Tiffany – Not My Stepdaughter by bdd920

Tiffany – Not My Stepdaughter by bdd920

TIFFANY – NOT MY STEPDAUGHTER

PART 1

CHAPTER 1

I am a 60-year-old divorced man. My ex and I still have a decent relationship. Just can’t live together. Our sex life had been nonexistent the last 5 years we were together. We’ve been divorced for 5 years. So that means 10 sexless years. I haven’t looked for anything. Pretty much decided I do a whole lot better alone.

My ex has a daughter from a previous marriage. Tiffany. She was a teenager when her mother and I got married and we grew fairly close. Being the typical teenager she wanted to rebel against her Mom but she would talk to me. She’s 30 now and has never had a serious relationship. She has some emotional issues that cause her to treat others pretty poorly at times. So all her boyfriends were short term. She’s actually a beautiful girl. But once a guy got to know her a little bit he was gone. Pretty sad situation. But she and I always got along okay. Probably because I didn’t try to step in and replace her Dad. And sometimes I would defend her against her Mom in their arguments. Her Mom is pretty unreasonable sometimes. We still get along really well. I try to help her out where I can. Mostly with car stuff. Oil changes and minor repairs to save her some money. I do the same thing for her mom, my ex. And some home repairs. And they both help me with household stuff when they can.

Anyway, I was out in my driveway one Sunday afternoon washing my truck. I heard a horn and looked up. It was Tiffany going by. Probably on her way to the park to walk her dog. I waved and went back to washing my truck. Just as I was finishing up and rinsing the soap off she drove by the other way headed home. A minute later the other direction again. That’s weird I thought. Musta forgot something at the park. Then, very slowly, back the other way again. I wondered “what the hell is she doing”? Then she came back and pulled into my driveway. She just sat in her car a few minutes while I was putting my stuff away.

Then I walked over to her car and said “Hi, Tiff. Something wrong? I saw you drive by a couple times. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine”, she said.

I said, “I don’t think so. You’re acting a little weird. Anything you want to talk about?” Lots of times when she and her mother aren’t getting along real well she’ll talk to me about it because I know how her mother can be at times.

“Well, maybe,” she said. “That’s why I drove by a few times. Trying to work up the nerve to stop. I’ve wanted to talk to you about this for a while but I’ve been afraid to.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything,” I said.

She said, “Well this is pretty personal. And sensitive.”

I said, “Well you also know I will keep it private. I never share what we talk about. Why don’t you come in and we’ll have a glass of iced tea or something and see where the conversation leads. If you get ready to talk, that’s great. If not, I won’t pressure you. I just want to be helpful.”

“That sounds good,” she said.

We went inside where it was cooler and sat down on my couch with a cool drink. She looked very nervous.

“So how’s things going for you?”, I asked. “Getting settled in your new place? Is your new job still going well?”. She had recently changed jobs. Thus why she was able to move to a better place. I and a few friends had moved her.

“Yeah,” she replied. “That’s all going great.”

We made small talk for about half an hour. Then there was a lull in the conversation.

“So.” she said. “Like I said, I’ve thought about this for a while and when I came by and saw you out I thought this is as good a time as any. But I had to work up my nerve. That’s what I was doing when I was going back and forth. But I don’t think I have the nerve yet.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “But is there anything I should be worried about? Are you in some kind of trouble? Or sick or something?”

“Oh no”, she replied. “Nothing like that. Nothing to be concerned about. Just something I might need some help with.”

“Well, you know I will do anything for you I can. You are family and I love you,” I told her.

“I know you would,” she said. “And I love you, too. But I just can’t bring myself to ask yet.”

“Okay,” I said. “Whenever you’re ready”. With that, she said she had to go, and we hugged and she headed home.

CHAPTER 2

We stayed in touch over the next couple of weeks through text messages, as we usually do. No mention of what she had on her mind. Then one evening she called and asked what I was up to. I told her nothing, just watching a little TV. She wanted to know if she could come over for a visit.

I said, “Sure. I would love to see you. Can I fix something for us to eat?”

She said that would be awesome. We made plans for her to be there at about 7 PM. I showered and baked a couple of pork chops, and made a couple of salads and baked potatoes.

She came at exactly 7 PM as planned. She was all dolled up like she was going on a date or something. As I said earlier she is a very attractive woman. About 5′ 7″, 120 lbs. Blonde hair, blue eyes. I actually prefer brunettes, but I ain’t that picky. She always has a dark tan. Breasts aren’t huge but good size, perky and quite nice. I’d guess maybe 34c. Great ass and legs up to her neck. And, yes, I had noticed as she was growing up. Particularly when we went as a family to the beach. Or she laid out in the yard to tan in her bikini. Or came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. Kinda made me feel like a pervert. But, hey, I’m still a man even if she was my stepdaughter. She was wearing a short white skirt and a sleeveless, red crop-top, I think it’s called, showing some belly. Looked like she just had her hair done, and a little make-up to enhance her natural beauty. And smelled divine.

I said, “Wow! You look fantastic. What’s with being all dressed up? Are you going out afterwards?”

“Thank you”, she said. “And no I’m not going anywhere else. I just wanted to look pretty for a change and feel like a girl again. I don’t do that much anymore.”

I said “You always look pretty. Even without all the make-up and nice clothes.”

“Thank you for saying so,” she replied. “But sometimes a girl just needs to be girly.”

“I understand,” I say. “And you do it quite nicely. Now, shall we sit down and eat?”

We ate our meal over conversation about work, friends, family, and local news. Then I washed dishes, and she dried. After cleaning the kitchen we went out to sit on the back deck with a cup of coffee. We sat in silence enjoying the cooler evening for a little while.

Then she turned to me and said she was ready to talk about what she had mentioned before.

I said, “Okay. Shoot. And rest assured it will stay between us two.”

“Thank you. And I know it will,” she said. She was silent for a minute or so. I could see she was mustering her courage. When she started speaking she was a little red and wouldn’t look at me. She looked pretty flustered.

“Here’s the thing,” she said. “This is really difficult. But I’ll never know if I don’t ask. Women have needs just like a man.”

“Sure,” I said. “Everybody has needs.”

She glanced at me and said, “I don’t think you get my meaning. Needs. Desires. Sex.”

“Oh,” I said. “That IS a sensitive subject. But how can I possibly help with that?”

“Well,” she said. “As you know, I haven’t had a boyfriend in quite a while. And I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll always be alone because I’m such a bitch.”

“You are not,” I said. “You are a very beautiful, intelligent young lady. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

“Yeah,” she said. “You told me that before. And I told you we both know I will always be alone. And it’s true. I just don’t do well in relationships.”

I replied, “I fully understand that. I’m a lot the same.”

“I know,” she said. “And that’s where you come in. I know you aren’t seeing anyone. And Mom told me you two had not had sex for a while before your divorce. So I thought maybe…uh… we could.. um… help each other. You know. With our needs.”

I start to say, “I still don’t see how”… then it dawns on me. Oh shit! Is she asking me to have sex with her? “Just exactly what are you saying, Tiff?”

“You know what I’m saying,” she said. “Neither one of us is getting any. And both of us are pretty much done with other people. So I figure we can, you know, fulfill each other’s needs.”

“Stop right there,” I interject. “Tiffany. I am your stepfather. We can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Not anymore,” she argued. “You and Mom are divorced.”

“Yeah but I still consider you my daughter,” I say. “We can’t. Just can’t. It’s wrong.”

She continued to argue. “What’s so wrong about it? We’re both adults. Not related. And both single and free.”

“Well, for one thing,” I say, “I’m twice your age.”

“That has nothing to do with it,” she replied. “It’s not like we’d be dating, or anything. It’s just sex.”

“But your mother would kill us both,” I say.

“I’m certainly not going to tell her. How would she ever know?” she replied.

“Well, I guess that’s true,” I said. “But there’s another reason we can’t. And this is really embarrassing and hard for me to say. But I have ED. Do you know what that is?”

“Yeah, I know what that is,” she answers. “Erectile dysfunction. “But they make pills for that.”

“Tiffany. It’s just not right”, I argue. “As much as I would love to have sex with a girl as young and beautiful as you, I just can’t.”

She was relentless. “Come on, Dan. You always said you would do anything for me. This is something I really, really need. If you really love me like you say, you’ll help me. And let me help you. It would be beneficial to us both.”

She got up and sat down on my lap. “Whoa!” I said, and jumped up, pushing her off my lap. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She said in a very sexy voice “Oh, come on, Dan. I’ve seen you looking at me before. And I know that look. All women do.”

“Okay,” I said. “I admit I have looked at you “that way.” You are a very attractive and sexy girl. And I am a normal man. So, yeah, I’m gonna look. But that doesn’t mean I would ever do anything”. The truth is I have fantasized about her while masturbating many times. But I didn’t tell her that. And, yes, even though I have ED I can get hard enough to masturbate. And I do have some of the pills she mentioned. To enhance it.