I am in an intimate relationship with my step daughter. I am surprised I don't feel guilty about it because I never never looked at this way growing up. Now that it's happening I can't imagine it any other way.

I married her mother when she was five. We ended up getting a divorce when she was sixteen because I caught her screwing her ex.

I kept in occasional contact with my step daughter. I tried make to every one of her school functions I could. What's sad is I never saw her mom and dad at single one. Once she graduated high school, I was the one that toured colleges with her. I about broke down and cried at the first one when induced me as her real dad. She ended up going the university in our home town.

One night, around 2:00 a.m. my doorbell starts ringing continuosly. When I get to the door it's my step daughter. She's sobbing uncontrollably and the right side of her face is swelling up and starting to bruise. I get her sat down on the couch and grab a bag of frozen vegetables. It took awhile but I managed to get her calmed down enough to tell me what happened.

Her so called father came home drunk and high and tried to r**e her while her mother was at work. She managed to fight him off and run from the house. She came straight to my house which is a couple of miles away. Once I found out what happened I was furious. I managed to get a grip on my temper and call the police and then her mother. That night she asked if she could move in with me. She's nineteen at this point so her mother couldn't say anything about it. Her mother was pissed.

She'd been staying with me a couple of months when the discussion over supper turned to boyfriends. In a nut shell, she told me she didn't have one and probably wouldn't for a while. Between school and work she didn't have time. She also said she wasn't really interested in guys her age. I believe the phrase she used was they're all little boys in grown men's bodies and she can't stand to be around them for any length of time. She told me if she was going to date it would have to be someone older. I didn't recognize it at the time, but she gets this look on her face when she is determined to get something and she knows it's going to be difficult. That look hadn't changed since she was little. She had that look that night.

A couple of weeks later she comes to me and wants to ask a favor. She explained all of her clothes were loose and baggy, specifically to hide her body from her dad's stares. Now that he's not in the picture anymore she really really wanted some different clothes. Up to this point she's done everything herself. She's worked her ass off to pay her own way. I had no problem spoiling her once in while. So I took her shopping.

The clothes she was picking out were the polar opposite of what she was wearing now. It wasn't anything different then what I eas seeing other girls her age wear so I didn't think much of it. Then we got to the part of the day where she wanted to pick out what I'll call "ladies foundation undergarments" and oh she so enjoyed making me as uncomfortable as possible. I finally told her I don't need to see what you're picking up. Just let me know how much when you're done. Of course this was a mistake on my part and very intentional on her part.

By the time we get done it was supper time so we have a nice dinner together and head home. Once we get home we both change into conformable clothes to settle in and watch some tv. When she comes out of her room wearing shorts and a top she bought on our shopping trip. All I could think of was who the fuck designs these things. At first glance they're just a set of loose fitting pj's, but a half a second later I realize that while appearing loose and comfortable, they cling and acentuate every curve and what curves she has. For the first time ever I don't see the little five year old girl I first met. I see an insanely beutiful young woman.

I stared I couldn't help it. All I could think of I was as bad as her bio dad. She asked me what I thought. It took me a second to get myself back under control and I told it looked wonderful on her. As soon as I said it I realized she had to have noticed me ogling her. I started to apologize to her for staring at her like her dad. She got a fierce look on her face. You could NEVER look at me like he did. When he looked at me all I saw was lust for something to be possessed, used and tossed away when he was done. It made me feel slimey. I saw lust in you, but also love and adoration. It was completely different than how he looked at me. You're more than welcome to look at me like that anytime.

Another couple months go by and she's slowly wearing down my resolve to treat her like a daughter. Finally, apparently she had lost patience with me. I found out what else she bought besides bras and panties at that store. She came out in a sexy bra, thong, gartebelt, stockings and high heels. She strutted back and forth in front of me a couple of times. She stopped in front of me, spread her legs a little and bent over showing her perfect ass. Her cute clingy pj's were one thing but left no doubt of her intentions. That was the first time we had sex.

We've been together as a couple for a little over two years now. We stopped hiding it about a year ago. We didn't really mske any announcements or anything. Just stopped trying to hide it. We went out to a nice restaurant to celebrate our "coming out". The waitress made the mistake of referring to her as my daughter. I was going to correct her but I received the shut up look and she played my daughter the rest of dinner. When the waitress brought the check she asked my love if she was treating her father tonight. She told the waitress I was getting a treat tonight but I was paying for supper. She got up and gave me an incredibly passionate kiss. The look on the waitresses face was priceless. The couple at the table next to us had figured what was actually going on and thought it was hilarious.

Some people judge but those that know us well are very happy for us. We talking about getting married. Life is good.

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by Anonymous on Apr 5, 2017 at 4:07 AM

Just be careful when agreeing to have children. Old sperm is one of the causes of Autism. Although you are only 42 now. It's something to look into. At least you and she are both happy.

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by Anonymous on Apr 9, 2017 at 8:01 AM

I married my step daughter when her mom passed away. It has been over 10 years we are still together and happy. I could never have kids because I am fixed. Every time when we have sex I told her she reminded me of her mom. Life is good. We are 20 years apart and loving it.

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