A Chilly Night - Stepfather and stepdaughter on a very cold night.
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It was the worst week that far of the worst winter we'd seen for
several years. If we had gotten more snow, it might have warmed things
up a little bit. As it was, only the north facing walls that wore
drifts, however briefly, were secured from the ever present drafts. It
was the year after my wife and I got married. When we got settled, she
sent for her daughter, who had been living with the ex-husband.
During that frozen week, my wife was spared our suffering. She had
been called away for a two week conference in, of all places, Miami.
So, though when we spoke by telephone she expressed sympathy, I knew
she was happy to be almost anywhere but Montana. Fortunately, I worked
at home those days, so I didn't have to contend with the traffic
nightmares others did. My stepdaughter was a senior in high school
that year. She bundled up every morning and trudged to the end of the
long driveway and caught the yellow bus that she rode to school. She
had long since gotten over the social stigma of not having her own car
-- or a boyfriend with a car -- to carry her to school like the "cool"
kids. They'd treated her rather poorly when she had arrived the year
before, just after her mother and married. As the 'new kid', it took a
while for her to make friends. Part of that was due to her different
perpective on things. In many ways she was more mature than her peers,
so that didn't help. In a lot of other ways she lagged, lacking in the
natural cockiness most of them possessed. Of course, she'd been
transplanted rather abruptly, so we told her it would take some time.
The trouble was that, at the time of this story, it was her senior
year, so she didn't really have the time.
She'd made some friends, but in the way of teenage girls everywhere,
some of these new friends were kind of fickle. One week they were
'best buddies', the next, they seemed to find fault with much of what
she did. I hurt for her a lot, having moved around a lot when I was
growing up, though my birth family held intact until the end.
The weather hadn't been too bad up until New Year's. The temperature
hovered from just below freezing to around ten below. But that second
week of January the wind picked up and didn't stop. Even after that,
the temperature didn't climb much, but I'm getting ahead of the story.
Our house was not all that old. But it had aged enough to have settled
and loosened the way a tight new house tends to do over the first few
years of its life. So we had drafts the way almost everybody else did.
We lived three miles from town. Not far, but far enough in that
weather. Arianne signaled her return from 'the wars' by stomping her
way up the steps out front that Friday afternoon. A few last kicks and
she decided that she'd removed all the snow and ice she could from her
boots. Entering the slightly warmer mud room, she quickly slipped the
frozen footwear off and replaced it with her thick fleece-lined house
slippers before opening the inner door.
By the time I saw her, she'd rid herself of coat and muffler and had
made herself a cup of hot chocolate. She was standing in front of the
heater in jeans, sweatshirt and a baggy sweater. I wasn't cold myself
because I'd been inside all day. I wore my usual flannel shirt and
jeans. I crossed the room to her and enfolded her in what I tried to
make a warming hug. She was trembling and her cheeks and ears were
bright red. She snuffled as she leaned into my chest. After a second I
even felt the cold of her nose through my shirt. "Oh, man, you are
really frozen! Why don't you go up and run yourself a bath?"
"I will in a little while after I thaw a little bit." Her words didn't
come out that smoothly, since her teeth were still chattering
intermittently. I rubbed my hands over her back rapidly to try to
create some friction. She had to set her cup on top of the heater to
keep from spilling. Her arms went around my chest and she hugged me
back. She'd always been an affectionate girl, after she got to know
me. We'd stop and hug passing through the house. She seemed to have a
special need for that kind of physical reassurance. I loved her mother
a great deal and I was lucky that Arianne was the kind of person to
whom that love could overflow. My wife had told me many times that
Arianne had really come to love me as well. That made me proud.
I left her to her chocolate and went to the kitchen to start dinner.
Since she was just in the next room, we discussed her day and the call
from her mom I'd gotten earlier. Arianne asked how my book was going.
She hopes to be an author one day, too. That had been another thing
that had drawn us together. We talked writing for a few minutes then
she returned to the kitchen and said, "Well, I'm going to go take that
bath. How long until dinner?" I told her she had at least an hour. She
rinsed her cup, kissed me on the cheek and went up to the second floor
bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the water running and the water
heater start up in the basement.
After her bath she seemed more comfortable. We ate and she worked on
her homework while I pecked away at the keyboard in the den. About ten
o'clock she came in and told me she was going to bed. When she wrapped
her arms around me from behind I caught the scent of her bath soap. I
told her she smelled nice and she thanked me. She tucked her face into
the crook of my neck and said, "You smell pretty nice, yourself." I
thanked her in return, but allowed that I couldn't see how, since I
hadn't showered since the night before. "Still," she said inhaling
deeply again, "I like it! It's a natural smell." She pecked me again
on the cheek and spun to mount the stairs again.
I worked another half hour or so and decided to get a new perspective
in the morning. As I brushed my teeth I thought about my stepdaughter.
I'd had some small sexual fantasies about her, knowing that nothing
even remotely like them could or would ever become reality. I recalled
the way her small breasts felt pressed against my back that night and
smiled. One day, I thought she'd make a very loving companion for some
man. My wife had told me that she'd been encouraging Arianne to give
her virginity away for the last two years. An unusual position for a
mother, but not surprising for my wife. She, herself was a very
sensual and sexual woman. She'd begun playing at sex at an early age,
finally giving her virginity to the man she'd just divorced when we'd
met. They'd had the two girls and struggled through a tough twenty
years together.
Shortly before coming to live with us, Arianne had told her mother
that she'd finally had sex with some boy from school. Her story was
that it was pretty good, but it was, after all, her first experience.
And it had been with a boy her age, so how experienced could he have
been, I wondered. There had been no mention, at least to me, of any
oral or manual play preceding that one act. I doubt there had been
mention of it to my wife either. I felt she'd have told me if there
had.
I went to the master bedroom. A little light shone from the small hall
light we always leave on for nocturnal trips to the bathroom or
kitchen. I stripped to the buff and slid between the cold sheets. A
few minutes of shivering generated enough body heat to begin the
warming process. I lay there in the half-dark still thinking about
Arianne. Loving and caring about her the way I did, I wished I could
tell her about the way sex can be when the participants really meshed
and cared. I knew it was a forbidden notion, but I wished even that I
could show her how it could be. It wasn't the first time that thought
had drifted through my brain. As usual it aroused me to picture myself
with her young body aligned with mine. I pushed the thought away
feeling guilty. I tried to think instead about my book and the
direction it seemed to want to take. Those were the last conscious
thoughts I had before sleep overtook me.
I felt her hand on my shoulder and came awake suddenly. "What's
wrong?" I demanded. Sudden awakenings in the dark always frighten me,
since they can so often mean some tragedy or other. I peered at the
silhouette realizing it had to be Arianne. My heart slowed as she was
saying that it was too cold in her room. I considered the options. Not
many right then. Without thinking too hard, I just said she could
sleep on her mom's side of our bed.
It had obviously been what she'd hoped for, since without a word she
rounded the foot of the bed and started for the head. Seeing her still
clothed reminded me of the problem. "But, one thing, Honey," I said.
"I'm naked."
"That's okay. I've seen you naked before." It was true. My general
attitude toward nudity is that it isn't a big deal. When we were
discussing Arianne's impending presence in our home, my wife assured
me she -- Ari -- would be okay with that. Apparently, at least up
until late elementary school, Ari had the habit of stripping naked as
soon as she came in the door from school. By the time I met her,
however, she had developed some shyness, self-consciousness, or
possibly modesty. I had told my wife I'd be circumspect, at least at
first. As things turned out, it had been about a month before chance
had presented Ari with me in all my glory in my birthday suit. I
always stay nude in the mornings before anybody else rises. At least
when the weather doesn't invade the house. Ari sleeps right up until
the last possible minute before she has to get ready for school.
Except one morning after she'd fallen asleep earlier than usual the
night before. I'd been in transit from the kitchen to the den with a
fresh cup of coffee. Rounding the corner at the bottom of the stairs,
I nearly collided with my new stepdaughter. We both got red-faced and
stammered apologies. She moved around me and made for the kitchen
herself and I continued to the den. I had taken a robe into the den
earlier and slipped into it then. I noticed that, surprise and
nervousness aside, Ari had taken a good look at all of me before she'd
gone her way.
We discussed it later and she said she didn't care, it had just
surprised her. I detected no change in her behavior or attitude toward
me in succeeding days. I still didn't flaunt my nudity, but I became
less careful afterward. There had been a few other similar occurrences
after that and she seemed to truly not care. I was slightly
disappointed that it hadn't move her to reawaken her own nude
impulses, since she never appeared in my presence in less than a tee
shirt and boxers.
But that frigid night, I told her she'd be warmer -- even in her own
bed -- if she removed her clothes. When she asked why I explained that
it was body heat that warmed the air under the blankets. The clothes
kept her heat in and kept the bed cooler. She stood a minute absorbing
this before she simply stripped out of her pants and shirt and slid
into the bed. She apparently had foregone underwear after the bath.
'Great!' I thought, 'I just gave her a reason to get into bed naked
with her naked stepfather!' I wondered how I'd be able to explain this
to her mother. Then wondered if I even should try. Or maybe I should
just go and shoot myself the next day to save my wife the trouble.
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Ari lay near the far edge of the bed shivering. I rolled over to my
side facing away from her. The shaking translated itself to the bed
and I knew it would keep us both awake if it kept up. "Ari, why don't
you scoot over here and just spoon up against my back. You'll get
warmer sooner and we can both get some sleep." She hesitated, then I
felt her moving against me. I knew this would make it more difficult
for me to explain -- or I should say it would make things 'harder'.
And indeed it did. I felt my cock begin to inflate as she molded her
cool body against my back and ass. Her legs aligned with mine. I
reached back and took her arm to draw it over my side to my stomach. I
let my arm drop on top of hers. I could feel her breath against the
back of my neck. Once again I could smell the fresh scent of her. I
took a deep breath and sighed. No matter what happened or didn't
happen, I couldn't deny that this felt absolutely wonderful. Sleep
surprised me very soon.
I half awoke sometime later. In the next ten or twenty seconds --
though it seemed longer -- the following realizations passed through
my mind: In the back of my mind, I knew there was something unusual.
As my consciousness cleared, I recalled Ari in the bed. Then I
realized she had hold of my erection. Not tight, but firmly. Her
breathing indicated sleep, but I wasn't sure. I lay there wondering
what to do.
I was afraid if I moved she would wake up and be embarrassed by what
she'd done. On the other hand, if she was awake, I was afraid what
would happen if I let her know I was awake. So I lay there struggling
with my quandary. As I worked on it, her hand began to stroke me
slowly up and down. I refused to believe she would do that in her
sleep. So I assumed she was awake and doing it on purpose. I began to
realize that I must have been played. I decided that it was exactly
what had happened, though. She'd tricked me into inviting her into my
bed. I couldn't understand why she'd done it, but right then I also
realized I didn't care. As she continued her movement, she got braver.
She squeezed it a little when she reached the knob at the head. I
guess I had my answer to my question about her previous experience.
This couldn't have been the first time she'd stroked a cock.
I decided the best course of action was to do nothing overt. I can't
honestly say whether that was a reasoned decision or just a desire to
have her continue. Her hand and her erect nipples poking my back felt
wonderful. I accidentally let out a quiet groan of pleasure and she
stopped abruptly. But when I didn't seem to waken she began again. I'd
have to guard against that. But I wanted to play with her mind a bit,
too. I took a deep breath and she stopped again. I moved a little bit
and made as if to roll onto my back in sleep. She released me and
backed off a few inches. Once on my back I fell back into a deeper
'sleep'.
She didn't wait long. Her hand slid over my chest and down my belly.
She circled my cock with her small fingers again and squeezed, as if
to test me. When I didn't react, she snaked her upper leg (she was
still on her side) over my own. She flexed her knee, slowly bringing
her thigh up under my balls. It also opened her up and I felt her
downy pubic hair on the knob of my hip. She slowly increased the
pressure there as she stroked me. This was too incredible! She was dry-
humping my hip as she jerked me off! Her breathing became more labored
and she seemed not to care whether I was still sleeping or not. A
small noise escaped her lips, a kind of mewing. She was getting as
close to orgasm as she was bringing me.
At that moment, there was not the slightest thought in my mind of my
wife, guilt, incest, or anything outside that bed. My whole universe
was engulfed under the blankets with this sexy young girl and myself.
Once more I decided to raise the stakes. I stretched slightly and she
backed off again. I rolled now onto my other side so that we were
facing. Even though, this time, she had retained her grip of my
hardon, I could tell she was trying to decide what to do. Finally,
she, too, rolled to her other side. She slid back gently until we were
spooning once more, my hard cock lying along the crack of her ass. It
almost ended things for me there. The feeling was so deliciously
forbidden! I looped my arm over her and hugged her to me. I was
careful to keep my breathing relaxed, in a sleeping rhythm. A few
minutes passed. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.
She didn't want to stop there. She Moved her hips forward and reached
back between her legs. Capturing my cock, she brought it down and up
again between her thighs. Her crotch was very hot and very juicy.
She began to rock her hips very gently. I marveled that she could
still believe I slept on. But maybe she didn't. I thought then that
possibly she suspected my participation. She still said nothing, nor
did I. Her hips slipped back and forth along my length. The head of my
cock had to be rubbing her clit, pushing her closer to coming. I was
just wondering how far she would take the game when I felt a shift in
the angle of her pelvis. She tilted her waist away while bringing her
ass back. With two fingers, she managed to insert the tip of my cock
into her wet slit! I felt her heat surround me. She waited -- either
to see my reaction or to let herself adjust to the size of my dick.
Then she pushed back some more. She inched me into herself until she
was backed against me. I still lacked a couple of inches of full
insertion, since that would have taken a major rearrangement of our
positions. And would have required us to acknowledge what we were
doing.
Her motions getting me inside her had allowed me to slightly shift the
position of the hand that was in front of her. I had moved it so that
I had hold, however loosely, of her small breast and nipple. I wasn't
going to last long, I knew. I wasn't worried about impregnating her,
since I'd had a vasectomy years before. She established a gentle
rhythm and I had all I could do not to join her in thrusting up into
her depths. We both had lost track of our breathing by then but still
refused to acknowledge anything that was happening.
I felt her orgasm begin. Her muscles clutched me and then I lost track
of her orgasm because I was too busily involved in my own. I felt our
combined fluids squishing out around me and running down between us to
her thigh and the sheet under us. When we both had stopped spasming we
just lay there. My hand was full of her breast and my cock was still
inside her. I heard and felt her breathing slow down as mine did.
While I tried to sort out my emotions, I realized somewhere along the
line that she seemed to have relaxed completely. Then I heard a quiet
little snuffle of a snore. She had gone back to sleep! Once again I
had a dilemma. I didn't know if I should extricate myself or just
leave things as they were. As tempting as the latter idea was, it
could, I knew, give us both a problem or two.
If I stayed where I was I would probably regain my erection. That
would probably lead to another round and leave us without deniability
-- or at least me without it. Also if I fell asleep again as well,
there was the chance that the bright light of day would find us still
joined at the crotch. This would also force us to acknowledge what
we'd done. Finally I reluctantly slipped myself out of her and left
that beautiful place between her slender thighs. I moved onto my back
and lay there a few minutes absorbing the feelings tumbling over
themselves inside me. I wasn't anywhere ready for sleep again then, so
I carefully edged away and out of bed. The cold air hit me with a
shock and I grabbed up my robe, stepped into my slippers, and tiptoed
from the room.
I went to the kitchen and poured myself a shot of bourbon. I tossed it
back and felt the burn. My penis tingled with memory. I could still
smell her light scent around my head, but I could also smell our sex
around me. Standing in the darkened kitchen I gazed out the window
above the sink. Lights glowed in the distance, caused to twinkle by
the flying snowflakes in the air. I moved to the living room and
flipped on the outside light. The trees had stopped their dancing and
the snowflakes in the air were falling straight down. Fresh snowfall,
not windblown. I realized then, too, that the drafts had stopped
seeping in around the weatherstripping. The weather had broken.
I thought of bedding down on the couch then, to avoid any
embarrassment in the morning. Ari could rise, dress in privacy and
pretend nothing had happened. She would be warm enough to stay in her
own bed that next night. But the idea seemed foreign to me. To finish
the night on the couch seemed like a betrayal and an admission of
guilt. I simply could find no trace of guilt about what we'd done. I
went to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth and returned to bed. The aroma
of sex hit me when I lifted the covers and Ari stirred slightly. I
slipped in beside her and moved to spoon her once more. What happened
in the morning would happen. I'd awaken before she did anyway. I
hugged her to me and cupped her breast. I loved her even more that
night than I ever had before. Should I have stopped her at the first
move? Would it have been better to deny her what she obviously wanted?
What she needed?
That was ten years ago. It had never happened again. Neither Ari nor I
ever mentioned it, even when we were alone. My wife, needless to say,
never learned about it, though I did tell her it had been so cold that
Ari had come down to sleep with me. When she asked if I'd been naked,
I admitted I had been. She asked what Ari had worn. I told her the
truth, about my explanation and Ari's acceptance. I told her we'd
spooned and slept the entire night that way. She refrained from asking
anything further. She knew she might learn something she didn't want
to know, or else she'd be forcing me to lie. She and I never mentioned
it again. The only other thing that was said was that afternoon when
Ari had returned from school and my wife from work. Ari hadn't yet
seen her mother since she'd returned from the trip. They hugged and
Ari began to tell her about how cold it had been the week before.
My wife looked at her and said I'd told her that Ari had gotten so
cold that she'd been forced to sleep with me. Ari grinned at her
mother and said, "Yeah. Did he tell you we were both naked? That was
the first time I ever slept naked with a man."
"I'm sure it won't be the last," my wife said. I was wary the next few
days that something or some word might betray us. I couldn't tell
whether my wife watched for something like that or not. I finally
relaxed and things went on their normal way. That was the end of it
for all time, until I decided to write this. Ari has two of her own
children now, who both enjoy running naked under the summer sun. My
wife retired and we moved south so there would be no more frosty
winter mornings. Oranges grace our own trees and the sun shines warmly
every day. Sometimes at night, I remember the howl of the wind and the
feeling of Ari sleeping warmly in my arms. I hope she remembers it
with the same love I do.
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several years. If we had gotten more snow, it might have warmed things
up a little bit. As it was, only the north facing walls that wore
drifts, however briefly, were secured from the ever present drafts. It
was the year after my wife and I got married. When we got settled, she
sent for her daughter, who had been living with the ex-husband.
During that frozen week, my wife was spared our suffering. She had
been called away for a two week conference in, of all places, Miami.
So, though when we spoke by telephone she expressed sympathy, I knew
she was happy to be almost anywhere but Montana. Fortunately, I worked
at home those days, so I didn't have to contend with the traffic
nightmares others did. My stepdaughter was a senior in high school
that year. She bundled up every morning and trudged to the end of the
long driveway and caught the yellow bus that she rode to school. She
had long since gotten over the social stigma of not having her own car
-- or a boyfriend with a car -- to carry her to school like the "cool"
kids. They'd treated her rather poorly when she had arrived the year
before, just after her mother and married. As the 'new kid', it took a
while for her to make friends. Part of that was due to her different
perpective on things. In many ways she was more mature than her peers,
so that didn't help. In a lot of other ways she lagged, lacking in the
natural cockiness most of them possessed. Of course, she'd been
transplanted rather abruptly, so we told her it would take some time.
The trouble was that, at the time of this story, it was her senior
year, so she didn't really have the time.
She'd made some friends, but in the way of teenage girls everywhere,
some of these new friends were kind of fickle. One week they were
'best buddies', the next, they seemed to find fault with much of what
she did. I hurt for her a lot, having moved around a lot when I was
growing up, though my birth family held intact until the end.
The weather hadn't been too bad up until New Year's. The temperature
hovered from just below freezing to around ten below. But that second
week of January the wind picked up and didn't stop. Even after that,
the temperature didn't climb much, but I'm getting ahead of the story.
Our house was not all that old. But it had aged enough to have settled
and loosened the way a tight new house tends to do over the first few
years of its life. So we had drafts the way almost everybody else did.
We lived three miles from town. Not far, but far enough in that
weather. Arianne signaled her return from 'the wars' by stomping her
way up the steps out front that Friday afternoon. A few last kicks and
she decided that she'd removed all the snow and ice she could from her
boots. Entering the slightly warmer mud room, she quickly slipped the
frozen footwear off and replaced it with her thick fleece-lined house
slippers before opening the inner door.
By the time I saw her, she'd rid herself of coat and muffler and had
made herself a cup of hot chocolate. She was standing in front of the
heater in jeans, sweatshirt and a baggy sweater. I wasn't cold myself
because I'd been inside all day. I wore my usual flannel shirt and
jeans. I crossed the room to her and enfolded her in what I tried to
make a warming hug. She was trembling and her cheeks and ears were
bright red. She snuffled as she leaned into my chest. After a second I
even felt the cold of her nose through my shirt. "Oh, man, you are
really frozen! Why don't you go up and run yourself a bath?"
"I will in a little while after I thaw a little bit." Her words didn't
come out that smoothly, since her teeth were still chattering
intermittently. I rubbed my hands over her back rapidly to try to
create some friction. She had to set her cup on top of the heater to
keep from spilling. Her arms went around my chest and she hugged me
back. She'd always been an affectionate girl, after she got to know
me. We'd stop and hug passing through the house. She seemed to have a
special need for that kind of physical reassurance. I loved her mother
a great deal and I was lucky that Arianne was the kind of person to
whom that love could overflow. My wife had told me many times that
Arianne had really come to love me as well. That made me proud.
I left her to her chocolate and went to the kitchen to start dinner.
Since she was just in the next room, we discussed her day and the call
from her mom I'd gotten earlier. Arianne asked how my book was going.
She hopes to be an author one day, too. That had been another thing
that had drawn us together. We talked writing for a few minutes then
she returned to the kitchen and said, "Well, I'm going to go take that
bath. How long until dinner?" I told her she had at least an hour. She
rinsed her cup, kissed me on the cheek and went up to the second floor
bathroom. A few minutes later I heard the water running and the water
heater start up in the basement.
After her bath she seemed more comfortable. We ate and she worked on
her homework while I pecked away at the keyboard in the den. About ten
o'clock she came in and told me she was going to bed. When she wrapped
her arms around me from behind I caught the scent of her bath soap. I
told her she smelled nice and she thanked me. She tucked her face into
the crook of my neck and said, "You smell pretty nice, yourself." I
thanked her in return, but allowed that I couldn't see how, since I
hadn't showered since the night before. "Still," she said inhaling
deeply again, "I like it! It's a natural smell." She pecked me again
on the cheek and spun to mount the stairs again.
I worked another half hour or so and decided to get a new perspective
in the morning. As I brushed my teeth I thought about my stepdaughter.
I'd had some small sexual fantasies about her, knowing that nothing
even remotely like them could or would ever become reality. I recalled
the way her small breasts felt pressed against my back that night and
smiled. One day, I thought she'd make a very loving companion for some
man. My wife had told me that she'd been encouraging Arianne to give
her virginity away for the last two years. An unusual position for a
mother, but not surprising for my wife. She, herself was a very
sensual and sexual woman. She'd begun playing at sex at an early age,
finally giving her virginity to the man she'd just divorced when we'd
met. They'd had the two girls and struggled through a tough twenty
years together.
Shortly before coming to live with us, Arianne had told her mother
that she'd finally had sex with some boy from school. Her story was
that it was pretty good, but it was, after all, her first experience.
And it had been with a boy her age, so how experienced could he have
been, I wondered. There had been no mention, at least to me, of any
oral or manual play preceding that one act. I doubt there had been
mention of it to my wife either. I felt she'd have told me if there
had.
I went to the master bedroom. A little light shone from the small hall
light we always leave on for nocturnal trips to the bathroom or
kitchen. I stripped to the buff and slid between the cold sheets. A
few minutes of shivering generated enough body heat to begin the
warming process. I lay there in the half-dark still thinking about
Arianne. Loving and caring about her the way I did, I wished I could
tell her about the way sex can be when the participants really meshed
and cared. I knew it was a forbidden notion, but I wished even that I
could show her how it could be. It wasn't the first time that thought
had drifted through my brain. As usual it aroused me to picture myself
with her young body aligned with mine. I pushed the thought away
feeling guilty. I tried to think instead about my book and the
direction it seemed to want to take. Those were the last conscious
thoughts I had before sleep overtook me.
I felt her hand on my shoulder and came awake suddenly. "What's
wrong?" I demanded. Sudden awakenings in the dark always frighten me,
since they can so often mean some tragedy or other. I peered at the
silhouette realizing it had to be Arianne. My heart slowed as she was
saying that it was too cold in her room. I considered the options. Not
many right then. Without thinking too hard, I just said she could
sleep on her mom's side of our bed.
It had obviously been what she'd hoped for, since without a word she
rounded the foot of the bed and started for the head. Seeing her still
clothed reminded me of the problem. "But, one thing, Honey," I said.
"I'm naked."
"That's okay. I've seen you naked before." It was true. My general
attitude toward nudity is that it isn't a big deal. When we were
discussing Arianne's impending presence in our home, my wife assured
me she -- Ari -- would be okay with that. Apparently, at least up
until late elementary school, Ari had the habit of stripping naked as
soon as she came in the door from school. By the time I met her,
however, she had developed some shyness, self-consciousness, or
possibly modesty. I had told my wife I'd be circumspect, at least at
first. As things turned out, it had been about a month before chance
had presented Ari with me in all my glory in my birthday suit. I
always stay nude in the mornings before anybody else rises. At least
when the weather doesn't invade the house. Ari sleeps right up until
the last possible minute before she has to get ready for school.
Except one morning after she'd fallen asleep earlier than usual the
night before. I'd been in transit from the kitchen to the den with a
fresh cup of coffee. Rounding the corner at the bottom of the stairs,
I nearly collided with my new stepdaughter. We both got red-faced and
stammered apologies. She moved around me and made for the kitchen
herself and I continued to the den. I had taken a robe into the den
earlier and slipped into it then. I noticed that, surprise and
nervousness aside, Ari had taken a good look at all of me before she'd
gone her way.
We discussed it later and she said she didn't care, it had just
surprised her. I detected no change in her behavior or attitude toward
me in succeeding days. I still didn't flaunt my nudity, but I became
less careful afterward. There had been a few other similar occurrences
after that and she seemed to truly not care. I was slightly
disappointed that it hadn't move her to reawaken her own nude
impulses, since she never appeared in my presence in less than a tee
shirt and boxers.
But that frigid night, I told her she'd be warmer -- even in her own
bed -- if she removed her clothes. When she asked why I explained that
it was body heat that warmed the air under the blankets. The clothes
kept her heat in and kept the bed cooler. She stood a minute absorbing
this before she simply stripped out of her pants and shirt and slid
into the bed. She apparently had foregone underwear after the bath.
'Great!' I thought, 'I just gave her a reason to get into bed naked
with her naked stepfather!' I wondered how I'd be able to explain this
to her mother. Then wondered if I even should try. Or maybe I should
just go and shoot myself the next day to save my wife the trouble.
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Ari lay near the far edge of the bed shivering. I rolled over to my
side facing away from her. The shaking translated itself to the bed
and I knew it would keep us both awake if it kept up. "Ari, why don't
you scoot over here and just spoon up against my back. You'll get
warmer sooner and we can both get some sleep." She hesitated, then I
felt her moving against me. I knew this would make it more difficult
for me to explain -- or I should say it would make things 'harder'.
And indeed it did. I felt my cock begin to inflate as she molded her
cool body against my back and ass. Her legs aligned with mine. I
reached back and took her arm to draw it over my side to my stomach. I
let my arm drop on top of hers. I could feel her breath against the
back of my neck. Once again I could smell the fresh scent of her. I
took a deep breath and sighed. No matter what happened or didn't
happen, I couldn't deny that this felt absolutely wonderful. Sleep
surprised me very soon.
I half awoke sometime later. In the next ten or twenty seconds --
though it seemed longer -- the following realizations passed through
my mind: In the back of my mind, I knew there was something unusual.
As my consciousness cleared, I recalled Ari in the bed. Then I
realized she had hold of my erection. Not tight, but firmly. Her
breathing indicated sleep, but I wasn't sure. I lay there wondering
what to do.
I was afraid if I moved she would wake up and be embarrassed by what
she'd done. On the other hand, if she was awake, I was afraid what
would happen if I let her know I was awake. So I lay there struggling
with my quandary. As I worked on it, her hand began to stroke me
slowly up and down. I refused to believe she would do that in her
sleep. So I assumed she was awake and doing it on purpose. I began to
realize that I must have been played. I decided that it was exactly
what had happened, though. She'd tricked me into inviting her into my
bed. I couldn't understand why she'd done it, but right then I also
realized I didn't care. As she continued her movement, she got braver.
She squeezed it a little when she reached the knob at the head. I
guess I had my answer to my question about her previous experience.
This couldn't have been the first time she'd stroked a cock.
I decided the best course of action was to do nothing overt. I can't
honestly say whether that was a reasoned decision or just a desire to
have her continue. Her hand and her erect nipples poking my back felt
wonderful. I accidentally let out a quiet groan of pleasure and she
stopped abruptly. But when I didn't seem to waken she began again. I'd
have to guard against that. But I wanted to play with her mind a bit,
too. I took a deep breath and she stopped again. I moved a little bit
and made as if to roll onto my back in sleep. She released me and
backed off a few inches. Once on my back I fell back into a deeper
'sleep'.
She didn't wait long. Her hand slid over my chest and down my belly.
She circled my cock with her small fingers again and squeezed, as if
to test me. When I didn't react, she snaked her upper leg (she was
still on her side) over my own. She flexed her knee, slowly bringing
her thigh up under my balls. It also opened her up and I felt her
downy pubic hair on the knob of my hip. She slowly increased the
pressure there as she stroked me. This was too incredible! She was dry-
humping my hip as she jerked me off! Her breathing became more labored
and she seemed not to care whether I was still sleeping or not. A
small noise escaped her lips, a kind of mewing. She was getting as
close to orgasm as she was bringing me.
At that moment, there was not the slightest thought in my mind of my
wife, guilt, incest, or anything outside that bed. My whole universe
was engulfed under the blankets with this sexy young girl and myself.
Once more I decided to raise the stakes. I stretched slightly and she
backed off again. I rolled now onto my other side so that we were
facing. Even though, this time, she had retained her grip of my
hardon, I could tell she was trying to decide what to do. Finally,
she, too, rolled to her other side. She slid back gently until we were
spooning once more, my hard cock lying along the crack of her ass. It
almost ended things for me there. The feeling was so deliciously
forbidden! I looped my arm over her and hugged her to me. I was
careful to keep my breathing relaxed, in a sleeping rhythm. A few
minutes passed. I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.
She didn't want to stop there. She Moved her hips forward and reached
back between her legs. Capturing my cock, she brought it down and up
again between her thighs. Her crotch was very hot and very juicy.
She began to rock her hips very gently. I marveled that she could
still believe I slept on. But maybe she didn't. I thought then that
possibly she suspected my participation. She still said nothing, nor
did I. Her hips slipped back and forth along my length. The head of my
cock had to be rubbing her clit, pushing her closer to coming. I was
just wondering how far she would take the game when I felt a shift in
the angle of her pelvis. She tilted her waist away while bringing her
ass back. With two fingers, she managed to insert the tip of my cock
into her wet slit! I felt her heat surround me. She waited -- either
to see my reaction or to let herself adjust to the size of my dick.
Then she pushed back some more. She inched me into herself until she
was backed against me. I still lacked a couple of inches of full
insertion, since that would have taken a major rearrangement of our
positions. And would have required us to acknowledge what we were
doing.
Her motions getting me inside her had allowed me to slightly shift the
position of the hand that was in front of her. I had moved it so that
I had hold, however loosely, of her small breast and nipple. I wasn't
going to last long, I knew. I wasn't worried about impregnating her,
since I'd had a vasectomy years before. She established a gentle
rhythm and I had all I could do not to join her in thrusting up into
her depths. We both had lost track of our breathing by then but still
refused to acknowledge anything that was happening.
I felt her orgasm begin. Her muscles clutched me and then I lost track
of her orgasm because I was too busily involved in my own. I felt our
combined fluids squishing out around me and running down between us to
her thigh and the sheet under us. When we both had stopped spasming we
just lay there. My hand was full of her breast and my cock was still
inside her. I heard and felt her breathing slow down as mine did.
While I tried to sort out my emotions, I realized somewhere along the
line that she seemed to have relaxed completely. Then I heard a quiet
little snuffle of a snore. She had gone back to sleep! Once again I
had a dilemma. I didn't know if I should extricate myself or just
leave things as they were. As tempting as the latter idea was, it
could, I knew, give us both a problem or two.
If I stayed where I was I would probably regain my erection. That
would probably lead to another round and leave us without deniability
-- or at least me without it. Also if I fell asleep again as well,
there was the chance that the bright light of day would find us still
joined at the crotch. This would also force us to acknowledge what
we'd done. Finally I reluctantly slipped myself out of her and left
that beautiful place between her slender thighs. I moved onto my back
and lay there a few minutes absorbing the feelings tumbling over
themselves inside me. I wasn't anywhere ready for sleep again then, so
I carefully edged away and out of bed. The cold air hit me with a
shock and I grabbed up my robe, stepped into my slippers, and tiptoed
from the room.
I went to the kitchen and poured myself a shot of bourbon. I tossed it
back and felt the burn. My penis tingled with memory. I could still
smell her light scent around my head, but I could also smell our sex
around me. Standing in the darkened kitchen I gazed out the window
above the sink. Lights glowed in the distance, caused to twinkle by
the flying snowflakes in the air. I moved to the living room and
flipped on the outside light. The trees had stopped their dancing and
the snowflakes in the air were falling straight down. Fresh snowfall,
not windblown. I realized then, too, that the drafts had stopped
seeping in around the weatherstripping. The weather had broken.
I thought of bedding down on the couch then, to avoid any
embarrassment in the morning. Ari could rise, dress in privacy and
pretend nothing had happened. She would be warm enough to stay in her
own bed that next night. But the idea seemed foreign to me. To finish
the night on the couch seemed like a betrayal and an admission of
guilt. I simply could find no trace of guilt about what we'd done. I
went to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth and returned to bed. The aroma
of sex hit me when I lifted the covers and Ari stirred slightly. I
slipped in beside her and moved to spoon her once more. What happened
in the morning would happen. I'd awaken before she did anyway. I
hugged her to me and cupped her breast. I loved her even more that
night than I ever had before. Should I have stopped her at the first
move? Would it have been better to deny her what she obviously wanted?
What she needed?
That was ten years ago. It had never happened again. Neither Ari nor I
ever mentioned it, even when we were alone. My wife, needless to say,
never learned about it, though I did tell her it had been so cold that
Ari had come down to sleep with me. When she asked if I'd been naked,
I admitted I had been. She asked what Ari had worn. I told her the
truth, about my explanation and Ari's acceptance. I told her we'd
spooned and slept the entire night that way. She refrained from asking
anything further. She knew she might learn something she didn't want
to know, or else she'd be forcing me to lie. She and I never mentioned
it again. The only other thing that was said was that afternoon when
Ari had returned from school and my wife from work. Ari hadn't yet
seen her mother since she'd returned from the trip. They hugged and
Ari began to tell her about how cold it had been the week before.
My wife looked at her and said I'd told her that Ari had gotten so
cold that she'd been forced to sleep with me. Ari grinned at her
mother and said, "Yeah. Did he tell you we were both naked? That was
the first time I ever slept naked with a man."
"I'm sure it won't be the last," my wife said. I was wary the next few
days that something or some word might betray us. I couldn't tell
whether my wife watched for something like that or not. I finally
relaxed and things went on their normal way. That was the end of it
for all time, until I decided to write this. Ari has two of her own
children now, who both enjoy running naked under the summer sun. My
wife retired and we moved south so there would be no more frosty
winter mornings. Oranges grace our own trees and the sun shines warmly
every day. Sometimes at night, I remember the howl of the wind and the
feeling of Ari sleeping warmly in my arms. I hope she remembers it
with the same love I do.
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