to see if he had permission to be a man instead of a father…

I closed my eyes… I didn’t know if I did it as a sign for him to make a move on me or if it was because I was so flustered by everything, but he did make a move. I felt his coarse lips and his prickly aftershave as our lips met for the first time like this in our lives. My lips have touched his skin and his have touched mine ever since I was a little boy, but our lips have never met before.

A line was crossed…

I won’t lie. It was strange for a second. I had so much going on in my head. “OMG OMG this is really happening. It’s so weird! It’s Bill!!!!”

But holy shit by the time the kiss was over I realized how amazingly passionate and deep it was. I hadn’t had a kiss like that emotionally in a long time. My last one was with an ex-boyfriend who I really liked who cheated on me. We finally pulled away from each other and neither of us really said anything for a couple of seconds until..

“Aly, do you see me as a man?” Bill broke the silence with the most pressing question.

I thought about it. I thought about everything. And for what felt like the longest time in my head, I finally nodded.

He smiled and pulled my body in so that I was now mounted directly facing him with my chest to his and our lips intertwined again. This time around it was more than passionate. It was a fiery sexually frustrated dance. Our bodies moved, angling with one another to get the most of the exploration we deeply desired from one another. It was a flood gate opened. His hand slid all around my body exploring how drastically different it was since the last time he touched it while I did the same thing.

Our dynamic and everything we did felt so damn different. A switch flipped.

We made out for a time and made our way to his bedroom. No we didn’t have sex. (Sorry Guys :P) He told me to shower first. I did and proceeded to put on a white lacy baby doll that I had packed. He showered as well and got into bed with me. I laid that night in his bed for the first time since I was like 7 and it was sooooo different.

It’s ridiculous to say this but he went from one Daddy to another type of Daddy in a matter of hours inside my mind. I just cannot see him the way I did before. And I don’t know why but I’m so happy in his bed with him holding me. I never felt so small and submissive yet sexy and warm with his sturdy hands firmly situated on my belly. We stayed up pretty late just kissing and exploring each other with our hands. I don’t remember at what point I fell asleep, but when I woke up he was already awake just brushing my hair with one hand and the other still wrapped around my waist.

Bill kisses me on the forehead. “Good morning my baby girl.”

“Happy Father’s Day.” I said smiling to him. We seriously both took a second to process how awkward it was before we both laughed.

I made him breakfast in my lingerie like a totally normal couple would and we cuddled and talked and did nothing together half naked basically all of Father’s Day before I had to go on my flight back to Texas at 7 PM.

Bill promised to come out to see me in July and told me I really should consider his offer of moving back to Cali. I can’t tell you guys how like weirdly happy I am after that weekend and as stupid (and I know it’s stupid) of a move it would be, I have been seriously contemplating dropping my life and moving back to Cali to see where this goes with Bill..

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8totpb/i_crossed_a_line_with_my_stepfather_on_fathers