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Archive name: trouble.txt (Mg, ped, inc)
Authors name: cuddles (address withheld by request)
Story title : Trouble with Stepdaughter: Sam

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Trouble with Stepdaughter: Sam (Mg, ped, inc)
by cuddles (address withheld by request)

***

First of a short series of stories about relationship 
problems between stepfathers and stepdaughters and what 
the stepfathers do about it.

***

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. It is 
just a fantasy and anyone tempted to try anything like 
it in their real life should seek professional help 
immediately. Adults only. Hope you enjoy it.


I opened the bedroom door and looked in.

Sam was lying in bed.

She was on her back and her arms were down under the 
duvet somewhere which covered her completely.

She was wide-awake and moved her gaze only slightly to 
look at me.

She raised her eyebrows, questioningly.

"Would you like me to give you a hand?" I asked her.

"What do you mean?" Sam replied.

I walked into the room and stood at the side of her bed. 
I then knelt on the carpet beside her.

Sam turned her head gradually as I walked in so that she 
was able to watch my every move. Her head remained on 
the pillow.

"The noise you are making, rubbing yourself, can 
probably be heard by the neighbours," I said. "I thought 
you might like me to help you do it for you more 
quietly."

Sam's big blue eyes widened in shock.

"No!!" she replied, almost shouting.

She continued to look straight at me.

I didn't say anything for a few moments and I could see 
her mind ticking over, trying to work out what was going 
on.

"Lie on your tummy and I will give you a massage" I 
said. "That will relax you."
It wasn't so much a request. It was more of an 
instruction and Sam did not question it.

She turned over onto her tummy and lay with her head on 
the pillow, facing away from me with her arms bent at 
the elbow and resting on the pillow either side.

I leant forward, rested my right hand on the bed next to 
her pillow and slipped my left hand under the duvet onto 
Sam's back in her waist area.

She was wearing pyjamas.

I then started to very lightly massage her lower back 
under her pyjama top only using my fingers and thumb and 
making little sweeping motions either side of her spine.

Sam moaned slightly soon after I started.

I leant over to her left ear and whispered "Is that 
nice, my love?"

"Mmmm," she replied.

I now started moving my hand up her back very slowly 
while I continued the massage. As I did, I gently pushed 
up the back of her pyjama top.

Sam was still completely covered by the duvet.

She continued to moan quietly.

When I had pushed the pyjamas halfway up her back, I 
couldn't go any further because the front was caught 
under her body. Sam then lifted herself briefly so that 
I could ease the pyjamas up on her front also.

My massaging fingers were now up nearly to the top of 
her back and I whispered in Sam's ear, "Let's slip your 
top off so that I can massage your shoulders."

I did not wait for an answer and eased the top of the 
pyjamas over Sam's head. She cooperated by lifting 
herself slightly and moving her arms forward, one after 
the other so that I could ease them down and off her 
arms.

Sam now flopped back onto the pillow in the same 
position she had been in before.

The duvet still covered her.

My left hand and my massaging fingers now returned to my 
little sweeping motions and I soon ran up to her 
shoulders.

At this point, I stood up and pulled back the duvet to 
about halfway down her back. I then rested both my hands 
on her shoulders.

I started to massage between the top of her arms and 
neck, beginning very lightly but then gradually 
increasing the intensity of my probing thumbs.

"Oh! That's good," Sam said. 

I continued for a little while but then stopped and 
knelt down on the carpet again.

I leant over Sam's left ear and whispered, "Am I making 
you feel all tingly?"

"Mmmmmm," Sam replied.

With that, I nibbled Sam's left ear lobe and blew in her 
ear.

Sam gasped and her body tensed. She hunched her 
shoulders a little bit and lifted her body slightly.

As she did, I saw her breasts rise up out of the bed.

It was only a little way and I did not see her nipples 
but I saw enough to know how wonderfully she had 
developed. 

I then put my left hand at the top of Sam's back and 
started my little sweeping motions again massaging down 
her spine.

Sam was very relaxed now and her breathing was calm.

When I reached the top of the pulled back duvet, my hand 
slipped under it and continued down.

Sam's relaxed breathing continued. She was completely 
still.

And then my massaging fingers reached the point of no 
return as they touched the top of her pyjamas.

I stopped my massaging at this point but left my hand 
resting there.

The silence which followed was deafening. I held my 
breath and I am sure that Sam did too. There wasn't a 
sound. 

I had known when I began that, if things went beyond 
this stage, they were likely to go all the way.

I knew that Sam would realise the same as she lay there. 
I was giving her time to call it off if that's what she 
wanted. We would then both dress and Sam would thank me 
for giving her a wonderful massage. She would probably 
tell her mother about it. No worries.

The silence continued and I almost willed Sam to say 
something, such was the tension in me. But nothing.

My fingers now moved again, under the elastic of Sam's 
pyjamas and onto her fabulous bum.

"Oh Daddy!" she half cried, half sighed.

Yes, it was incestuous but things were much more 
complicated than that.
Sam was my stepdaughter. She was 14 and we had known 
each other for 6 years since I first met her mother.

She was always a very striking girl with a lovely face 
and long fair hair. She had deep blue eyes.

She was taller than average with wonderful legs and a 
gorgeous rounded bum.
Over the previous 3 years, she had developed super 
breasts, which, although not fully grown, were already a 
handful. Her hips were sublime. 

As my stepdaughter, we had hit it off from the moment I 
came into her mother's life when she was 8.

People were amazed when they discovered that I was not 
Sam's father because we got on so well.

My feelings for Sam had always been honourable. 
Initially, when she was a child, there had been some 
physical contact but no more than any other 
father/daughter relationship including towelling her 
down after a shower or cuddling her on the sofa when we 
watched TV.

When she reached about 11 and started to develop little 
breasts, I was more careful and stopped using the 
bathroom when she was in it and was more careful when we 
were sitting in front of the TV.

Sam was puzzled and even a bit upset by this. It was 
almost as though she was worrying that I was ignoring 
her and didn't love her as much.

She would test me constantly by trying to get me into a 
rough and tumble when I would hold and cuddle her.

It was a constant struggle to get a balance between 
doing what was right and providing Sam with the security 
she needed.

Some people might say that all fathers have these 
difficulties but it is much worse in a 
stepfather/stepdaughter relationship.

As Sam got older, things did not get any better. She was 
still questioning my love for her. It was the way she 
did it that changed. At 12 and 13, she had developed 
into a beautiful young lady and she knew it. She would 
really play up to the boys and they all adored her.

As far as we 2 were concerned, we were still the best of 
friends but that balance between what I felt was right 
as regards physical contact between us and what she 
needed from me was never in tune. 

As the hormones in her body started to rear their head, 
Sam's testing of my love for her became more aggressive 
and we had some terrible rows.

She was always the one who instigated them and, however 
passive I was in response,

Sam was determined that the row would have a middle and 
an ending.

At one point, I said to my wife that I was reaching the 
end of my tether and she must do something. She then had 
a long heart to heart with Sam and things were much 
better after that. They were better because Sam then 
totally ignored me for going behind her back to her 
mother.

When Sam reached 14, we went away for a holiday in the 
sun and during that 2 weeks my relationship with her 
improved again. 

I do not know what it was. Partly the sunshine I expect 
and partly the fact that my wife and I shared a one bed 
roomed apartment with Sam who slept in the living room 
on a sofa bed. We were therefore living on top of each 
other for 2 weeks. It was either going to be good or 
disastrous. Thankfully it was great and both Sam and I 
found that we were getting on well again. We would spend 
hours talking to each other.

We would both wear our swimwear most of the time and Sam 
would often end up on my lap with an arm around me as we 
talked. 

After the holiday when we had returned to the grind of 
normal living, me back to work and Sam to school, things 
quickly went downhill again for us.

There is something very difficult to understand about 
what is acceptable in human behaviour when, on the one 
hand, there is nothing wrong with a young girl sitting 
on her father's lap while he wears a flimsy pair of 
swimming shorts and she a skimpy bikini and, on the 
other hand, everything wrong with that same young girl 
sitting on her father's lap while he wears his boxer 
shorts and she a skimpy bra and panties.

In essence, this was the problem when we returned home 
after the holiday. 

Sam had found the closeness while we had been away had 
been what she needed to redress the balance of the 
previous 2 years when I had been so reserved about my 
physical contact with her. She felt more secure.

When we returned home, our holiday mode finished and it 
was back to the way we were before going away.

Sam returned to testing me as she had before. I would 
suddenly find her on my lap while sitting on the sofa 
with an arm thrust around my neck. Often, she did so 
with only her pyjamas or a skimpy little dress on. 

I would always welcome her but was not comfortable and 
looked for ways of easing her sideways onto the sofa or 
getting up and leaving the room.

Sam then became even more demanding in the ways she 
tested me. She would sit on my lap and deliberately 
grind her bum into my prick. My prick became excited and 
Sam would then give me knowing smiles.

Things were getting out of hand.

I knew that, if I spoke to her mother again, it would be 
the end as regards my relationship with Sam. I therefore 
took her on one side while her mother was out one day 
and explained to her how difficult things were for me. I 
told her I loved her dearly and wanted to hold and 
cuddle her and make her feel loved but that it wasn't 
right for me to go too far because she was my 
stepdaughter.

Sam listened to me intently. She beamed when I told her 
I loved her and looked ecstatic when I said that I 
wanted to hold and cuddle her. I don't think she heard 
the bit about what was right for a stepfather.

If anything, her testing ways increased after that. She 
was always looking for an opportunity to get her body 
close to mine and get me sexually excited.

The final straw eventually came when I woke one morning 
to find Sam next to me in bed with her arms inside my 
pyjama top massaging my tummy.

I was so shocked that I shouted at her and she jumped 
out of the bed and ran off to her bedroom crying.

She was there for hours and, when she did eventually 
come out, she refused to talk to me.

I tried to apologise for frightening her but it was no 
good. She just ignored me. 

As the weeks went by, nothing changed and nothing 
improved. Sam continued to ignore me.

She would listen if I asked her to do something and 
invariably would do as I asked but she would not look 
into my eyes and would not talk to me. She always sat as 
far away from me as she could.

I was lost and did not know what to do. I was losing 
this girl and it was starting to affect my relationship 
with her mother as well.

I tried to analyse the situation.

I had had a wonderful relationship with Sam until she 
was 11 but after that, when she reached 12, things 
started to quickly go downhill. Whose fault was that?

On Sam's side, she had reached the start of puberty, a 
difficult time for her and one which can make a child 
moody. However, while puberty may have made the 
situation worse, it was not the cause of the problem.

There was nothing else which could point the finger at 
Sam so the fault must lie with me, I thought.

The essence seemed to be that Sam felt I did not love 
her as much as I had done from the time up to when she 
was 11.

As the child of a disastrous and sometimes violent 
marriage, she was constantly in need of love and 
reassurance.

After Sam reached 12, I had adapted my behaviour towards 
her in a way which I felt right, given her developing 
body. The trouble was that Sam read my changed behaviour 
as a sign that I didn't care for her as much as I did.

The problem was therefore clear and the answer was 
becoming clearer.

If I was to have any chance of restoring my relationship 
with Sam, which was my main priority, I had to give her 
the love and cuddles she had so much yearned for over 
the previous 2 years. I had to show her how much I loved 
her and that I would never let her down again.

I realised that this would involve physical contact. I 
did not know how much.

I realised that my strategy could be disastrous and I 
might lose my wife or worse.

I didn't care. I had no alternative.

My massaging fingers slipped over her bum, lightly 
rubbing first one cheek and then the other.

Sam started to moan.

I leant over her and whispered in her ear "Your bum 
feels so good, my love. Am I making you feel good too?"

"Mmmmmm," replied Sam.

I went on. "Tell me what feelings you get when I do 
this."

Sam hesitated and then said "It makes me feel so relaxed 
and excited all at the same time."

My gentle massage of her bum inside her pyjamas 
continued.

At this point, Sam turned her head on the pillow so that 
she was facing me for the first time. She looked me 
straight in the eye and smiled.

I smiled back and thought to myself that this was the 
first time she had looked at me this way in weeks.

"I gave you the chance to pull out of this," I said to 
her. "It's still not too late. A little rub on your bum 
can be forgotten."

Sam shook her head. "It is too late," she said. "This 
has been going to happen for a long time. I was 
determined it would happen. I knew it would."

I paused and thought about what she had said.

She was right. If a girl wants to get a man into bed 
with her, she will always win even if the man is her 
father.

I focused on Sam's eyes again.

"I love you so much, my darling," I murmured.

"Kiss me," she responded.

I slowly withdrew my hand from her pyjamas after which 
Sam turned over onto her back. I was then given a brief 
glimpse of her fantastic breasts as I lowered my face 
onto hers and kissed her on the lips.

My right hand rested on the pillow and I ran my fingers 
through her hair.

My left hand was on the bed next to her waist.

Sam lowered her arms to her side and I found her left 
hand and held it.
The kiss was gentle but probing.

Occasionally, we would stop and I would nibble either 
her top or bottom lip between my own. I would sometimes 
lick her lips lightly before starting another kiss.

Sam had her eyes closed but mine were open wide 
exploring every little corner of her beautiful face.

After what seemed an age, I stopped and lifted my head. 
I looked down at her breasts and marvelled at them.

They were each the size of a large peach and stuck out 
from her chest without any trace of sag.

Her little nipples were a picture.

Sam slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled 
and raised her right hand to my face and touched it.

I released Sam's hand and lifted it up towards Sam's 
right breast, very lightly massaging around it. I barely 
touched her.

Sam immediately closed her eyes again and sighed deeply.

Whilst maintaining my light massage of her breast, I 
returned to Sam's lips and this time our kiss was 
immediately closer.

Sam soon raised up her right arm and wrapped it around 
my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I was a bit uncomfortable and so lifted my hand from her 
breast and rested it on the pillow furthest away from 
her. This gave me a hand on either side of her head and 
I could ease myself up and partly over Sam's body.

I was only wearing pyjama trousers and so, as the kiss 
continued, my chest was rubbing against Sam's nipples. 

It was driving her wild and deeper and deeper into our 
kiss.

We were both moaning now.

The growing passion between us led to me lifting my left 
leg first onto the side of the bed and then raising my 
whole body up to lie beside her.

The kiss continued.

Sam now had both her arms around my head.

My right arm was still on the pillow next to Sam's head 
but I pushed my hand under the pillow to her right 
shoulder and I turned her so that she ended up on top of 
me.

Sam's arms remained around my head.

The kiss continued.

Sam's breasts were now squashed into my chest.

My left hand ran down to her pyjamas and under the 
elastic to her bum.

I gently rubbed her cheeks.

Sam began to writhe now. Her hips were gyrating first 
one-way and then the other.

There was no way we could maintain contact between our 
lips and they parted leaving us both gasping for air. 

Gradually, our breathing returned to normal.

I withdrew my hand from Sam's bum and slowly eased her 
over onto her back again.
Sam released my head and I pushed myself over onto my 
back also, lying next to her.

I had my right arm around her shoulder.

Sam's head rested on my shoulder and her right arm was 
folded over my chest.

She bent her head upwards, looked into my face and 
smiled.

"I feel so safe lying here with you like this," she 
said.

This is what it's all been about, I thought. Sam's need 
to feel safe and the fact that she needed to cuddle me 
like this to achieve it. To cuddle me as she had when 
she was younger.

I found her right hand and squeezed it.

After a while, Sam said, "Let's get undressed. I want to 
feel you even closer to me."

I hesitated. Should I do this? Hadn't I already achieved 
what I had set out to do in making Sam feel more secure 
again? Then I remembered what I had previously decided. 
I was going to do whatever Sam wanted and forget about 
what I felt was right.

If I stopped now, we might still return to the same 
tensions as before. 

I smiled back at Sam and then sat up and pushed down my 
pyjamas and off.

I looked down at Sam and raised my eyebrows quizzically.

"Take them off for me," she said and smiled again.

I looked down at her and slipped my left thumb under the 
elastic of her pyjamas. I then very slowly pushed them 
downwards.

Sam lifted her bum as I did.

As the top of the pyjamas moved down to the top of her 
legs, I hesitated so that I could take in the beauty of 
her figure, her hips and her juicy little cunt topped by 
tufts of fair pubic hair.

I sighed deeply and Sam smiled again.

I now pushed her pyjamas down to her feet and Sam kicked 
them off.

I lay back on the bed and Sam then immediately clambered 
up on top of me.

She carefully positioned herself so that her cunt was 
directly over my prick and rested her head on my 
shoulder.

My prick took note but did not get too excited. I was 
not looking to excite the situation any further and was 
content to just lie and hold Sam closely.

Sam then asked me to rub her bum again so I moved my 
hand to the base of her spine and ran my fingers down 
onto her cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmm," Sam sighed.

We remained like that for ages just enjoying the 
closeness but then Sam became a bit fidgety.

Firstly, she pushed herself up on her arms which had 
been resting on the bed, either side of me. This meant 
that her breasts were clear of my chest. She then slowly 
lowered herself down again until her nipples just 
touched me and started to wriggle her shoulders first 
one way and then the other which rubbed them against my 
skin.

As she did this, her head went up into the air and her 
eyes closed.

She started to breath deeply.

My prick was more interested now and grew to three 
quarter size under her cunt.
I opened my legs slightly to allow it more space to 
move.

The growing passion in both of us meant that my 
massaging fingers on Sam's bum tightened and I moved my 
right hand down there to join the left. 

I held a cheek in the palm of each hand and rubbed her 
with my thumbs while at the same time rocking her up and 
down which pulled her ever closer into my now raging 
prick.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!" Cried Sam and immediately lowered 
herself down onto my chest and wrapped her arms around 
my neck.

"Oh yes, daddy" Sam cried "Yes!!"

Her cunt was rubbing against my now huge prick which was 
desperately trying to find a way in.

"Oh God, Daddy! Fuck me now!"

I could feel that I was close and quickly turned her 
over onto her back, propping myself up on my arms, one 
either side of her head.

As I turned her, Sam raised her legs up in the air and 
opened them wide.

I guided my rampant prick to her opening. 

We were both so wet from our precum juices that I just 
slipped in.

I knew that Sam was not a virgin and so eased my prick 
in as far as I could and started fucking her.

Sam's arms went up above her head.

My speed then increased. My prick was really hurting and 
I had to get it relief.
Suddenly, I felt myself starting to cum and I cried out 
"Ohhhhhh Sam!!" and thrust in ever more deeply, right up 
to my hilt. 

My balls were slapping against her bum.

And then Sam started to cum as well.

As she did, she let out a loud wail and gripped my arms 
so tightly it hurt.
She wrapped her legs around my waist holding me like a 
vice and I felt her cunt pulsing on my prick exciting me 
beyond belief and forcing me into more and more ever 
deeper thrusts.

Our wails and cries were such that the neighbours may 
well have heard us but the crescendo we had reached 
gradually subsided into little groans of satisfaction 
and then it was over.

I rolled her over yet again making sure I did not slip 
out. My prick had not started to soften and I held her 
tightly trying to keep myself as deeply embedded in her 
as I could for as long as possible.

We lay like that for ages, saying nothing and just 
enjoying the closeness.
My prick eventually softened and slipped out.

Sam sighed deeply.

I left one hand on her bum and moved the other up to 
hold her round her shoulders.

I could feel that Sam was absolutely relaxed. She was 
breathing very shallowly and otherwise did not move at 
all.

Her head was facing away from me.

After a while, I could sense from her breathing that she 
had gone to sleep.
I lay there thinking. Sam had built up so much tension 
in her body in recent months which had all been relieved 
at once and she was suddenly totally exhausted.

I very, very slowly eased her over onto her back and 
slipped out of bed.

I covered her up, reached for my pyjamas and left the 
room, quietly closing the door.

Sam woke about 3 hours later and come downstairs in her 
pyjamas.

I was dressed and sitting at the table in the kitchen, 
reading a newspaper.

She stood behind me before lowering herself and gently 
resting her chin on my shoulder.

She then turned towards my face and kissed me on the 
cheek very lovingly.
Neither of us said anything.

My relationship with Sam was back to the way it had been 
3 years before and that's the way it stayed.

Neither of us ever sought or even thought about any 
further sexual contact. However, we would often touch 
and loved a close cuddle.

When we looked into each other's eyes, there was a deep 
love and trust.

Sam's whole attitude to everything seemed to change and 
she looked different.

Her relationship with her mother improved dramatically 
and she was inundated with boys seeking dates.

Happy days again. 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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