My Secret Obsession
written by:
SexyBeast

I'll never forget the first time I thought I had to fuck my stepdaughter. How could I? I saw her stark naked in our backyard and my cock leapt to attention in a heartbeat. A man doesn't forget something like that. It was a weekday and usually I would have been at work, like her mother, but I forgot the flash drive with my presentation on it and had to run home. When I came home and found the house was quiet I thought Connie was still in bed and I was going to rouse her, considering it was past ten in the morning.

Connie had just completed her freshman year at college and was home for the summer and while her mother was content to let just let her work part time at the local bistro and go to the gym and hang out with her newest loser boyfriend, I thought she should be doing more around the house to earn her keep. Just because she liked to stay out till all hours did not mean she couldn't get up and help take care of the house. I ran upstairs and checked her room, but the door was open and she wasn't there. Her car was out front, so I wondered if one of her friends picked her up for the gym. Connie is a compulsive gym rat. On days she can't make it she's using the treadmill in our finished basement. Her looks are very important to her and let's just say that between all that time working out and spent tanning it shows. She's a gorgeous girl and has no shortage of boys chasing after her. I knew from an early age she was going to get trouble if she wasn't careful. I've never approved of any of the boys she's brought home, but I guess no one will ever be good enough for my little princess.

I pulled the flash drive out of my desk drawer and as I was turning a caught a glimpse of movement from the backyard. I looked out from the second floor window and could not believe what I saw. There was my stepdaughter lying on a lounger in the middle of the backyard with nothing on but her sunglasses. She was listening to her iPod and from her stillness I thought she was probably napping. Her flowing, curly back hair was fanned out around her head and with the way her golden skin gleamed with the tanning lotion she looked like a vision. My eyes swept from her gorgeous face over her pert, perfect breasts and down to the juncture between her legs, which were parted just enough that I could see she was completely smooth down there. I was like a statue and I don't know how long I stood looking down at her.

Of course I felt guilty when I realized how turned on I was. My cock strained against my pants and was telling me, Take me out, stupid. I couldn't. That was my stepdaughter down there. No matter how incredibly sexy she was, it was still Connie, my princess. I may not be her bio-father, but I've been in her life since she was a kid and I know she sees me like a father, especially since her real one is never around.

I knew she was a woman now, I'd known for a while, but this really brought it home. She's tiny, not more than five feet tall, but she's got the slender curves of a woman. So, yeah, I noticed that she had become a beautiful young woman, but I never looked at her like this! I kept watching for a few moments more, drinking in every detail and then tore myself away. I slipped right out of the house like I'd never been there.

It was difficult to get through my presentation that afternoon. I'd never been so distracted in my life. I could not have been more relieved when I found Connie was already out when I got home from work. I was frisky with my wife all night and we took advantage of having the house to ourselves that night. I don't think she knew what hit her because I was all over her like a teenager. She and Connie bear more than a passing resemblance, but my wife has definitely filled out with age. Still, she's a beautiful woman like Connie and it was all too easy to keep flashing on my stepdaughter laying out there in the backyard. I came quickly the first time and I think my wife was shocked when I wanted a round two. That hadn't happened in years. Afterward I passed right out without ever hearing Connie come in, but that wasn't so unusual. She never came home at a decent hour.

Over the next few days I tried to avoid Connie as much as possible. When I saw her in passing one night, she was on her way to see her skeevy boyfriend Rob, I couldn't even look her in the eye. Luckily she was oblivious. The problem was I could not keep her naked body out of my mind and every time I popped up, so did I. I was having sex every night and I think I was wearing her mother out. Guilt over the true reason for my horniness did not stop me from trying to abate it.

As I thought on Connie sunning herself in the buff in our backyard I wondered how often she was out there. Her tan is flawless and now I know there are no lines. A high wooden fence surrounds our backyard and the neighbors are far enough off that she wouldn't have to worry about them seeing her, but anyone in our house would have a perfect view. I would sit at working thinking about that, wondering if Connie was out in the backyard at that moment. I couldn't take it forever and finally gave in. I made my excuses and said I had to run home to grab something.

My heart thudded in my chest as I let myself into the house as silently as possible, not that Connie would have heard me from the backyard, not with her iPod earbuds in. I knew she was home because her car was out front. I was already hard and silently prayed, Let her still be sleeping. I knew how creepy I was being. I passed her room on the way to my office and saw that once again her bedroom was empty. I entered my darkened home office, braced myself, and went to the window.

I'd left the blinds drawn when I went to work that morning. Maybe subconsciously I knew I would need cover later. I turned the rod so the blinds opened enough for me to see outside, casting bars of light across the room. I peeked between the blinds and there she was, lying on her stomach on the lounge with her feet in the air and facing away from me and totally nude once again, aside from her sunglasses, of course. She was holding a paperback book, probably one of those trashy romance novels her mother got her into reading. She dropped her legs flat on the lounge, giving me a perfect view of her tight little ass. She had the kind of fit, firm ass men dream about. My cock was throbbing in my pants again, but I resisted touching myself. Instead, I just kept watching my stepdaughter.

Connie turned over and sipped from a bottle of water on the ground beside her and then went back to reading, careful to make sure the book did not cast a shadow on her. My eyes drank her in, from her cute, red painted toes to the dark nipples that capped her breasts to her slender neck and pretty face. Her pink lips parted slightly as she read and I could have sworn I saw her tongue poke out as she read. I was too far away to be sure. As she read, she toyed with the little jewel that pierced her belly button.

As I watched, Connie brought her hand up and slowly started caressing her breast. At first I thought she must have an itch or something, but then I realized she was not scratching. She ran her fingers across her breast, all around her nipple , and then rubbed the hardening little nub. I could not be seeing what I thought. There was no reason for her to touch herself like that unless she was turned on. She kept caressing her breast and then any doubt was erased from my mind when that hand dipped down and she touched her pussy. Connie spread her legs for easier access and just casually stroked her mound while she kept reading the book.

I had never even thought about the possibility of my sweet stepdaughter being sexual at all, let alone masturbating. I guess if I was realistic I had to know she wasn't a virgin, not the way she dressed sometimes and not with the boys she chose to date, but that still didn't mean she was so horny that she had to pleasure herself on top of that. I don't think her mother does it. But there was my little princess, laying in our backyard and rubbing her cunt. I guess those romance novels get hotter than I thought. I could see she was rubbing more deliberately now, pressing her fingers between her lips.

Watching the scene unfolding in the backyard was more than I could bear and I just couldn't resist taking my cock out. I dropped my pants and tugged on my prick. Leaning forward, I almost tripped and slammed into the wall and the window. Smooth! The blinds clattered against the glass and for a second I pulled back, petrified that Connie would realize I was watching her. But then I realized that she was focused on her book and whatever her iPod was playing and I leaned closer to the window again.

Connie had set the book aside and was touching herself with both hands and her thighs splayed wide. She rubbed her clit with one hand while she used two fingers from the other to penetrate herself. She showed no sign she knew I was there. How could she masturbate right there in the open? Somehow that made it all the hotter. Her mouth was open and even through the closed window I was sure I could hear her squealing. Fortunately, our neighbors on both sides work or someone else might have heard her. Her head was thrown back and her squeals got louder. I was working my cock like a madman and I don't know that we came together, but it had to be pretty close. Connie drew her legs up, squeezing them together, while I was blasting my load all over the wall. I fell back against my desk and tried to catch my breath.

Shit, that was hot! The endorphins flooding my system kept the guilt at bay, at least for the moment. I was going to grab some tissues from the bathroom and clean the wall when I heard the patio door downstairs slide open. Holy crap! Connie was in the house. I heard her on the steps and quickly ducked behind my desk. She walked past the door and into the bathroom. I quickly pulled my pants up and then when I heard the water running I scurried out of the room and down the stairs. I was out the door and around the block before I stopped the car.

My hands were shaking so I gripped the wheel to steady them. I almost got caught! It was divine justice. I was doing something I shouldn't be and I was very nearly punished. My God, what would Connie have done if she caught me? If she told her mother I would be done. Divorce, shame. Jesus, what was I thinking? I guess lust can make you go out of your mind.

When I walked in the door that night I was on pins and needles. Connie's car was there. Was I walking into an ambush? I couldn't be sure she didn't see me or hear me. I heard sounds coming from the kitchen and I took a deep breath before going in. "Hey honey," I said to my wife.

"You're home late. You almost missed dinner. You don't want to miss one of the rare times Connie is gracing us with her presence," she replied.

"Yeah, Daddy, you're always complaining that I'm not around enough. Well, here I am," Connie said. She stopped setting the table long enough to do a little twirl. She was all tanned limbs in a white tank top and jean shorts cut off too high. They framed her ass perfectly. I could also tell she was wearing a pink bra underneath that tank top. I felt my cock tingling and I looked away quickly.

"No work tonight?" I asked.

"No, but I am going to catch a movie with Rob later."

"Maybe you could stay in and watch something with me and your mom."

"Sweetie, nineteen-year-old girls do not want to stay in with their parents."

"I promise we'll spend some time together, Daddy," Connie said. She came over and had to stand up on her tip toes to kiss me on the cheek.

"Just try not to stay out too late," I said, reluctantly accepting her hug. I did not think her being around all night was a good idea, but I couldn't help thinking about that Rob with his grubby hands all over her. Now they I knew she was horny I couldn't stop thinking about my stepdaughter's sex life. I closed my eyes and saw her touching herself in the backyard. I forced the image from my mind and sat at the table before someone noticed the lump in my pants.

I mostly looked down at my plate throughout dinner and then excused myself, saying I had to check my email. The mess I made was still on the wall in my office, so I cleaned it up with a washcloth and then hid out until Connie left for the evening. She acted completely normal at dinner, so I figured I was safe. Having gotten away with my pervy behavior once, I promised myself I would not spy on my stepdaughter again.

It was a promise I kept for a couple weeks. I could not put Connie masturbating out of my mind, but I resisted the pull of sneaking home to try and catch her doing it again. While I was proud of my restraint, I was disgusted with myself for having to exercise it. I tried to avoid her because I still felt a stirring whenever she was around. The little outfits she pranced around in didn't help. I wondered if I would ever be able to look at my stepdaughter the same again. What happened next made that impossible.

I was having trouble sleeping. Quite honestly, I didn't think I could handle another dream about Connie. The dreams always went a lot like that Phoebe Cates scene in Fast Times At Ridgemont High, except I was Judge Reinhold and Connie was Phoebe Cates. She walked up to me and peeled off her bikini top, but instead of it ending there, like in the movie, in my dream Connie dropped to her knees and blew me. The times I had that dream I woke up with a powerful erection and had to run off to the bathroom to beat off. I told myself that beating off thinking about my stepdaughter wasn't as bad as beating off while watching her.

So I was laying bed with my wife fast asleep beside me when I heard Connie come in downstairs. She was not alone. I assumed the male voice belonged to Rob and I wondered why he was in the house. He did not come in when he picked her up. I could hear Connie shushing him, but they were hardly quiet. It's a good thing her mother could sleep through a tornado. I heard them for a few moments more and then there was silence. I did not hear the front door close and Connie never came upstairs. I told myself, leave it, because I suspected they might be up to no good. The last thing I needed was to catch my stepdaughter fooling around with her boyfriend, but I hated the idea of that loser pawing her under my roof, while I was home. I was resolved to break up whatever they were doing and toss the bum out on his ear.

I tried to tell myself that she wouldn't fool around with some guy while we were in the house. I thought Connie had more sense than that. I bent over and checked before I came down the steps, but they weren't in the living room. The kitchen was dark too, but the door leading to the basement was cracked and I heard hushed sounds from down there. Moving as stealthily as possible, I eased the door open further to see the lights were on down there, but I could not see anything else from to the top of the steps. Those old steps would have made a racket if I even tried to sneak down one or two, so I stayed put. Maybe they're just watching a movie, I thought. But no, those sounds I heard were not coming from the television.

Straining, I thought I heard someone shifting on the couch, or maybe the rustling of clothes. There was also the sound of heavy breathing. I concentrated harder and I was sure I heard the breathing and maybe kissing. In my mind's eye, I could see Connie pinned down on the couch, with Rob on top of her, him pushing his hand under her top. I wasn't sure what she wore when she went out that night, but I know she likes short skirts, so in my vision she was wearing one. That made it too easy for Rob to reach her pussy. I was rock hard and rubbing myself without even realizing it through the sweatpants I wore to bed. In my mind my princess was not resisting at all, but even encouraging his attentions.

"Girl, that feels so fucking good. Goddam you're good," Rob moaned.

Okay, that changed everything I thought. I was sure I still heard those kissing sounds, but it wasn't kissing I heard. I heard sucking. Now when I closed my eyes I saw Rob sitting on the couch and Connie on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing up and down, her mass of thick curls flowing across his lap. And according to Rob, my stepdaughter was a good little cocksucker. Was that from experience? I couldn't remember the last time her mother sucked my cock. I couldn't help myself and reached in to my sweatpants to stroke myself.

"Damn, Con, not yet," Rob told her. I heard more movement and a zipper pulled down. Obviously, his zipper was already down, so I imagined Connie was undressing. There were the sounds of more shift, maybe clothes coming off, and then I heard what I was sure was fucking. It sounded like they were on the couch and it was like a quiet squeaking. Not loud like a bed, but there was no mistaking the steady rhythm of those sounds, especially not when their moans were added to the mix.

"Oh, baby, do it. Baby, don't stop," Connie murmured.

"God, I'm never gonna stop. Shit, you're so fucking hot, Connie," Rob groaned.

I could hear them speeding up and Connie's squeals overlaid by his moans. They were high pitched squeals, just like when she was alone outside. She let out a particularly loud one and then it sounded like something was muffling her. Was she biting something? Was Rob's hand over her mouth? I could imagine her struggling to stay quiet. I pictured Connie with her legs high in the air while Rob pounded away at her cunt. I was working my prick overtime and it wasn't long before I made a huge mess in my sweatpants. I sagged against the wall and tried to catch my breath.

"Baby...baby!" Connie squealed.

"Oh shit, Con!"

Again I heard her muffled squeals and then there was nothing. I figured that at least Rob came, but from her cries I thought my stepdaughter probably did too. Quietly, I snuck away from the basement door and made my way back upstairs to the bathroom, where I used a wet washcloth to clean myself up. After that I slipped back into bed next to my slumbering wife. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close.

Connie came up the steps and went right into the bathroom. I heard water running and her knocking around for a few minutes and then she went into her room and closed the door. I hoped she got a good night's sleep, because there was no way I was going to get a wink of shut eye. I wondered if they ended every date by sneaking down to our basement and screwing their brains out. I guess it's better than him fucking her in his back seat in some parking lot, but I still didn't like it. Of course, there was nothing I could do about it, was there? I could confront Connie, but I didn't trust myself to not give something away, some tell that would let her know that I did more than just overhear her. No, I had to let it go.

If I was going to let my stepdaughter screw under my roof I might as well get something out of it. If there was a live sex show going on in my basement, I might as well see it as well as hear it. I knew it was sick, but by that point I knew I couldn't just let my obsession with Connie go. Yes, it was an obsession, I admit it. Seeing her masturbate had been so hot I just couldn't pass on the chance to really see her in action. I told myself I had a right since it was going on in my house. The very next day I went to one of those spy stores on my lunch hour and bought a full color hidden camera with sound. The thing was a tiny tube, like a lipstick container, and it connected to a pack about the size of a deck of cards, which would transmit to our home network. I would be able to sit at the computer and watch whatever was happening in the basement. There was a bookcase full of my wife's knickknacks and I found I could easily conceal the camera there and angle it so I had a perfect view of the couch. All I had to do now was make sure it was fully charged and wait for my next opportunity.

I did not have to wait long. For the first time in weeks, my inability to sleep was working out for me. A couple nights later I heard Connie come in with Rob and I could tell by the sudden quiet that they went down to the basement again. I checked to make sure my wife was asleep and then I snuck into my office and fired up the computer. I plugged in headphones so I could hear the action.

Once I logged in to the camera in the basement, I saw Connie and Rob together on the couch. She was sitting in his lap with her arms around his neck and they were making out. Rob's hands were everywhere and her little outfit, a short, colorful skirt and a skimpy baby doll top, did not offer any defense. He went from rubbing her breasts through her top to rubbing her leg and sliding his hand higher, toward the short hem of her skirt. Her skirt rode up when he slipped his hand under it. That hand disappeared from view and her legs parted just enough to give him access. I saw Connie jump and grip Rob tighter. He kept his hand working and she pulled at his shirt, trying to get it off of him.

Rob pulled his shirt off and then grabbed her again, tilting her back and kissing her and down onto her chest. His hand went back between her legs and this time her skirt rode up enough that I could almost see everything. It was such a frustrating tease. She held the back of his head, guiding him lower and pulled the straps of her top off her shoulders and peeled it down. She wasn't wearing a bra with it and those perfect breasts popped into view. He started kissing and sucking her breasts and she tilted her head back and moaned, "Oh, baby." His hand moved faster between her legs and I knew he had to be fingering her and her moans turned to those squeals that signaled she was getting really turned on. She was working her hips and his hand, pushing herself onto his fingers.

Connie climbed off his lap and went to her knees on the floor while I pulled my cock out. I knew I could cum in about two seconds, but I was trying to take it slowly because I wanted to enjoy the whole show. Rob's pants went down too and she buried her face in his lap. I couldn't see much of what she was doing, but by the way her head was moving and he was moaning I knew she was doing something pretty good. She started bobbing up and down and he held her by her ponytail and helped her slow down.

"Fuck girl, slow down or I'm gonna bust my nut. Damn, girl," Rob moaned.

After a couple more minutes of Connie going down, Rob pulled her face out of his lap and then jumped off the couch and pushed her forward, while he knelt behind her. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and then pulled her thong down so it was around her knees. I had sort of a three-quarter side of them and I saw Rob's cock for a second, a second too long for my taste. I'm no expert on male parts, but he didn't seem that big. I know I'm bigger. Why was my stepdaughter making such a big deal about him when they screwed around? He shoved his prick into Connie, pushing her forward, and she squealed loud enough to make my ears hurt. I couldn't believe she didn't make this mook put on a condom!

Holding her cute ass, he rammed his cock into my princess over and over, while she stayed bent over the edge of the couch, with her arms resting on the cushions. He grunted with every thrust and I heard their bodies slapping together. Connie just squealed constantly, but gave a sharp cry when Rob pulled on her ponytail, using it like reins while he fucked her. It looked like my stepdaughter liked the rough stuff.

"Fuck yeah, girl. What a fuckin' pussy!" Rob moaned. I should have been furious to hear him talking to my sweet girl that way, but instead it made my cock throb. I was whacking off like a maniac as I watched them.

"Oh, yes, baby! Yes! Yes!" Connie cried over and over. When she got close to cumming, he just went back to squealing and then she reached a super high pitch and shivered all over and slumped against the couch. Rob was still fucking her hard, pulling her hair, but he did not hold out long. Neither did I.

"Fuck, here it comes," he announced.

"Pull out, baby. Pull out!" Connie whimpered.

Rob whipped it out just fast enough to deposit his load on the small of her back, in the gap between her top and her skirt. He kept jacking his cock and plastered her good. Seeing him cum all over her was the last straw for me and I was dropping my own load into a waiting tissue. I watched them murmur sweet nothings to each other for a couple minutes and then shut down the computer as Connie was fixing her clothes. She just stepped out of her stretched out thong and held it in her hand. A couple minutes after I was safely back in bed and I heard the front door close and then she came upstairs and went into the bathroom.

What a show! As sick as it was, I knew watching my stepdaughter screw her boyfriend would be hot, but I didn't anticipate her going for it like that. She looked so sexy on her knees taking it from behind. What a wanton little thing she was! Instead of being a concerned stepfather, all I could think about was watching it all again. Of course I had recorded the whole thing on the computer.

That was far from the last show I watched on the basement camera. Over the next week or so I watched them fuck about half a dozen times. It seemed like every time Connie went out with him they snuck down to the basement at the end of the evening for a quick screw. And it was usually quick. I don't think they ever took more than twenty minutes. It was like having my own personal porn channel and Connie never disappointed. Rob took her in every position, on her back, from behind, she rode him, he even just bent her over at the waist while she was standing and fucked her that way. I liked watching her ride him because she was in control, although I couldn't see much, and it was cool to see him go down on her because I really got to watch the way her body moved and the faces she made when she climaxed. One night my heart almost stopped because I thought I was discovered.

They got right down to business that night. Connie stripped off her tank top and shorts almost as soon as they walked into the basement. She pushed Rob down on the couch and pulled his baggy shorts right off too. She dropped to her knees and started sucking him with her ass pointed right at the camera. Her pussy looked perfect framed between her thighs like that. Rob even seemed surprised.

"Damn, girl, you're on fire tonight."

"I just want you to fuck the shit out of me," Connie cooed, between slurps of his cock.

She sucked him off for a couple more minutes and then stood up and turned around. Easing back, she straddled his lap and grabbed his prick. This was a new one for me. She sat on his cock, facing away from him, turned right toward the camera. I had a perfect shoot of her riding his cock. I couldn't believe it. This was gold! I didn't think girls really did that outside of porn. Her legs were spread wide, completely opening her up, and she rode him up and down like a piston. He held her hips to keep her balanced, but she did all the work. Her perky breasts bounced sexily as she pounded up and down on his shaft. In the middle she paused and gyrated her hips with his cock buried in her.

"Oh, fuck me, Con! Shit!" Rob moaned.

Connie teased him like that a little bit and then went back to riding him, this time slamming up and down even harder. Her squeals were so loud I could almost hear them without the headphones. She'd better not wake her mother, I thought.

My heart froze. She was staring right into the camera. I was sure of it. "Fuck! Fuck me! Ohhh, fuck me hard!" She cooed. She grabbed both her breasts and squeezed them as she rode him. "Oh God! Oh God!" I couldn't believe it! She had to know I was there! To my shame, being found out did not stop me from beating off. What I was seeing was just too damned hot!

No, I told myself. There's no way she knows, or she would have stopped. I knew it had to just be a trick of the camera because she was facing it. I finally breathed, just in time to shoot my load. I gritted my teeth and pumped my cock until it was drained. My stepdaughter still rode that cock and if I thought that was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, it wasn't. She had one more surprise.

After she reached a loud, squealing orgasm, Connie hopped off his cock and knelt down and put him back in her mouth. Jesus, she was a crazy little slut! I hated thinking that about my princess, but what else could I think? She sucked him for a minute or so and then pulled it out. She was at just enough of an angle that I could see her jacking his cock and then see it when he let fly and shot his load all over her face. She held her mouth open and caught a blast or two, but he still coated her cheek and nose and eyes.

"Shit, Con! Holy shit!" Rob moaned. I seconded that!

I shut the computer down immediately. I just couldn't believe what I was witnessing. This was the hottest session I'd seen yet and I swear it was like Connie was performing for the camera, but she couldn't know it was there. There was just no way. She would have told her mother, or called me out for the sicko I was. I just couldn't accept it. I convinced myself that Connie was just super horny that night, but I did think I needed to cool things down for a while. I was already having enough trouble being around my stepdaughter without wanting to do something, but after that performance I didn't know if I would be able to see her without imagining her taking a load to the face.

Being the maniac I am, I was only able to stay away for a few nights. When I saw Connie during the day, my cock sprang to immediate attention and I hid it the best I could. She was as sweet as ever and gave no indication that she knew about my nighttime activities. That was almost worse. She would hug me and I would have to turn so she wouldn't feel my erection pressing into her. I was awash in guilt, but not so much that it stopped me from jerking off twice a day while watching her sex videos. And I still wanted more, so after staying away as long as I could, I finally went back to the camera when I heard her come home one night. I could hear that she went down to the basement instead of coming upstairs.

When I got the computer running and I logged on to the camera, I was surprised by what I saw. Connie was sitting on the couch in the basement by herself, unzipping her hoody and pulling it off. She was wearing a red stretch cami underneath and I could see the straps of a black bra poking out. Rob was nowhere to be seen. She stared right into the camera and what happened next almost killed me.

"Come down here, Daddy. I know you're there watching. Stopping hiding upstairs and come down and see me."

No, she couldn't have found out. I did not want to believe it. If this was true my life as I knew was over. I sat there frozen, staring at the monitor.

"Come down here or I am going to come up and get you. Come down here now," she repeated. Oddly, she did not seem angry or freaked out. The last thing I needed was to deal with this with her mother sleeping in the next room, so I shut down the computer and headed to the basement. Maybe there was some way I could do damage control. Maybe I could buy her silence.

When I got to the basement she was lounging back on the couch. She didn't say anything as I came into the room, but just looked at me. I am sure I was a sight in my t-shirt and sweatpants. I felt like a stereotypical middle aged pervert. She patted a space on the couch beside her and said, "Come and sit, Daddy."

I sat down and just vomited up an apology. Maybe I was trying to stun her with the sheer volume of my words.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I don't know what to say. I know I'm sick and I know you are disgusted and frightened and you probably want to see me thrown in jail, but I swear I never meant to hurt you. I couldn't help myself. I'm sick. I need to get help."

"Daddy, Daddy, calm down. It's okay, I'm not going to send you to jail or tell Mom or anything like that. Just breathe, okay? Stop freaking out." She took my hand and patted it. I couldn't believe how calm she was being. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself.

"Connie, I'm sorry. This is all so crazy. I can't imagine what you think of me."

"I was pretty freaked out at first. The first time I noticed you I didn't even know it was you. I thought someone broke into the house. I didn't even react because I hoped they would just go away."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She wasn't making sense. Did she think someone broke in and hid a camera in our basement? That was crazy. Maybe she just couldn't fathom her stepfather being so sick. I just felt guiltier.

"I've known you like to watch me for a while, Daddy. I saw you up in the window, watching when I was tanning in the backyard."

"Oh, God!"

"I thought I was going crazy. Maybe I was just seeing things up there. Who else would be in your office, except for you, right? So I thought it was just the sun on the window. But then when I went inside I thought I heard the front door close and I ran to the window just in time to see your car pulling away. And then I went in your office and saw the mess you left."

"Oh, God," I murmured. Not only did she know I was watching her, but she knew I was beating off while I was doing it. My life was over.

"Daddy, really, it's okay. Well, I guess it's not okay, but I'm not freaked out any more. I thought I was going to be sick when I saw that, but then I tried to think about it from your point of view. I mean, just because I'm your stepdaughter doesn't mean you're not going to notice me, I guess. You probably couldn't help how you reacted when you saw me back there."

"I couldn't."

"I think I understand, because I'm pretty horny too. Like, I could have sex all the time."

Hearing her say that made my cock twitch and I looked away.

"So when I put myself in your position I could understand. And then when I really thought about it, it made me feel good. Maybe that's sick, but it made me feel sexy, because if I'm so hot that you couldn't help yourself, then I must be really hot. And that makes me horny."

"Connie..."

"Daddy, it's okay. We're both adults here."

I wasn't so sure about that, but I let it slide. I felt like my sickness was infecting her.

"I can't help it. I think about you watching me and jerking off and it makes me so hot." She wasn't just patting my hand now, but she was stroking it. "I couldn't tell if you were up there watching me any more, but I imagined you were and it made me so hot when I touched myself in the backyard."

"Honey, you know this isn't right," I said. So if I had kept coming home during the day I would have seen her masturbating again.

"I don't care. I knew you didn't see me the same any more because you started acting so weird around me. Don't think I didn't know you were hard because you tried to turn away," she giggled. I turned bright red. "I thought maybe I should say something, but then I thought it was better as our little secret. I didn't want to make you feel guilty."

"That's not possible."

"You shouldn't. Anyway, I didn't see any more signs of you, so I thought you just stopped. But then I found the camera."

"How?"

"I know you think I'm lazy, but I do straighten up around here. I found it while I was cleaning. You really should have hidden it better. What would you have told Mom if she found it?"

"I don't know. I wasn't exactly thinking clearly. How long did you know about the camera?"

"I think you know. I think you could tell when I started doing things for you, not just for Rob."

"Connie, I don't know what to say." I knew she was looking at the camera. I wasn't crazy. Well...

"You don't have to say anything. God, I've never cum that hard in my life. I don't think poor Rob knew what hit him. He must think I'm doing drugs!" She giggled again, like a girl, and her bright smile was so beautiful, but this was all so wrong. I had to blame myself for twisting her like this.

"I stopped watching. I knew it was wrong and I stayed away, until tonight."

"I know. After I found the camera I found where you hid the video files on the computer. Damn it, Daddy, I looked so fucking hot. I don't want to sound conceited, but I really do understand why you couldn't help yourself." That was my girl, never one to suffer low self-esteem. "I saw you had stopped recording and it bummed me out. I loved knowing you were watching and then watching the videos myself. I made myself cum so many times watching those videos."

"Maybe we shouldn't talk like this," I said, guilty at the way my prick was throbbing. She was flushed and animated and so clearly excited. Had I created a monster?

"Why not? We need to talk about it, because I want you back."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that once I realized you weren't watching it killed it for me. Sex with Rob just wasn't as much fun. That's when I knew I had to get you back. I sent Rob home instead of bringing him down here and I talked to the camera. I didn't know if you were up there, but I knew you couldn't stay away forever."

"Connie, this has to end here. I'm grateful you don't hate me, but how can we go on like this? I can't keep lusting after you and masturbating like I have been. It's not right."

"Who says what's right? We're both consenting adults. We decide what's right for us."

"Connie ..."

"Daddy, I understand if you can't just keep watching me from the shadows. I understand how frustrating that must be. I don't expect you to just watch any more."

"What are you saying?" I said cautiously. I did not want to understand what she was getting at.

"I'm not letting you go. I'm willing to do whatever I have to to get you back, Daddy."

"Connie, if you mean what I think you mean ..."

"You want me. I know it. I can see it in your eyes. I'm right here, Daddy."

"We can't go there."

"You don't have to deny yourself any more. Knowing you want me makes me so hot. I want you, too. I'm ready."

When I didn't move, Connie lay back and started touching herself through her clothes. She cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples until I could see them through her top, and then she pushed her hand in her tight jeans and moaned as she touched herself down there. Her eyes were locked on mine the whole time. I tried as hard as I could not to react. My cock was screaming to come out and play and I gripped the couch with white knuckles. I stared at my sexy stepdaughter and hated myself for what I wanted. Was this what drug addicts feel like?

Connie stood up and posed in front of me. "Maybe you just like to watch." She pulled the cami over her head and leaned forward when she dropped it on the couch beside me and her cute tits looked like they were going to spill right out of her skimpy lacy black bra. "Is that it, Daddy? Do you just want to watch me?" She massaged her breasts again, this time with just her bra in the way and they looked amazing being mashed up in her sexy bra like that. I rested my hands in my lap, but it not actively touch myself. However, my willpower was hanging by a thread. She reached back and unhooked her bra and dropped it my lap. For the first time I was seeing those tits up close and they really were perfect. They probably weren't bigger than B cups, but they looked incredible on her tiny frame. Her nipples were crinkled and hard and she pinched and rolled them. I stared at her chest mesmerized. All I had to do was reach out and touch her.

"My nipples are soooo sensitive. I just love having them played with, Daddy. Are you sure you can't help me?"

I was rubbing the lump in my pants and while that was insane, it was the best place for my hands.

Connie unsnapped her jeans and turned around. God, they hugged her ass perfectly. I was rubbing myself harder. She thrust her butt back at me as she pulled her jeans down. She was only wearing a thong and there was not a tan line in sight on that tight ass and I couldn't keep from sliding my hand in my sweatpants and grabbing my cock. She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them away. She smiled when she turned back around and saw where my hand was.

"I knew you couldn't help yourself. But is that what you really want, Daddy? Wouldn't you rather be touching me?" Connie stepped between my legs. She was so close I could feel the heat off her body and smell her arousal. She wasn't kidding, this really did make her hot. My stepdaughter was a sick as I was. Should I be proud? I couldn't think about how I should react because I was too busy reacting. With Connie so close I gave in and did what she wanted. What I wanted.

I put my hand on her flat, smooth stomach and slid it up until it was covering her tit. That stiff little nipple burned into my palm and I massaged her supple flesh. I was slow at first, like a man in a trance, just softly touching her, but that contact made my hunger grow and I pinched her nipple hard, remembering how she liked it when Rob pulled her hair.

"Mmm, Daddy, that feels so good." She ran her fingers through my hair and my other hand came up and I played with both her tits while she moaned her encouragement. I pressed my face to her torso and she just smelled so good, so clean, so fresh.

I started kissing her there, kissing her bellybutton, kissing all that taut flesh. God, I wanted her. I was not going to deny it any more. She straddled my leg and came down so her breasts were in my face. I devoured them. I kissed and nibbled all around her nipple, letting my tongue flick out at it. Connie squealed and kept trying to push her nipple into my mouth, but I resisted. It was my turn to tease. She was rubbing her pussy against my leg, leaving a wet spot on my sweatpants. She just kept moaning, "Daddy, Daddy."

I finally sucked that nipple into my mouth, and tugged it with my teeth and she squealed loudly. I loved the sounds she made when she was turned on. I was kneading her other tit with my hand and then I switched. God, I wanted all over her at once. I kept going back and forth, consuming her chest until she pulled my face to hers.

That first kiss was so hot. Connie thrust her tongue into my mouth and I met it with my own, batting at it and sucking on it. My princess was a fantastic kisser. She was rubbing harder into my leg and working her knee against my crotch. It almost reminded me of a lap dance and I wondered again how she got so good at these things. There was a lot about my stepdaughter I was going to have to find out, but for now I was content to just explore her body, not her past.

Connie stood up again and peeled down her thong. It didn't cover much, but it was mind blowing to see her so naked and so close. She was perfectly smooth down there, not a hint of any hair and it made her wetness even more apparent. Her lips glistened and I could just see her pink, swollen lips. The scent of her arousal was so strong it was intoxicating. I pulled her forward and kissed her thighs, slowly zeroing in on my target. I kept her standing, feeling it provided me some control. So far, my stepdaughter was the aggressor. She was cooing and squealing and squirming, trying to get me to kiss her cunt, but I took my time and slowly worked my way there. I figured I might not be a hot young guy like Rob, but I had experience and I planned to show Connie how much that counted for. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and her knees almost buckled. If I wasn't holding onto her hips I think she might have fallen over. I pressed my tongue deeper as I swiped it up and down and then I peeled her open with my thumbs and darted my tongue inside her.

"Oh, Daddy!" Connie squealed.

I French kissed her down there, pressing my tongue into her while I kissed and sucked on her pussy. God, she was dripping wet and she tasted so good. I could have licked her down there all night. I flicked my tongue in and out of her like I was fucking her with it and Connie trembled and held onto my head. Slurping, I worked up to her clit and pushed two fingers into her. She put a foot up on the couch, opening her wider and giving me better access. I criss-crossed her clit and plucked at it with my tongue. Connie got really unsteady on her feet and I swung her around in one, swift motion throwing her down on the couch. She pulled her legs back and apart, holding her legs behind the knees, spreading herself for me completely. I got onto the floor between her legs and dove right back in. I orally attacked her clit, working it over with my tongue, while I fingered her faster and faster and her squeals grew so loud that she bit the side of her hand to stifle them when she came. Connie bucked her hips up at me and I held on tight, licking up all her sweet nectar.

I fell on top of her and we kissed furiously. Connie couldn't get enough, which was a nice change since her mother is so hesitant to kiss me after I go down on her. My stepdaughter held my face with both hands and kissed me hard while she used her heels to try and kick my sweatpants down. She reached down and pulled at them and then I helped her by yanking them down with my boxers. She immediately wrapped her hand around me.

"Daddy, you feel so big. Is that all for me?" Connie cooed. As she played with my cock, she rubbed the head up and down against her slick lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. There was still that final thread of morality holding me back.

"I need you inside of me. Just do it, Daddy," she whimpered.

Connie was still tugging on my cock, pulling it toward her cunt and I pushed forward, splitting her open. Once I felt her velvet wetness grip me I couldn't stop and I kept sliding forward until I was buried inside her. She grabbed my butt with both hands and held me there and I felt her working her muscles down there, massaging me inside her. It was one of the most amazing things I ever felt and I don't know how I avoided blowing my load, but I did hold out for a little while. Long enough to start fucking her anyway. I looked down into my stepdaughter's beautiful face and the way her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when I started sawing in and out of her. I went nice and slow at first, pulling almost completely out and then plunging back in. She gasped and squealed every time I pushed into her and soon I had her squealing almost constantly as I worked into a nice steady rhythm. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she held on to my arms and then gripping my back.

"Ohhh...ohhhh Daddy!" Connie cried.

"I love you, honey. I love you so much," I moaned, drilling into her faster. I could feel my nut coming and wished I could last longer, but I don't know any man who could have. "Honey, I'm getting close," I warned her. I wanted to give her warning so I could pull out.

"Don't stop! Don't stop, Daddy! Cum inside me!"

What? The last thing I needed was to knock up my teenage stepdaughter, but she was not letting me go and I did not have any self control left. I pumped a few more times and then I let it go with my cock deep inside her pussy. I grunted and felt my whole body shiver as I drained myself. Connie squealed ear-splittingly loud and I think she came along with me.

"Oh God," I said with a mix of contentment and dread. I had really done it. I fucked my stepdaughter. There was no going back now.

"Don't worry, Daddy," she said, kissing me. "I'm on the Pill. Mom put me on it years ago. I just make guys pull out because I don't want to catch anything."

That was such a huge relief that I didn't even point out the flaw in her logic. Instead of I just on top of her and held on. "That was...wow...I'm sorry it wasn't longer, honey."

"I'm not done with you yet," she giggled.

After a little while, Connie squirmed out from under me and told me to lay down on the couch. She stood up and pulled her hair out of her ponytail and shook her raven curls loose. I thought I really could just watch her standing there naked all day. My stepdaughter is just stunning. She pushed my legs apart and knelt down between them and grabbed my slimy cock and started kissing it. Wow, what a perfect view! She was licking and kissing and it was such a weird contrast to see her pretty, innocent face doing something so dirty and wrong. Already, my prick was coming back to life.

Connie was not put off at all by the fact my cock was covered with her pussy juice. She eagerly sucked me into her mouth, taking me down until I hit the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me and I felt her tongue working as she bobbed up and down. I could understand what Rob had been raving about. She sucked me for a couple minutes and then pulled me out and rubbed the head of my cock across her lips and then on her cheeks while she smiled. It was such a porn star move that I knew she was showing off for me. She put me back in her mouth and gave me one of the best blow jobs I've ever had in my life. I think my eyes rolled up into my head. Connie easily could have made me cum again just for that. She had me shaking and moaning and looked very pleased with herself when she lifted her face from my cock, a string of drool trailing from her lips.

"You've got such a sexy cock. It's bigger than the other guys I've been with," she said as she crawled on top of me. She crouched above me, gripping my cock, and then slid down on it. "Mmm, it feels so good inside me. God, Mom must be fucking you every night."

"Connie, you're so sexy. You're so perfect," I moaned as I looked up at my stepdaughter slowly riding my cock. I held her hips and then ran my hands up her body and cupped her breasts. Stepdaughter or not, I could not believe I was having sex with such a gorgeous young woman.

"Aww, thanks, Daddy, I love you."

Connie kept her hands on my stomach for balance and really threw herself into riding me. She churned those hips like a pro, really giving me the screwing of my life. Leaning forward with her hands on my shoulders, she kissed me and thrust her hips up and down quickly, slamming down on my cock so hard it almost hurt when we crashed together. I held her hips and helped her move even faster. The couch was creaking underneath us and felt like it was going to fall apart. She buried her face in my shoulder and squealed like she was being attached. I felt her shudder on top of me and go limp, but I kept fucking her up and down on my cock. I should have held out much longer on my second time that night, but I came soon after her, screwing her down on my cock and filling her pussy.

We stayed in each other's arms, laying on the couch for I don't know how long, but eventually we had to get up and go to bed. We could hardly risk falling asleep down there and having her mother catch us. I wearily pulled on my clothes while Connie put on her cami and panties. I wondered what would happen next. What did that night mean?

"Connie, we should talk about all this. You mother can never know about this night."

"Of course not. She would throw you right out and I would never see you again. We can't have that."

"Tonight was amazing, but I don't think it's a good idea..."

"Daddy, stop," she interrupted me. "Don't get all guilty on me now. Can you honestly say you don't want to fuck me again?"

"That's not the point, honey."

"You couldn't even stop watching me. Do you really think you'll be able to stay away from me?" She stepped into my arms and cupped my crotch. She was right. I couldn't help touching her. I kneaded her ass as she kissed my neck. "We both want this. It's no one else's business. I say we enjoy ourselves whenever we want."

"Connie..."

"Daddy..."

And that was it. My princess always gets her way. For the rest of that summer we screwed every night in the basement after her mother went to bed. I even came home for lunch sometimes and she put on a show of masturbating for me in the backyard. We even fucked right there in the grass! Rob was out of the picture of course and Connie happily gave him up. It was an idyllic summer, even if everything about it was wrong.

I was sad when it came to an end and she had to go back to school. She promised me lots of pictures from her cell phone and I just smiled. That would have to do until Thanksgiving break. Of course I did drive her back to campus, without her mother, and that little road trip turned out to be the best weekend of my life. Someday I'll tell that tale, too.