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A Single Stepfather (Timothy Spears)


A Single Stepfather by Timothy Spears

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Being a single stepfather has many challenges, especially when you have a stepdaughter. Rachel’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday and nobody knows where her real father is, so it’s been just the two of us for the past eighteen years. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid. I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty.

It was something I’d avoided thinking about, but before I knew it there she was. My little girl was becoming a woman before I was ready. It fell to me to have “The Talk” with her. It took me a week to work up the nerve and to figure out what I was going to say. I was as uncomfortable as I could be when I first sat her down, but Rachel’s natural curiosity and her open personality made what could have been a painfully awkward conversation into a special moment that brought us closer together.

Then, of course, came the other stuff. I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, but a stepfather taking his stepdaughter bra shopping for the first time makes for an unusual day at the mall. This pales in comparison, however, to having to explain about tampons and all the things that go along with that whole monthly song and dance. And teaching a boy to shave his face is one thing, but, trust me, teaching your stepdaughter to shave her legs is something else entirely.

You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old stepdaughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.

“Eric, I need you to help me with something.” She always
reverted to calling me by my name “Eric” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked.

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 3 / 2018

No. words: 48337

Style: OM Erotica - Step-Parents, OM Erotica - Step-Parents

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Being a single stepfather has many challenges, especially when you have a stepdaughter. Rachel’s mom has been out of the picture since right after her first birthday and nobody knows where her real father is, so it’s been just the two of us for the past eighteen years. It wasn’t easy early on, but I managed to provide a stable home and raise a pretty good kid. I admit she was somewhat of a tomboy, but she was healthy and happy, did well in school, and the two of us got along great. Unfortunately, this didn’t mean I was at all prepared for puberty.

It was something I’d avoided thinking about, but before I knew it there she was. My little girl was becoming a woman before I was ready. It fell to me to have “The Talk” with her. It took me a week to work up the nerve and to figure out what I was going to say. I was as uncomfortable as I could be when I first sat her down, but Rachel’s natural curiosity and her open personality made what could have been a painfully awkward conversation into a special moment that brought us closer together.

Then, of course, came the other stuff. I tried to make it seem as normal as I could, but a stepfather taking his stepdaughter bra shopping for the first time makes for an unusual day at the mall. This pales in comparison, however, to having to explain about tampons and all the things that go along with that whole monthly song and dance. And teaching a boy to shave his face is one thing, but, trust me, teaching your stepdaughter to shave her legs is something else entirely.

You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old stepdaughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.

“Eric, I need you to help me with something.” She always
reverted to calling me by my name “Eric” when she wanted something from me, mainly because it always worked.

“I just gave you your allowance two days ago.”

“It’s not that. You know how I broke up with Steven last month, right?” She sat down on the arm of my easy chair. I hit the pause button on the remote, so I wouldn’t miss anything that the Avengers were up to. “Well,” she continued, “I decided that with school, and getting ready for college, and soccer that I don’t really have time for a boyfriend right now.”

“I love that plan,” I said and meant it.

She gave me a pinch on the arm. “Listen, I’m serious about this. I don’t want a boyfriend, but that means I still have a problem.”

“And that problem is?”

My stepdaughter shifted uncomfortably next to me. “Okay, first, you know I’m not a virgin anymore, right?”
Whoa! The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. I suddenly had no idea where she was going with this. “I wasn’t entirely sure, but, okay, now I know.”

“God, Eric, don’t look so horrified. It’s not like I’m a total slut, or anything. It was only Steven.” She bit her lip and looked away as a slight flush colored her cheeks. “A lot.”

Just what every stepfather wants to hear. Then it dawned on me what she was leading up to.

“Oh, God, you’re pregnant.”

“No!” She smacked me on the shoulder. “Give me a little more credit than that. I’m on the pill and we always used condoms.”

“How long have you been on the pill?”

“I don’t know, like a year. Anyway, that’s not the point.”

I was relieved and somewhat hurt at the same time. “What is the point?”

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I really liked having sex.” She was right, I didn’t want to hear it. “And I really, really miss it.”

I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Maybe this was just a bad dream and I would wake up any second. Rachel pulled my hands away.

“Eric, stop it. I’m trying to tell you that I’m really horny and I need your help.”

“I can’t hear you!” I tried to clap my hands back over my ears, but she held my wrists firm.

“Shut up and stop being such a baby,” she scolded me with a laugh. “So, since I don’t want a boyfriend, and I don’t want to get desperate and start hooking up with random guys, I need you to buy me something.”

“A one-way ticket to a convent?”

“Trust me, if I didn’t have to ask you I wouldn’t, but I need you to buy me a dildo.”

“Huh?” I’d heard her, but it wasn’t registering.

“A dildo, Eric. You know? Like a fake dick.”

“I know what a dildo is. But…but why…”

She gave me one of her patented “how could you be so stupid” looks. “Why do you think?” Rachel was still holding onto my wrists and I was suddenly aware of how close she was. “This is more embarrassing for me than it is for you, Eric, but I don’t know what else to do. I can’t really explain it, but now that I’ve had sex with a boy it feels like something is missing when I do it by myself.”

Was my sweet little stepdaughter honestly saying what I thought she was saying?

“I don’t…um…what…ah…” I was completely failing on every level. I had to get it together.

“I thought that maybe if I had a dildo it would feel more like I was having sex with a boy, and I would be able to concentrate on school stuff better instead of being so horny all the time.”

“That all sounds very reasonable, my darling little princess, but you have to admit this isn’t the sort of thing a stepfather ever wants to hear from his stepdaughter.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I could feel the softness of one of her breasts pressed against my shoulder. I tried to ignore it but failed. “It’s not like I have a mom around to ask for help with this kind of stuff. Even if you at least had a girlfriend, I could talk to her.”

“Let’s not go there right now.” She must be serious if she was playing the mom card.

“Come on, Eric, you were the one who taught me about the birds and the bees and all that stuff. You knew I wasn’t going to be a virgin forever. I’m not a little girl anymore.” She toyed with my hair as she spoke, fixing it the way she liked. This was exactly the kind of intimate contact I was afraid of at that moment. “You’re the one who taught me that sex is a beautiful thing, and that masturbating was a natural part of growing up. You also always told me that I could come to you if I had any questions or problems about sex, so here I am.”

I’d always related sex to my stepdaughter in a very abstract way, but this was real. As a Stepfather, I knew I had to do everything I could to help her, but as a man I couldn’t control my physical response to the thought of my nubile stepdaughter being so desperately horny that she had to ask me for a dildo to masturbate with. I did my best to not think about my growing erection and prayed it would go away before she noticed.

“You’re right,” I conceded. “It’s hard for me to accept that my sweet little girl has somehow grown into a sexy little woman. Go get my wallet.”

“Oh, Eric! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She kissed me on the cheek with each thank you and ran off with a happy squeal.

I took the opportunity to try to tuck my hard-on away so that it wouldn’t be obvious. What kind of a dad was I? It was bad enough that I was paying for my stepdaughter to buy sex toys, but to get an erection over the whole thing was just plain wrong.

“I’ve been doing some research.” Rachel was back quicker than I expected, leaving me only half tucked.

She placed her laptop on my lap. I was relieved at first because it hid the highly inappropriate bulge in my pants, but then I saw what was on the screen: an array of candy-colored dildos and vibrators!

“This site has the best selection, good prices, and free shipping.” She settled back down onto the arm of my chair and leaned in close against me, so we could both see the computer screen. Damn, she smelled good.

“How about I give you my credit card and you can get whatever you want.”

“No, you have to help me pick out the right one. I never had a dildo before, I don’t know what to get.”

“I never had a dildo before either. How am I supposed to know what you need?”

“Because you know everything, Eric.” She reached over and used the touchpad to scroll down the webpage. Her hand was unknowingly hovering just inches above my semi-erect cock. “Okay, so the first thing I have to figure out is if I want just a plain dildo or one that vibrates. What do you think?”

“I guess it depends on if you want to, um…or if you’d rather, ah…” I squirmed uncomfortably.

“C’mon, Eric, don’t be such a prude. Just say what you’re trying to say. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” I took a deep breath and decided to do as she asked and speak directly despite every instinct telling me not to. “Here goes. I suppose the plain dildos would be good for orgasms from penetration, while the vibrators can also stimulate the clitoris.”

Rachel giggled and kissed my cheek. “You don’t have to be all technical. You can just say clit.” She leaned forward to get a closer look at the screen, placing a hand on my thigh to support herself. “I heard vibrators can make you less sensitive.”

“Are you planning on using it five times a day?”

“At least five, but probably more.” She said this with a straight face. When my jaw dropped she broke into a laugh and punched me in the arm. “Just because I’m horny doesn’t make me a complete sex freak, Eric. I plan on using it the normal amount. Maybe three or four times a week. Probably more at first, but then just every other day, or so.”

Visions of my darling stepdaughter sprawled out on her bed with her legs spread having sex with her new toy sprang uninvited into my head. I wanted to be the cool dad and support my girl, but this was going to ruin me as a stepfather.

“As long as you use it in moderation I don’t think you’ll need to worry about your sensitivity.”

“Good, then I’ll get one that vibrates so I can use it on my clit.” She seemed to be deliberately using provocative language. She was probably having fun torturing me like this. “Now we have to figure out what shape would be good. They have all kinds of weird ones like this.” She clicked on one that had a bulbous end and a corkscrew shaft, then another that was a series of increasingly large spherical bulges. “And then they have all these that are in the shape of a penis.” She clicked back and selected one of the lifelike replicas.

I couldn’t get over the fact that I was sitting in my living room looking at a collection of huge dongs with my stepdaughter. It was insane, but I didn’t want to admit that there was a part of me that was beginning to enjoy it. Especially one very specific part of me.


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