SLEEPWALKING STEP DAUGHTER

"I have a daughter."

It was the first thing Anna said to me after she sat down at the table across from me at the small cafe where we met in person the first time.

We had met on a dating app, of course. How else does anyone meet these days? We had been sending messages that had become increasingly flirtatious until we had finally agreed to meet and see where this thing might go.

I was very happy when she dropped into the seat. She was just as beautiful as she had been in the photos on her profile. She was on the shorter side, with long auburn hair. Her eyes were hazel, and she had on simple but well done makeup. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a white striped button up blouse that gave a decent, yet respectable view of decent cleavage. One of her photos on her profile was of her in a bikini so I already knew she had nice tits, full and round, perfectly proportioned for her body.

I had expected her to say 'hi', or 'nice to finally meet you' as an opening. That was what I, slightly nervous about this date, had practised in my mind. The news about the daughter was a surprise.

"Oh," I said, taken aback a bit. "That's...nice?" I smiled at her, trying to reassure her because she seemed even more nervous than I was.

She chuckled.

"I am sorry," she said. "I just...I just wanted to get that out there. I've had a couple of relationships, well they probably never got far enough to call them that but, anyway, I didn't tell them right away and it was a problem later. I just wanted to get that out there."

She looked down at her hands which she had knotted on the table in front of her.

"Hey, that makes sense," I said, continuing to smile at her. "And don't worry. I'm not...freaked out or anything. It's fine. People have pasts and previous lives and it would be crazy to think otherwise."

She looked up at me smiling gratefully.

"Thank you," she said. "I...I guess I just like you a fair bit and... I just wanted to get that out of the way."

"Ok," I said smiling. "Well, I don't have any children to bring up, so in that way I guess I'm a bit boring. What's your daughter's name? How old is she? What is she like?"

Anna took a sip of the water beside her and grinned.

"Oh, she's amazing!" She said, clearly proud of her daughter. "Her name is Jessica, but we call her Jess. She doesn't live with me. She goes to a boarding school. She is doing a year of prep classes for university. She does so well. She will be able to get into any school she wants!"

Anna hesitated for a moment.

"She is nineteen."

"Oh," I said, a bit surprised. That was a lot older than I had imagined. Anna had told me she was 34 years old and that meant...I started doing the math.

"I was 15," Anna supplied, obviously figuring out what I was trying to compute.

"Wow," I said. "That is very young. That must have been tough."

"It was. I wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of my parents."

"It's amazing," I say. "That you went through that and also managed to become a doctor! The dad, did he stay in the picture?"

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "Yeah. Med school wasn't easy. And no, he didn't. Not really. He helped a bit financially but my parents were well off so that helped. He's been in and out over the years. Mostly out. I don't think she's heard from him in three or four years!"

"What a dick," I say. "Sorry. I don't know anything about the situation but, yeah. He sounds like a tool."

She laughed at that.

"He really is. Mostly because he missed out on the most amazing girl. What a waste."

We settled into the date after that. We chatted, building on our online conversations. She talked about being an ER doctor and the satisfaction she derived from that profession, but also the stress and helplessness she sometimes felt not being able to help or save everyone. I talked about my writing. I had published a few young adult novels and the series had been picked up by a streaming service to turn into a silly but popular show. I had not planned on falling into that genre, wanting to write the next 'Great Novel' but long ago I came to terms with it all, happy that people enjoyed my work.

The date was easy and comfortable. I had suspected that we would like each other a lot and I was correct. At the end of the night I walked her to her car and we kissed, a long passionate meeting of lips and tongues, that left us both breathing heavy when we finally broke.

"I should go," she told me. "I have an early start tomorrow."

I was disappointed that we were not going to fuck but I liked her and let her go and we promised to meet again.

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Meet again we did. After the first date our chats had moved from flirty to sexting. We were forty minutes into the second when she looked at me and smiled shyly.

"Will you take me home? Right now?"

I could read the lust in her eyes and smiled. I called over the waiter, paid our bill and we sped to the small house she lived in.

We were barely through the door before she had dropped to her knees. She was grabbing at my belt and yanking open my jeans, fishing out my cock that was already hard for her.

I'm no pornstar, but I have a 7 inch cock that is straight and thick and it filled her hand. I'm uncut so the purple head was halfway out of its sheath of flesh.

"Oh god," she said pulling it out and stroking me watching the foreskin slide back and forth already lubricated with pre-cum. "It's been a while. I'm sorry I'm being so....slutty!"

I chuckled at her actually apologising to me for something so delightful. I had already put my hand on top of her head, fingers deep in her auburn hair, guiding her open mouth onto my cock.

"Oh you don't need to be sorry," I said as she wrapped her lips around my cock and began to push me into her mouth, and, making me grin, into her throat.

Anna might have been a respectable doctor, a professional with a quick mind and lovely personality, but she could suck cock like a pro.

She alternated between taking me deep in her throat, pushing her nose against my stomach, and suckling on the tip, hand stroking the shaft. I could see that her other hand was between her legs, up her skirt, moving quickly.

She seemed to be getting off sucking on me, moaning around my cock. I was moving my hips in time to her head, pushing forward, as she moved down the shaft, pulling back as she slid away, fucking her face.

She was so good that before long I realised that I was about to cum. I could feel my balls tightening, my cock twitching in her mouth and the increase in the speed of my breath.

"Shit, Anna," I said, "You gotta stop, I'm gonna..."

Looking down into her hazel eyes I saw them turn mischievous. She did not stop, instead began to move quicker, red lips pulling me in and out faster, the hand on the shaft pumping me.

I joined in, hips swinging, hands on either side of her face, pulling her deep as I could with each thrust. It did not take long before my back was arched, thrust deep into Anna's throat, and releasing a heavy load. She gagged for the first time and my knees shook with the force of my climax.

My breath was shaky as I pulled back, my cock slipping from her mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting the head of my cock and her lips.

"Wow," I said. "That was...wow."

Anna rocked back on her knees looking up at me smiling

"Well," she said, scooping a drip of cum from the corner of her lips into her mouth. "Yes. That was indeed, wow."

She stood up.

"I haven't don't that in a while," she said, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me. "Thank you."

I barked a laugh.

"You are thanking me?" I said, incredulous. "I'm thanking you! That was the best blowjob I've had in a very long time!"

"I'm glad to hear it," she said and took my hand, guiding me down the hall deeper into the house.

"Up for some more?" She asked.

I scooped her up into my arms, holding her like a fireman.

"Where is this bedroom?" I asked jogging ahead while she giggled.

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It was a whirlwind, I guess you could say. I moved into her house after a month and a half. Two months after that we had gone down to city hall and gotten married. We were so in love, we did not want to wait and neither of us had much family so making a big deal about it did not seem to make sense. We had a party for our friends that evening.

The only thing Anna regretted was that due to the short notice and school commitments, Jess was not able to make it for the small ceremony.

We settled into married life. We spent as much time together as her job allowed. The sex continued to be amazing. Anna loved to get fucked hard and was almost always up for it, when she was not too exhausted from work. She even seemed to get off sucking my cock. It was a good life.

Of course I had not forgotten Anna's daughter.. Anna spoke about her quite a bit, keeping me abreast of her progress at school, letting me know how she was faring in classes (extremely well) and life (pretty good).

At some point Jess had broken up with a boyfriend, I was told, but Anna had not loved him so while she felt for her daughter, she was not too upset.

Even though Jess and I had not met I. Person I had seen her. On the small screen of Anna's phone when they face timed, I had been introduced. She looked cute I guess, a bit like her mother from what I could see. She was friendly enough with me.

Anna told me that Jess was happy for us, that she was happy that her mother was happy. That seemed very understanding for a 19 year old girl but I was glad. I didn't want Anna to feel bad about anything, let alone our relationship.

We had been married for five months when I finally met Jess.

"She's coming home!" Anna had cried happily when she heard the news. "She only has the one class left and she only has one assignment left! She can work on it here and submit it online!"

I was happy for Anna but a bit concerned. This was a pretty small house for the three of us. We had the spare room but I had made that my office. I would have to move my stuff out of there and write on a desk set up in the living room to accommodate the girl. But Anna was happy so I was happy.

Anna met Jess at the airport while I stayed home. Usually my days are pretty flexible, being a writer, but that particular day I had a phone meeting with my publishers to discuss my next book. I was a bit behind writing it and we had to go over a fair bit. I was done by the time they arrived home, however and met them at the door.

Jess walked through first pulling a wheeled suitcase behind her. This was the first time I had gotten a good look at her and my eyes widened.

I had thought she might be cute when I saw her on the phone but...she was stunning.

She looked so much like her mother it was uncanny. The same auburn hair, the same spray of freckles across her small nose (and presumably her breasts). Her eyes were greener than Anna's, and she was a bit shorter. Jess was wearing a loose hoodie when I first met her, comfortable for the plane ride, but even with that baggy garment on I could tell that tbe daughter's breasts were bigger.

While Anna's breasts were well proportioned for her body, Jess' seemed out of proportion. In the very best way.

I took this all in in a heartbeat as she entered the house. I caught myself before I looked too long at her chest. This was my step-daughter after all.

"Hi," I said, holding out my hand to shake, "I'm Andy. Nice to finally meet you in person."

Anna, who came in behind her daughter, laughed.

"A handshake? C'mon. We are family now!"

Jess rolled her eyes but smiled at me.

"Fine mom," she said. She crossed over and hugged me, a light, quick hug without too much pressure, but I could still feel her great tits pressed against my chest.

We broke the hug quickly, but it seemed to please Anna, seeing her husband and her daughter getting along.

We had a nice, ordered in meal and Jess went to bed early, after a long day travelling. Anna and I were in bed later that evening when she told one strange thing about Jess.

"So," she said, her head on my shoulder. Her hand was on my cock, slowly stroking it up and down. "One thing about Jess..."

"Uh oh," I teased. "This sounds like trouble."

"No," she said. "Nothing bad. It's just...she sleep walks."

"Oh? Really? Always? Is it a problem?"

Anna moved down my body, kissing my chest, my stomach, running small kisses along the trail of trimmed hair from my navel to my cock.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Since she was like five."

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock then spoke again.

"It's no big deal. She gets up some nights and walks around. Does stuff, harmless stuff like taking all the cans of food out of the pantry or something. It's fine. She will actually do anything you tell her when she's like that so all you have to do is tell her to go back to bed. I'm just telling you in case I'm not here. Just don't let her go outside or turn on the stove or something. Just...don't wake her up. A child psychologist told us that could be traumatic for her."

She opened her mouth and sucked my cock into it. I rolled my head back and pretty much forgot everything, including her daughter's issue.

That night we were trying to be quieter with Jess there, so Anna rubbed herself to climax while sucking me off and we fell asleep together after.

It was actually kind of nice having Jess around. She mostly kept to herself, spending a lot of time alone in her room. But Anna was in a very good mood having her beloved daughter back home.

Jess had even shyly let me know she had read my books. She had grown up with them. It always made me feel good to hear that.

It was a week before I saw the sleepwalking in person.

Anna was riding me, moaning quietly, back arched as she bounced, my fingers rubbing her clit. We had stopped being so quiet, as Jess seemed to sleep deeply and we figured that the walls were probably sound proof enough.

I was very focused on my wife but she suddenly froze and whipped her head around to look at the closed door to the bedroom.

"Did you hear that?" She asked.

I shrugged. I was not paying any attention to anything but her.

She pulled herself off of my and grabbed her robe and went to the door and opened it. I was laying on the bed and could see out the door.

Jess was standing there in the hallway looking at some bland painting that hung there. I watched as she dreamily reached up and took it off the wall and put it on the ground.

She was wearing what she seemed to every night, a long baggy tee shirt that came halfway down her ass, which showed off some simple white panties. She did not wear a bra to sleep in so her large breasts swung under the fabric of the shirt in a delightful way and the shape of her nipples could clearly be seen. I had gotten used to seeing this in the evening while she got ready for bed or in the morning while she ate a quick breakfast. It was a lovely view, but I made sure never to linger on it too long.

"Jess!" Anna said. "Go to bed."

Jess did not look at her mother, but she stopped what she was doing and walked the few steps down the hall to the door of her room and went in.

"See," Anna said, smiling at me. "No big deal. She will just do what you say."

She climbed back into bed and got on all fours, pushing her ass into the air.

"C'mon," she said looking over her shoulder. "Get to work, husband!"

I grinned and moved behind her, sliding in to the hilt. I slapped her ass and laughed.

"Ok, wife. Let's do this."

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The next time I saw Jess sleepwalk Anna was at work. It was pretty late but I couldn't sleep. I was at the kitchen island, sitting on a tall stool jotting notes in my notebook about a scene I intended to write the next day.

I looked up when I heard the door to Jess' room open. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen.

Again she was wearing the baggy shirt and panties and, I have to admit, I enjoyed the view of her coming towards me, her breasts swaying slightly under the shirt as she moved.

"Oh, hi Jess," I said as she entered the kitchen. "Can't sleep?"

She did not respond. It was then that I noticed her open eyes were vacant and flat. Her mouth hung open a little bit, her plump lips parted slightly.

Shit! I thought, remembering the other night. She's sleepwalking!

I watched, fascinated, as she walked to the cupboard and took down a water glass. She next went to the pantry and returned with a plastic container filled with dry macaroni. As I observed her she poured the macaroni into the glass and brought the glass up to her mouth, presumably to drink.

"Oh," I said, snapping out of my surprised inactivity. "Oh! Jess! Stop! Um....sit!"

It was a ridiculous thing to say to a young girl but, I couldn't think of anything else to stop her.

Her hand stopped, glass almost to her mouth, and suddenly dropped to the floor, sitting there back straight, eyes vacant, motionless.

I shook my head. It looked like Anna was correct. She would do anything she was told, it seemed.

"Oh, sorry Jess," I said, feeling bad I made her sit like some kind of dog. "Stand up."

She, of course, did not say anything but she did stand back up, unmoving once she had, as if waiting for further instruction.

I thought about waking her up, but remembered Anna telling me not to. I sighed. It was a strange development in my new life. It was harmless enough, I supposed.

"Ok, Jess," I said. "Let's get you to bed. Go to your room and get in bed."

She turned and started walking down the hall towards her room andc while I was making sure she made it ok, I was also watching her ass as she moved in front of me.

I followed her through the door and watched as she climbed into her bed, and rolled onto her side. I was surprised, but not unhappy to see that her top pulled as she moved tugging upwards. I was granted a view of her smooth stomach and the shirt even came high enough that I could see the lower curve of her tit. Her nipple was just covered by the fabric.

I should have left. I know that. But I didn't. I stood there, mesmerised by Jess' smooth skin, that slight view of forbidden flesh. The utter vulnerability that lay before me.

I am not sure how long I stood there, staring down at my new step daughter, but eventually I realised what I was doing. Leering like some kind of perverted creep, licking his lips, taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

I suddenly became very aware of how aroused I was. My cock was hard as diamonds and I had at some point gripped it as I looked down at her.

I spun and strode quickly out of the room, heading towards the one I shared with Jess' mother. I quickly stripped naked and got into bed. I closed my eyes and began to jerk my cock furiously, the image of Jess in the bed dancing behind the closed lids.

I came within minutes, a heavy violent release, that sprayed up my torso, onto my chest, not having prepared with a tissue.

"What am I doing?" I asked myself, feeling terrible as I lay there spunk already cooling on my body. I got up, got in the shower and cleaned myself before guiltily climbing back into the bed.

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Jess was already awake when I got up late the next morning. Anna had not arrived home from work yet, so I sheepishly approached the kitchen and the step daughter I had letched over the night before.

"Morning," she said as I poured myself a cup of coffee she had prepared.

"Morning," I grunted, then turned to look at her. She was wearing the same thing as the night before. The tee-shirt clung to her braless breasts, and I had to tear my eyes from them. I had almost seen her nipple the night before and I couldn't help but wonder exactly what they looked like."So," I said, needing to know what she remembered from the night before. "You, um, took a walk last night."

She looked up from her phone and made a face.

"Oh? Shit! I'm sorry! That's embarrassing! Did I do anything weird? I can never remember anything!"

She did not remember! That was amazing!

"Oh no," I reassured her. "I was up so I told you to go back to bed and you went." I left out that I had followed her. If she didn't remember there was no need to let her know.

"Oh good," she said. "Thanks for taking care of me."

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Sleepwalking became a nightly occurrence after that. Anna thought it might come from the stress of moving to a new place with a new arrangement, meaning me being around. Anna was working days that week so she was always there to guide her daughter back to bed.

The next week, however, Anna moved back to the night shift and I was once again the only one home when Jess left her room to go for a stroll.

I was in the living room watching a movie when I heard her door open and she walked down the hall. I stood up and watched her approach. I was about to tell her to go back to her room when...I didn't.

I would love to say that something came over me. That it was a spur of the moment thing. But that would be a lie. I had been thinking about this since I last saw her in her bed. I was, it turned out, not a good man.

The question had run through my mind so many times. Would she really do *anything*? Was there a limit to what she would do? To what she would allow to be done to her? I needed an answer.

"Jess," I called out when I saw her walking out of her room. "Come here to the living room. Stand in front of me.."

I watched with anticipation as she approached. Her eyes had the same vacant look as she had all the other nights she sleepwalked.

She came into the room and stood before me. I looked up at her from my seat on the couch, heart beating.

"Turn around slowly in a full circle." I had decided to start small.

She did that and took her time as she was told. Her back was straight and her tits pushed at her top in a way that made my mouth water.

"Jess," I said slowly. "Lift your top. Show me your breasts."

I was holding my breath. If there was a pause it was imperceptible. Her hands with her modest french tip manicure gripped the hem of the shirt and began to lift.

The fabric slid up her stomach, catching on her tits, lifting them as she pulled. It was like watching one of those 'titty drop' videos online. Both breasts fell free, jiggling.

Her breasts were as wonderful as I suspected them to be. They hung heavy on her chest, but still full and firm and perky with youth. Her nipples were hard. I had turned up the AC earlier in anticipation of this moment. They were a pale pink barely darker than her creamy skin.

I gripped my cock that had already hardened, on the outside of my shorts.

She stood there breasts on display, the shirt held just under her chin. I realised I only told her to lift her top.

"Take the shirt off, Jess," I said, and watched as she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. I could not believe that this was working. It had already gone further than I had expected it to be able to go.

"Touch yourself," I said quietly, holding my breath, scared to wake her and break this delicious spell.

Obediently she placed her hands against her body, one on her stomach and one on her shoulder and held them there, eyes staring forward vacantly. I frowned then realised my mistake. She responded to exact directions.

"I mean touch your breasts. Play with your nipples."

My mouth hung open as her hands slid across her smooth skin to her breasts, cupping them, sliding up the curve and to her pink nipples. She took each one in her fingers and squeezed them, tugging at them. She moaned quietly and I froze wondering if this would wake her but it did not seem to. The nipples visibly grew hard under her ministrations.

"You can stop," I said and she did, hands falling back to her sides, but the nipples remained hard.

I had reached into my pants and was stroking myself as I watched her play with her breasts and tease her nipples. I stood, pushing my pants down to my feet and freeing my hard cock. I moved to stand in front of her, stroking as I did, drinking in her naked form with my eyes.

"Touch your pussy," I told her. "Rub your clit."

She obeyed, right hand moving down to her crotch and began to rub her clit through the fabric of her panties. I was transfixed, pumping my cock. Jess' face reddened, just like her mother's when Anna was aroused, and the flush spread across her chest and upper breasts, making the freckles stand out.

"Inside the panties, Jess," I said. Her hand moved up then down, into the small panties, rubbing quickly. Jess moaned quietly, still staring vacantly. I could not believe she was still asleep, but it seemed she really was.

I was breathing heavily, my cock was throbbing, ready to release. My balls had already tightened and I was already feeling the tell-tale tingle at the base of my shaft that warned of an imminent explosion.

"Cum, Jess," I said, not sure how much my influence would be able to affect her. It seemed to be a fair bit.

Jess rubbed herself harder and her other hand came up and pinched her nipple pretty hard, twisting it. Her face grew even redder and her mouth opened into a small 'O' as she began to pant. She knew her own body, even in her sleep and she quickly brought herself to the edge then over it.

"Uuuuuuuuh," she moaned, legs shaking as the climax hit her. Her eyes scrunched closed and her hips bucked against her own hand.

It was too much for me and I came myself, thrusting my cock into my hand, and groaning as I released my pent up orgasm. I shot a thick wad of creamy cum directly onto Jess' bare stomach, and then again, pumping myself, milking my cock.

My cum was slowly dripping down her smooth stomach, a thin, shiny coating. I had to admit it looked so hot covering her.

I was breathing heavily, almost in a fog when I shook my head, suddenly scared that I had somehow woken her, either with her climax, or the spray of hot cum from mine. I looked at her but she was still standing there, breathing deeply after her orgasm, with eyes still glazed.

I was suddenly hit with a wave of shame and guilt. This was not only wrong, but it was reckless! I could ruin everything! My new life with Anna could be gone in a moment if Jess woke up now.

"Clean yourself up," I said, pulling my own pants up over my still twitching cock.

I had to pause, however, when I saw what Jess was doing. She dreamily took her hand and used it to scoop up the cum that covered her. Then she slowly raised it to her mouth and slurped it from her palm, licking her hand clean after. This seemed to make her smile a small smile. It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

"Get dressed. Go to bed, Jess," I said, and flopped back down onto the couch.

Jess, without a word, reached down to the floor and pulled her shirt over her head, hiding once more her perfect breasts, and then turned and walked to her room, presumably to get into bed and sleep.

I sat there, dumbfounded at what had just happened. What. The. Fuck. Was I doing? I shook my head. It was insane. I needed to go to bed and, hopefully, forget it all happened.

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The morning I was drinking coffee and feeling shame. I had taken it too far the night before, and I was resolving to leave it at that. Still...there was a part of me that wondered. How far could this go? What would Jess do when told?

I did not notice Jess until she was in the Kitchen with me. She was wearing the same clothing as the night before, of course, but now I knew what lay beneath. I flushed thinking about it.

"Good morning, Andy," she said, smiling at me. She seemed much more awake, more chipper than she was most mornings.

"Hi," I grunted, making sure not to look at her too long or hard.

"Um," she said, grabbing a cup and pouring herself some coffee, "did I... did I sleepwalk last night?'

I swallowed hard.

"Nope," I liked. "I make sure to tell you when you do."

"Ah. Ok." she said, unsure. "I mean...Ok. Its just... I had a great sleep! And...I don't really remember them, but I think I had good dreams? I dunno. I just feel great today!'

"I'm glad to hear that," I said smiling. I knew what kind of dreams she might have been having. "Always good to get a good night's sleep."

She took her coffee into the living room, the place where I had taken advantage of her, and started to watch TV. I sighed and opened my laptop and began to write. I wanted to get through 3000 words that day and without an office I would have to do them there.

Anna arrived home a couple hours later, looking tired after her long overnight shift. She said hello to Jess and came over to me, kissing me.

"How was your night?" she asked. "Anything interesting happen?"

"Nope," I said. "Just a normal, boring night. Missed you though."

She glanced over at her daughter then leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Feel like taking a break," she asked. "I'm beat but wired. Could use a good fuck to put me to sleep."

I grinned and followed her into the bedroom.

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After we made love, Anna slept for the rest of the day. The night shifts paid a premium, and Anna said she found the cases that came in late fascinating, but they played hell on our social life.

I had a good day writing, however, and was able to close my laptop around three in the afternoon. I walked into the living room where Jess had been all day. She really was enjoying her time off before she had to go back to school. She had at least gotten out of her sleep clothes, wearing a crop sweat shirt that showed off her midriff, and short cotton shorts.

I sat on the far side of the couch from her, four feet between us.

"Mind if I join you," I asked. "What are we watching?"

"It's ok," Jess said. "It's just some designing show marathon. Totally mindless, but just what I need after that year of school."

"I bet," I said. "I could never do what you do. Just not smart enough I guess."

"Nonsense. It's just different than being creative. I could never do that. It's a lot of memorising but once I have it down I'll be able to connect things, you know? I'll be able to help people. I just have to get through the next few years."

I settled back to watch the dumb show, thinking of what I might cook for supper later. I assumed Jess would join us, but it would actually be Anna's breakfast, so I wanted to keep that in mind. Maybe a frittata.

Jess got up and went into the kitchen and returned with a can of sparkling water. Instead of walking to the far end of the couch she plopped down right beside me. My arm was stretched out across the back of the sofa, and she leaned into my shoulder, looking at the TV.

"You don't mind, do you," Jess asked. "I just..." she didn't finish the sentence.

"Uh," I said, unsure. "No. I don't mind."

"Good."

Jess reached up and pulled my arm off the back of the couch and draped it over her shoulder and wiggled, getting comfy against me. I did not know what to do, so I just relaxed. It was nice having her there against me. I did my best to put the display I had made her make the night before out of my mind. I was her step-father. I guessed this was a step-father kind of thing.

"It's just," she said after a few minutes, "that, I don't know. My dad was never there so I never got to do something like this...cuddle and watch TV. And I don't know... I woke up this morning and... It felt different? Kind of? Like I was closer to you than I knew? I'm not sure this makes sense."

"It's ok," I said. "That makes sense. I'm glad you feel...close. Safe."

She smiled and leaned her head against my shoulder.

I sighed. I needed to get my shit together. This girl needed a dad, not some creep who took advantage of her.

Jess dozed off after some time, and without noticing it, I did as well. I opened my eyes and saw that the episode had changed and the light was different in the room. I checked my watch and saw that only an hour had passed. I blinked and looked down at Jess sleeping against me. I smiled, and my cock twitched.

The last cobwebs of sleep left my mind as I looked down at my lap. I was hard as a rock, and why wouldn't I be. Jess might be asleep but she had, unconsciously, gripped my cock through the fabric of my pants and was slowly, lightly squeezing it.

I looked closely at her face, but she did not have her vacant open eyes. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. She was asleep and not sleepwalking. And, for some reason holding onto my cock!

I was not sure what to do. I knew I could not leave things like this. Anna could find us and not understand. I could wake Jess and embarrass her, hurting her. It was hard to decide.

It was hard to think clearly as well. While it was far short of a handjob, it felt pretty amazing to have her dainty hand grip me like this. I wondered if I would be able to get my cock out of my pants and into her hand... I shook my head. I had to stop that.

I carefully took her wrist and went to move her hand off of me, but that made her grip harder. I sighed with the feeling and let go of her wrist. She kept her hand on me, still holding my cock.

I tried to slide out from under her, gently easing my way, not disturbing her, but that made her groan slightly in her sleep, grip my cock harder and wiggle against me, turning onto her side, pressing herself against my body, her head tucked in against my shoulder. I was more trapped than before.

I sighed. There was little I could do. I leaned my head back. After a few moments watching the show, feeling the slow, gently squeezes Jess was giving me in my sleep, I looked down at her again.

Her legs looked smooth and creamy, and the shorts she wore were very short, with loose legs. They had pulled up and the lower half of her ass cheeks were on display for me, doing nothing to help my hardon go down.

Slowly, carefully I placed my free hand on her thigh, feeling the warm, smooth flesh under my palm. It felt so good. So right. Inch by inch I began to slide it up her leg, watching for any change in her breathing that might reveal that she was waking up, but I found none. Soon my hand was on her ass, cupping it. It was perfect. Firm and round.

I had it there, cupping for a couple minutes when I sensed a change in breathing in her. She seemed to be waking up on her own. I panicked. What was I supposed to do! In that second I couldn't think clearly, but knew I did not want to embarrass her, or let her know what kind of creep I actually was. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, pretending to also be asleep.

I kept my eyes open just a hair, so I could somewhat see what she would do, but hoped she would believe me.

I saw her open her eyes and blink. She looked around, a bit confused for a moment, then smiled to herself. She lay her head back down on my shoulder and sighed, seemingly in contentment. Then she opened them suddenly and looked down, at her hand in my lap. I saw her eyes widen even more in surprise, then they shot up and looked in my face.

I held still, keeping my breathing steady, hoping my heartbeat would not start pounding and give me away. She scrutinised my face carefully, but, to my amazement, did not let go of my rock hard cock. She gave it a squeeze, gentle but firmer than she had been doing in her sleep. She watched me carefully but I continued my charade.

What was she doing? I asked myself. She should be moving away at the least, screaming at me at the most. Instead, she lay back on my chest and began to slowly stroke my cock, now hand moving the length of it. I knew it would feel better if the jeans were not in the way, but even just this felt amazing.

She reached down and grabbed my wrist, the way I had tried to grab hers. I, pretending to be asleep, did not resist and I let her pick up my hand, keeping it limp in my act. I assumed she would drop it to the side of me, get it away from her. I was wrong.

Instead she opened her legs, lifting the left thigh, and placed my hand between them, high up, just beside her short clad pussy. She did not stop there. She pushed it higher so that i could feel the heat of her sex against my fingers where she placed them. I wanted to move those fingers, press them against, then into her, but she closed her legs, trapping my hand between her thighs.

She began to lightly move her thighs, rubbing them against one another, and doing this, pressing her pussy, the hard nub of her clit specifically, against my fingers. He lightly stroked my cock in time to her leg movements. I could feel her breath getting heavier against my neck and a damp spot forming in her shorts. Iit was all I could do to keep from somehow joining in.

It could not have been that long we lay like that, her gently pleasuring herself on me, me feigning sleep, but it felt like quite a while. Suddenly she froze. I could hear it too. The shower in the bathroom that was connected to the master bedroom was turned on. Anna was awake!

If Jess did not do anything I was going to have to, I thought, but I need not have worried. Jess had it under control. She opened her legs and pushed my hand down, away from her crotch. I thought she might move my hand right out of there, but instead she closed her legs around it, so I was just cupping her inner thigh. Not appropriate, maybe but more so than before. She let go of my cock and placed that hand on my chest.

Finally she shook me lightly and whispered.

"Andy."

I pretended to still be asleep.

"Daddy."

I almost reacted to that. What the hell was she calling me daddy for? Especially after what she had just done.

"Daddy. Wake up. Andy." She used the hand on my chest to shake me.

I gave a little snort and shook my head, opening my eyes slowly. I hoped I was giving an academy level performance, otherwise I was in trouble.

"Did.." I said, making myself sound as sleepy as I could, "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes. Me too. It's Ok." Jess laid her head on my chest. "It was actually really nice."

"Ok. Thanks," I said. "Must be comfy. I didn't think I was tired."

I looked down, pretending to notice that my hand was sandwiched between her thighs for the first time. I tugged at it, indicating that I would like to remove it.

"Damn," I said. "Sorry. No idea how that happened."

"Oh, that's ok," She said. "Must have happened while we were sleeping. Here."

She slowly opened her legs, and I noticed a small but pronounced wet spot between her legs. I pulled my hand back.

"Are you always this deep a sleeper," she asked.

"I guess I am", I said. "Anyway, I should make supper."

Jess rolled off of me, allowing me to stand. I wasn't sure how to do this without putting my hard cock on display, the tent in my jeans was pretty noticeable. I knew she had not only seen it but had held it, but I needed to keep playing the role of not knowing. Luckily (or maybe deliberately so she could keep playing her role) Jess turned away and picked up her phone. I took the opportunity to shove the head of my hardon into the waist of my jeans, covering the bulge as best I could with my tee shirt.

I started to head to the kitchen to make supper when Jess called out. I turned to look back at her.

"That was really nice, Andy. I really liked that. I hope we can hang out like that again."

"Sure," I said. "It really was nice, wasn't it. I'd like to do that again, for sure."

+++++

Anna had five more overnight shifts before she got four days off and switched back to days. She left at 9, leaving Jess and I sitting in the living room watching a movie. I was on the couch and she was in the chair.

"Not going out tonight?" I asked my step daughter. "You are an adult now. You are welcome to go out and have some fun."

Thanks," she said, smiling at me. "But that's ok. I'm not really the type. I prefer to stay home."

I shrugged and returned my attention to the movie. After a few minutes she paused it and stood up.

"I'm going to change and grab some popcorn."

She came back after a bit. She had changed into her loose sleeping shirt and panties and was carrying a large bowl of popcorn. I could see by the way her perfect breasts moved that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples looked hard as well, making small bumps in the fabric. She sat down beside me again.

"You don't mind?" She asked, looking up at me. "It was nice earlier.

"Sure," I said, lifting my arm so she could lean against me. "No problem."

She wriggled beside me and put the bowl of popcorn on my lap. My hand rested on her shoulder.

I was hard, of course, and happy the bowl covered the evidence, but Jess did nothing untoward so neither did I. We watched the movie in silence. Part way through she rested her head on my chest, keeping her eyes on the screen. If what had happened earlier had not happened I would have thought this was all an innocent father-daughter time.

When the movie ended she stood up, lifting the bowl off my lap. Luckily my cock had calmed down so nothing embarrassing happened there. She arched her back, yawning, and I got a great view of her tits straining against the fabric. Her nipples still seemed to be hard. As was I again, instantly.

"I'm going to go to bed," Jess announced. "I'm so tired. I'm not used to staying up this late."

I was a bit of a night owl so did not think quarter to twelve was late at all.

"Ok," I said. "Have a good sleep."

I sat at the kitchen counter for three hours, looking at my phone and waiting to hear a sound from Jess' room. I knew I should not be doing this but, after that afternoon, I could not help myself.

I had almost given up, decided that Jess was not going to sleep walk that night when I heard the sound of her door open. I stood up and walked to the end of the hallway in time to see her open her door and start to walk the other direction, towards the bathroom. I considered seeing where she was heading but instead called out.

"Jess! Come here!'

She stopped, slowly turned, and walked towards me. I saw her vacant, sleepwalking eyes and smiled to myself. I stood up and headed towards the living room.

"Follow me, Jess," I told her and she did.

As I walked I pushed the pyjama pants I had changed into down off my hips and stepped out of them. I pulled my shirt over my head and, fully naked sat in the chair. I looked up at Jess who seemed to be waiting for instructions.

"Get naked," I said.

Jess pulled off her shirt, revealing her freckled breasts and pink nipples. She pushed her panties down to the floor and I saw clearly, for the first time, her pussy. It was shaved and smooth, with puffy lips. I grinned.

"Come here and kneel between my legs," I said, spreading them. My 7.5 inch cock was hard and standing straight up. I gripped it and pulled down, sliding the tube of uncut flesh down, revealing the purple head. The pre cum at the tip caught the dim light in the room and glistened.

Jess obeyed and walked the few steps to stand in front of me, lowering herself to her knees. I swallowed and snapped my fingers in front of her eyes, but this elicited no reaction.

I suppose I could have shoved my cock in her mouth there, or even bent her over the couch arm and railed into her but I did not. Something held me back. Maybe it was fear of getting caught, of finally waking her, but it felt different than that. It felt like what was happening between us, whatever that was, was a process.

I began to stroke my cock in front of her face, looking at her body. She was so sexy it almost hurt to look at her.

"Pinch your nipples," I told her and sped up my jerking off as she took the pink nubs into her fingers and played with them. I heard her whimper slightly.

"Finger yourself," I said, "Make yourself cum."

Her hand went between her legs again but this time I could see her pleasuring herself, not covered in panties. She parted her lips with her fingers, revealing pink flesh within. One hand tweaked her nipples while the other rubbed at her clit, then pushed up into herself, stroking in and out, then back to the clit. She knew herself well, and I could see her face flush and her eyes begin to squint as she came close to cumming.

I pumped my cock furiously, wanting to climax at the same time as her. It was close, but she got there before I did, squeaking as she came, shuddering and clamping her thighs together on her hand.

"Open your mouth!" I shouted, not caring about waking her up, but not needing to as she remained in her state. "Stick out your tongue!"

She was making quick gasping breaths as she came down from her climax but she did as I said and opened her mouth.

I stood and aimed the head of my cock at her mouth and groaned as I arched my back, spraying hot jisim into her open mouth. I kept pumping until I had nothing left to shoot. Jenn's tongue was covered in my spunk and it leaked down the sides of her mouth.

I placed the head of my cock on her tongue.

"Lick," I said. "Lick it clean."

Jess' tongue swirled around the sensitive head of my cock making me groan, as she licked the cum from it.

"Get it all," I told her. "Swallow all of it."

She used her hand to catch any cum that had escaped and pushed it into her mouth. She licked her hand clean and swallowed. I could have sworn I saw a slight smile, but it was either not there or too fast to really catch sight of.

"OK, Jess," I said. "Go to bed. Get some sleep."

She stood and walked back towards her room. I sighed, half in self-disgust, half in satisfaction. Then I went to bed.

+++++

I was having coffee again when Jenn woke up, just like the day before. I looked up at her and smiled. She was wearing the crop sweatshirt and short shorts that she had worn the afternoon before, not her sleep shirt.

"Good morning," I said.

"Uh..." Jess looked around, confused. "Yeah. Morning. Did... I sleep walk last night?"

I swallowed.

"Yeah. Yeah you did," I answered.

"Did I... Was I... Did I get naked? I woke up naked." She looked upset.

My stomach dropped and my heart started pounding. I was caught. I was done. I looked into the living room. Her sleep shirt and panties were lying on the floor in a pile where she had discarded them at my command. Fuck! I had forgotten to tell her to put them back on before sending her back to bed!

"Uh.." I scrambled for a good answer. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I was going to tell you after you got up. I heard you last night walking down the hall, and by the time I got into the living room you were naked. Anna said to never wake you so I just told you to go to bed."

She looked at the clothes then back at me.

"And I just went?"

"Yeah," I said. "Quick. You went to bed quick."

"And you saw..."

"Yeah," I said, putting on a sheepish voice. "Sorry. It couldn't be helped..."

She looked at me for a moment, then smiled.

"Ok," she said. "I'm so sorry! That is so embarrassing! Man! That is a new one! Good thing you were there to take care of me!"

My heart began to slow back to a normal beat.

"Sure," I said. "No problem. I'm glad I could help."

She shook her head.

"And you saw..."

"The lights were dim, so less than you think, I promise, don't be embarrassed," I tried to reassure her.

"Oh. Ok. Thats...fine," she said in a quiet voice. "Well, I think that's ok. I guess I'm not embarrassed. Too much anyway. I don't know what it is but I woke up in a great mood,even if I was strangely nude."

She got herself some breakfast and went to the living room to do some work on her laptop. I did the same at the counter, chasing my word count, getting close to the end of the first draft of my novel.

Anna came home again, tired again. This day we did not have sex to help her get to sleep, she was too exhausted and went straight to bed. I wrote for the rest of the morning and the early afternoon, closing my laptop around two. I was feeling a bit out of sorts, and realised that I had not gone for a run in over a week. Usually I ran every other day, keeping in shape and letting the fresh air and exercise clear my head. I changed into a tank top, some light running shorts and my running shoes and headed out.

I was back 45 minutes later, taking it easy that day and seeing that Jenn was in the living room went to say hi. Jess was laying on the couch watching some show about over sexed teens on netflix.

She looked up at me when I entered and smiled.

"Done for the day," she asked.

"Yep. About time for a break," I said.

"Good," she said, then hesitated. She took a deep breath and then in a rush said, "Um... any chance you want to have a nap with me again?"

My eyes widened.

"A nap?"

"Only if you want," she said, quickly. "I mean... I guess it was nice yesterday. I had such a good rest. Sometimes... I mean, with the sleep walking... I don't get a good sleep, you know? That nap...It was really special."

I smiled. Trying to give the impression I was giving in, but actually excited for what might come.

"Ok," I said. "I should take a shower first. I'm a bit sweaty from the run. I bet I stink."

"Don't worry about it," Jenn said. "You smell fine. I like it."

She scooted her body forward so she was lying along the front edge of the couch and patted the cushin behind her.

"C'mon! Let's nap!"

My eyes widened.

"Laying down?" I asked, unsure.

"Sure! It's more comfortable for both of us. You can be the big spoon, I will be the little one."

I shook my head but kicked off my shoes and went to the couch, climbing over her.

"I mean," I said, pausing. "Someone might think it's not appropriate. Your mother.."

Jenn did not bother arguing about the appropriateness of the situation. She just shook her head.

"Mom's a deep sleeper. No way she is going to get out of bed. Now, get behind me."

I finished climbing over her and lay down on my side, back against the upright cushions, giving Jenn as much space as she wanted. She wanted, it turned out, none. She wriggled back, pressing her back against my chest, and her ass against my hips. I swallowed.

Do not get hard, I told myself. I kind of succeeded, avoiding a full hard on.

Jenn pulled my left arm under her head and used it as a pillow, and reached up and made me wrap my right arm around her.

"This is nice, Daddy," she murmured.

"What," I asked. Did she say 'Daddy' again?

"This is nice, Andy," she said more clearly. Let's watch this show and hopefully fall asleep."

I sighed and closed my eyes. I doubted I would be able to actually fall asleep but I did relax. It really did feel good to be spooning Jenn's young warm body against mine. She fit almost perfectly in my arms.

It is possible I actually did doze off eventually, but after a time I felt Jenn shift against me, turning her head to look at me. I carefully kept my eyes closed and my breathing steady.

"Andy," she whispered quietly. "Are you asleep?"

I pretended to be so.

"Andy? Andy?" She asked again, and wiggled against me. "Daddy? Are you sleeping?"

The combination of her wiggling and her calling me daddy made me almost lose my cool. I could feel myself start to get hard. I heard and felt Jenn sigh against me.

"You sure do sleep deeply," she whispered almost to herself. She wiggled against me some more, and there was no preventing it. I was fully hard for her within moments. She did not seem to mind, grinding her ass slowly against me.

"Something isn't sleeping," she muttered quietly, as she ground against me. "Is that for me, daddy?" she whispered. "Are you hard for me?"

Of course I was, but I could not speak for fear of breaking this spell. Why was she calling me daddy while she ground against me? And why was it so fucking hot? I could feel Jenn breathing heavier, but made sure to control my own breathing.

"I wish I could see it," she whispered. "I wish I could see your hard cock, Daddy." My cock twitched against her grinding ass. If she only knew. She had seen it twice while she sleep walked!

She slowly took the arm I had draped across her, gripping the hand and, while I kept it limp, she pushed it up under her crop sweatshirt, my fingers dragging along the skin of her stomach then onto her breast.

This was the first time I had actually touched them, having only looked before. Her nipple was hard as a little rock and she pressed my fingers against it with her own, making my hand rub her. She moaned quietly. My cock throbbed against her ass.

"What are you dreaming about?" she whispered. "Is it me, Daddy? Are you having a naughty dream about me? You saw me naked, you said. Did that get you hard? Hard like you are now?"

She moved her hand away from my own. It was all I could do to stop myself from playing with her nipple, keeping my hand limp like a sleeping man's. She moved against me, and lifted her leg. She moved her ass away from my cock and reached between her legs, gripping my cock.

Yesterday my jeans did a lot to contain me, but the loose, thin fabric of my running shorts did little of that. She pushed her hand into the leg of the shorts, and grunted when she found it covered by underwear. I silently wished I had not worn them.

She manoeuvred my cock so that it no longer pressed into the soft flesh of her ass and aimed it between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her cunt even through the shorts we were both wearing. I suspected that she did not have any underwear on.

She began grinding against me again, this time with more direct contact with her pussy, she was breathing heavily, but trying to keep me 'asleep'.

"Oh, daddy," she said quietly. "Oh, good. That feels good."

She reached up and grabbed my hand again, lifting it off her tit and moving it down between her legs. She pushed my fingers against her, making my loose ones rub her clit through the shorts.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned quietly. "Daaaady."

She seemed to need more. She ground back on me, pushing my fingers against her clit. Her breathing was getting heavier and she was being less careful. It was harder for me to pretend I was asleep, but it was obvious she was not paying as much attention.

She lifted my hand away from her crotch and I wondered why, but then she tugged the leg of her shorts open and pushed my hand back inside this time on her bare, bald pussy.

Her fingers pressed on mine, pushing them between the puffy lips, and against her clit. She ground back on my hard cock while she made me rub the hard nub. Her breath was hitching and she ground against my cock. I took a chance and flexed my fingers, using my own will to rub her, and it seemed like she was too far gone to notice.

She shoved her hand in her mouth and bit the heel as she came, squeaking, going rigid against me. I made sure to make my fingers limp again as she pushed on them with her own fingers, riding out her climax.

It took her a minute to come down, slowly getting control of her breathing.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered finally. "I wish you came too. I wish I made you cum."

We lay there like that for a bit, my hand between her legs, wet with her juices. Finally she took it out of her shorts and moved it back up under her shirt, moulding my hand around her tit, her hard nipple against my palm.

She did nothing to move my cock away from her cunt, but pushed back on me.

"Andy," she said, just above a whisper. "Andy. Wake up."

Again, I pretended to slowly come to.

"Oh," I said, putting on a sleepy voice. "Is it time to wake up?"

"Yeah," she said quietly. "You should probably take a shower. I guess you do smell like sweat a bit. It's not a bad smell, but... You know."

I chuckled.

"Ok, ok," I said. "I take your point. I stink."

She giggled.

"I didn't say that. I mean it. I like how you smell."

I went to move away from behind her and pretended to just now notice that my hand was up her shirt and cock pressed against her.

I pulled my hand out quickly, and moved away from her, as if I did not know how she had put my hand there and ground against me.

"Oh shit," I said. "I'm sorry!"

She rolled onto her back and looked up at me.

"What for," she asked all innocent.

"Um.." I said, playing along. "My hand. I'm...sorry."

She smiled.

"Don't worry," she said. "We were sleeping. We can't control what our bodies do when we are sleeping. It's fine."

I smiled back at her.

"Ok," I said. "If you say so. I'm going to shower. And order pizza for supper."

"Oh! Great! I love Pizza!"

+++++

Again Anna left for her evening shift, and Jenn and I watched another movie. She sat beside me again, draping my arm over her shoulders one more as she rested her head on my shoulder. I could not help but think about that afternoon and how she had used me to cum while she thought I was sleeping.

It was strange, we were both taking advantage of the other while they slept. Well. At least, she thought she was taking advantage of me. I was, of course, awake and aware, but she did not know that. As far as she was concerned, I was comatose and she was using me. She did not seem to have any qualms about that so that night, as I waited for the night to end and her to fall asleep and start wandering, I felt little to no guilt. About taking advantage of her anyway. I still knew I was doing Anna wrong, but I could not seem to make that affect me enough to stop.

At some point during the movie she placed her hand lightly on my thigh, just below my cock. I had changed into sweats and a tee shirt after my shower, skipping the underwear. Her touch woke my cock up but her hand stayed where it was, seemingly innocent.

For my part I used my hand that was draped over her shoulder to lightly stroke her neck, fingers just brushing her skin. I felt her shiver against me, and saw her nipples harden. Neither of us made any additional moves as we watched the movie, and once it was done she moved to stand up, 'accidentally' brushing her hand across my hard cock. I saw her smile slightly, but outside of that neither of us acknowledged it.

She went into her room and I waited in the living room, scrolling through my phone mindlessly, killing time. It took her quite a while to start sleepwalking. Maybe it was because she had been worked up before she headed to bed, maybe not. I did not really know. All I knew was that it was pretty frustrating for me.

Finally, around two in the morning I heard her door open. I called out.

"Jenn! Come in the living room!"

I heard her approach and smiled when I saw her. She was naked. Maybe she decided to sleep in the nude, but I suspected that the idea of me seeing her naked the night before had excited her and she wanted to have it happen again.

Regardless, she was a stunning sight and I was hard as a rock, pent up from her playing with me earlier.

"Come here and kneel in front of me," I told her, wasting no time. As she approached I jammed down my sweats, ready for her. I sat in the chair again.

She dropped to her knees in front of me and I peered closely at her face. It was slack and clearly sleeping. Perfect.

"I want you to drool onto your tits," I said. "Make them wet."

I was about to do something I had been thinking about for days now.

She opened her mouth and let a string of drool drip down onto her tits, making them glisten with the saliva. I reached forward and smeared it around pushing it in the space between her tits. She had no reaction to my touching.

"Jenn," I said, voice husky with pent up lust. "I want you to squeeze your tits together and tit fuck me."

Without changing expression Jenn lifted her hands, placed one on each breast, lifting and pushing them together, then leaning forward. She parted them slightly to let my cock between them and then squeezed them together, sandwiching my cock. They were soft and warm, and slick with her spit. She began to move them up and down, rubbing my cock between them, my foreskin running back and forth over the purple head.

groaned with pleasure, thrusting my hips in time to her movements. I knew that after earlier I would not be able to last long, even from a tit job which usually did not make me cum. I reached forward and pinched each of her nipples in my hand the way I had seen her do to herself before. I heard her whimper at that, knowing that she was enjoying it.

"Jenn," I said. "It's time. Take my cock and suck it. I want a blowjob."

This was further than I had ever had the girl go while sleeping. She had however used me to cum earlier so I felt no qualms.

She opened her mouth and leaned forward, tongue licking my tip, swirling around the purple bulb before sucking me into her mouth. I groaned as the hot wet hole enveloped me.

Jenn, even in her sleep state, turned out to be an enthusiastic cock sucker. She pushed her face forward pushing the head of my cock into her throat, without any sign of a gag reflex. She bobbed up and down my full length, tongue working the underside of my cock.

"Make yourself cum with my cock in your mouth," I told her and her hand dropped to her lap, rubbing. I was thrusting into her mouth, flexing my ass again and again, shoving into her mouth.

I was close. I put my hand in her hair, slamming into her throat, grunting.

"Cum," I demanded. "Cum!" I wanted to time it right this time.

Her fingers rubbed her clit and she moaned around my cock. Her face was red and drool was dripping down her chin.

"Fuck," I grunted. "Fuck fuck fuck."

I hit the edge and toppled over, gripping her head and shoving myself as deep as I could, releasing my cum into her throat. She gagged then, but I held her as I finished.

Her moans became grunts as she came with my cool I. Her throat.

I feel back, and my cock tumbled out of her mouth, smeared with spit and cum, slapping against my stomach. She moved forward and sucked the head back into her mouth. I had forgotten that she would continue to do what I had told her.

"You can stop now, Jenn," I said. "You did a great job."

I sighed.

"Go back to bed now."

She got up and went to bed.

+++++

Jenn was actually up before me the next morning and had a cup of coffee waiting for me.

"Good morning," she said, clearly in a good mood.

"Have a good sleep?" I asked, sitting down at the counter, sipping the hot brew.

"Oh yeah," she said. "I woke up feeling great again. Maybe it's the bed you guys have here."

"Maybe," I said. "Uh, so you went for a walk again last night."

"Oh," she said. "Did I do anything weird?"

"Not really. You were...ah...naked again."

She laughed.

"I'm sorry. I was so tired that I didn't put on my pyjamas! Sorry for giving you a show!"

I shook my head.

"It's fine. Nothing wrong with...a show."

She smiled at me and headed back to her room. She stopped halfway there and turned and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Want to have a nap again later?" She asked.

"Sure," I said, smiling. "Why not."

Anna came home later and we chatted a bit about her night. It had been a bad one apparently. A big accident had sent five ambulances to her ER and she had lost a couple patients. I felt terrible for her. Here I was getting sucked off by her daughter and she was trying to save people. I was disgusted with myself.

I went to the room with her and held her in the bed until she fell asleep. She was bone tired and drifted off quickly. I lay there stroking her hair for some time before getting up and getting to my work.

It was a warm sunny day so I pulled on a tank top and shorts and went to write in a chair on the deck in the backyard, enjoying the summer day. I felt terrible for Anna but that didn't stop me from skipping the underwear. I think I mentioned. I am not a good man.

At around three Jenn came out on the deck and sat beside me. I looked her up and down and smiled. She was wearing a blue bikini I had never seen her wear before. It was very revealing, with the bra cups triangles that were not up to containing her tits. The bottoms were a gstring, a triangle of fabric that covered her pussy lips but not much else. A string disappeared into her ass crack.

"Nice suit," I said as she approached. "Not much to it, though."

She smiled.

"I'm wearing more than you saw on me last night," she joked.

"Not by much," I teased and she laughed.

"I saw you enjoying the sun and thought it was a great idea. I'm not bothering you, am I? You can still work?"

"Yeah. No problem," I said, returning to my typing. As tempting as it was to ogle her all day I did have a word count to hit. That is not to say I did not glance over and watch her from time to time. She sprawled out in the sun, on her back at first, giving me a great view of her ass, then her front, her tits almost spilling out the sides of the bikini top.

About an hour later I was done for the day. It had not been my most productive but I felt good about the quality of the writing. I suspected that the rewriting of this chapter would be minimal, which was always my goal. I loved writing but hated rewriting.

I closed my laptop and sighed. Jenn looked over when she heard the laptop close as if she had been waiting for it.

"All this sun has made me sleepy," she said. "How about that nap now?"

I shrugged, inwardly grinning.

"Sure. Me too. Why not."

She got up and I watched her ass as she went into the living room. She did not head to her room to change out of the bikini, instead heading straight for the couch and standing beside it.

"Lay down," she said. "Be my big spoon!"

I did as she asked, stretching out, back to the upright cushions.

She got on the sofa beside me, and wriggled back against me, ass meeting my crotch. This time there was very little between us, but I kept up the charade of not knowing what she was about to do. Again one of my arms was under her head and the other one draped over her.

The curtains were drawn and the room was dim.

"Do you mind if we just go to sleep," she asked me. "I don't feel like watching TV."

"That's fine," I said.

I let myself relax, and slowed my breathing, feigning sleep. There was no way it was going to happen, not with her beside me wearing this. Not after what she had done yesterday. But I tried to make it seem as though I had.

She waited, but not really long enough.

"Andy," She asked quietly. "Awake?"

"Yeah," I muttered in a voice that I hoped sounded sleepy. "Kind of."

"Ok," she said and lay still again.

She waited longer this time, and I kept my breathing steady. After another twenty minutes or so of long slow torture for me, and for her I guessed, she asked again.

"Andy? Awake?"

I said and did nothing.

"Andy? Andy? Daddy?" she whispered. "Are you sleeping?"

I did my best to seem so.

She began to wiggle her ass against me. With only the thin shorts between my cock and her it felt great. I could feel the sun warm skin against me. I got hard very quickly, but that did not seem to faze her.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered. "I'm so happy to have you here. Against me. Holding me. Keeping me safe." As she spoke she gyrated her hips slowly moving my cock against her ass.

"I feel you, Daddy," she continued in the same low voice. "I feel your cock. Its hard for me. Was it hard last night when you saw me naked? Did my body make you hard? Did you look before you sent me to bed?"

If only she knew!

She took my hand and pushed it against her tit again, this time pulling the skimpy bikini top to the side, pushing my fingers against her nipples, squeezing my fingers to make them pinch the nipple. She whimpered.

"I need to cum, Daddy," she whispered. "I need you to make me cum again."

She lifted her leg and reached between them again like last time, pushing her hand into the leg of my shorts. This time there was no underwear to stop her and as her hand wrapped around my naked cock she sighed happily.

She pulled it down the leg of the shorts and pressed it against her hot sex.

"I'm wet for you, Daddy," she said. "Feel."

She rubbed the head of my cock against the fabric that covered her pussy, and yes, it was wet and hot. It was all I could do not to moan. She rubbed me back and forth against her sex, the thinnest of material between me and her cunt. Her other hand was making mine knead her tit. She was panting with arousal.

She grunted with frustration and let go of my cock for a moment. I could not see what she was doing but when he grabbed it again and rubbed it on herself there was no fabric between us anymore. She was rubbing the head of my cock in the wet velvet smooth channel of her cunt, then rubbing it on her clit.

It felt amazing. She was dripping wet so my cockhead slid across her with little resistance. Heat radiated from her sex. She was moaning quietly, unable to completely keep it in.

I was rocking my hips slightly, keeping her moving. She did not seem to notice that her 'unwitting' partner was moving more than a sleeping man should. She was too far gone, chasing her climax.

It wasn't far off. She was worked up and flesh on flesh seemed to excite her even more. Her breath was hitching as she rubbed my cock against her. Finally she saueaked and froze, trying to keep her sounds in as she came.

I smiled behind her as she took short quick breaths, trying to calm herself.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered. "Oh, Daddy, that was good."

She leaned back against me and sighed. She was still gripping my cock so I tried to keep my breathing steady.

"But..." she said quietly. "It's not enough. I need more, Daddy."

She moved my cock and adjusted herself, and I realized that she had placed my head at her entrance. She tugged on my cock and pushed back with her ass, pushing me partway into her. The angle we were laying prevented me from sinking completely into her, but I almost broke my cover and gasped as the wet heat of her cunt wrapped itself around the head of my cock.

I could feel Jenn shiver against me as I entered her. She moaned quietly and began to rub her clit with WBR cunt muscles flexing, milking the head of my cock.

"Daddy," she whispered. "Daddy, you are inside me. Oh, daddy."

Jenn was doing a very poor job of being quiet and not waking a sleeping person now. I swallowed. It was getting too much to bear. I suddenly didn't want to be Jenn's you she used to get off. I wanted to fuck her. I NEEDED to fuck her.

"Jenn," I said suddenly. "What's going on?"

She froze. I could feel her heart rate go up with her body pressed to mine.

"Oh god," she whispered. "Oh shit. I can explain, Daddy...I mean Andy. It's not what you think..."

"Oh," I said. "You can explain? You can explain why my cock is in your cunt?"

When I said the word cunt I thrust suddenly, pushing myself deeper into her and she moaned.

"Can you explain why your tit is in my hand?" I pinched her nipple and she groaned, arching her back, pressing her breast more firmly into my hand.

"Can you explain why," I said, pulling my hips back, sliding my cock almost all the way out of her, leaving just the tip, making her whimper, "why you are calling me 'Daddy'?"

On the word Daddy I thrust again, getting even deeper, filling her with my cock, almost, but not quite getting all the way in her.

"Oh, fuck," Jenn whimpered. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need it."

"I think you do," I said, grabbing her by her hips and rolling her onto her stomach.

I pulled out of her, and she moaned under me. I shoved my shorts down to my thighs and put my cock back at her entrance.

"Ask me again," I said quietly.

"Please. Please fuck me. Please, Daddy."

I drove myself forward, finally sinking all the way into her. All these days had been leading up to this moment, as I filled her. I was finally fucking my step daughter. No more pretending.

I began slamming myself into her, fucking her hard. She cried out quietly with each thrust. I reached around and covered her mouth with my hand, muffling the cries. Anna might sleep heavily but Jenn was getting a bit too loud.

Our bodies slapped together and her ass cheeks quaked each time my hips hit them. She was moaning under me and I saw her reach under herself to rub as I fucked her cunt. I was grunting and breathing heavily.

I could not hold out much longer. I had been being teased too long.

"Gonna cum in you," I grunted, my back arching each time I thrust into her. She was not even able to support herself with her hands or elbows, her face pressed into the cushion of the couch.

"Please, Daddy," she moaned into my hand. "Please fill me up."

I could not hold back any longer. My back arched as I thrust deep into her, exploding, flooding her womb with my seed. I pulled back and slammed forward again, and again, using her cunt to milk my cock.

Jenn covered her mouth with both hands and cried out, muffled, with another climax. I sighed and fell forward onto her back, gasping for breath, spent, still inside her. I lay there, slowly softening in her. Coming back to my senses.

She lay there too, until finally, her breath under control, she turned and kissed me on my lips, tongue brushing mine.

"We can talk about this later," she said, moving out from under me, and trying to straighten her bikini. "Ok?"

I nodded, pulling my shorts back up, shoving my now deflated cock away.

I sighed, wondered what was going to happen now, and then went to shower before my wife woke up.

+++++

I made supper for the three of us. It was a quiet meal. Anna was still shaken about the day before, and Jenn was staring at her phone the entire time, avoiding eye contact with me and her mother.

Finally, Anna left for work and I cleaned up. Jenn was in the living room and I joined her there when I was done.

"Ok," she said when I sat on the couch beside her. "Ok, first I'm really sorry. It was... crazy. I know. It... it's hard to explain." She was clearly on the verge of tears.

"Hey," I said. "It's ok. It really is. We can talk this out. I'm sorry too."

She snorted. "What are you sorry for? Giving me what I've wanted since my mom introduced us on face time?"

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I've wanted to fuck you since then. Look. I'm not stupid. Obviously I have daddy issues. Older guy, wanting, needing to call you Daddy. Wanting to fuck you, so fucking bad..."

She shook her head.

"It's like this," she said. "I've always had a thing for older guys. I've only acted on it once and it was a disaster. He was married but I begged him to leave his wife and, of course, he refused. It got messy and I guess I caused his divorce. I'm sorry about that, but he was involved too, you know?

"Anyway, when you came in the picture... I was happy my mom was happy, but also, loved the idea of having a dad, you know? But that got mixed up with my sexual desires, and I guess I got carried away.

"It felt so good to be cuddling you. Like a dad and daughter should. But it also turned me on. So when you were sleeping, I touched you. And you responded, even if you were sleeping. And... I couldn't help myself.

"And... You saw me naked when I was sleepwalking and... I thought that was so hot. It got me so wet...and... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took advantage of you! I'm sorry I made you fuck me! Don't leave my mom. Don't leave me!"

Jenn burst into tears. I felt terrible. I took advantage of her first! I considered telling her that, but, selfishly, chose not to. She might be placing all the blame of what happened when I was 'asleep' on herself, but finding out how I had used her might change the tone.

"Hey," I said, pulling her to me in a hug, and pressing her to my chest. "Hey. It's ok. Don't cry. I'm not going to leave your mom. Or you. I promise."

"Y..Y...You won't," she said through sobs. "Really? You promise? I'll be good."

"I promise," I said, stroking her hair. "I mean that. Look this is all strange, but... you didn't make me fuck you. I did that. Because... well, you are sexy, and you wanted it and I guess I wanted it too."

"You did?" She asked looking up at me. "Really?"

"Of course I did. Look at you! You are a sexy young thing! Any man would want to fuck you!"

She smiled at that.

"Thank you," she said. "That's... I'm happy to hear that."

She leaned her head on my chest and sighed.

"Um..." she said quietly. "Does... Does that mean you will do it again? I mean if we keep it secret from mom? I don't want to hurt her."

"I think we can," I said. "And we don't need to pret..." I almost said pretend but caught myself, "...be asleep to do it. Ok? I'd love to fuck you again. And again. And again."

She grinned up at me.

"That makes me so happy!" she sighed with relief.

"Can I call you Daddy when you fuck me?"

"Yes," I said. "Turns out that is pretty sexy."

She sat quiet for a minute then a thoughtful look came over her face.

"Speaking about sleeping..."

"Yeah," I said, cautious.

"Know how I sleep walk and apparently I'll do what anyone tells me?"

"Yeah..."

"Do you think one night you could tell me to fuck you? And you could tell me about it the next day? I think that would be totally hot."

I pretended to think about it.

"Well," I said slowly. "I don't know. That is pretty strange..."

Jenn's face fell, disappointed.

"Ah, what the hell," I said, with a grin. "Sounds fun. Let's try it."

The End.