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I?m not entirely sure when my interest in my step daughter Sophie changed from fatherly to sexual; somewhere between her sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays I suspect.It probably happened gradually, without my knowing it rather than striking me one day like a bolt from the blue, but however it happened, by the time she was eighteen I found myself with a serious crush on my wife?s pretty daughter.My name is Simon; Doctor Thompson in my professional life. I live with my wife and stepdaughter in a pleasant, four-bedroom house in a pretty East Anglian village. To all outward appearances we are a ?normal? family with a ?normal? life, taking our places in the community as the local Family Doctor, Family Solicitor with a clever student daughter away at University.But our lives are far from normal, even for Norfolk.After a good few years living the fun life of a bachelor, I married in my mid thirties, somewhat later than most of my contemporaries. My lovely wife Susie was a single parent when we first met with one young daughter, Sophie.Susie is a lovely brunette, average in height, average in build but most certainly not average in attractiveness. She has smooth, pale olive skin, no doubt from a distant Mediterranean ancestor and a sweet, youthful face with deep brown ?come to bed? eyes that still enchant me on a daily basis.Devastatingly intelligent, she has had to work hard throughout her life and despite being a single mother and relatively young, at the time this story is set, she had just become a Partner in the local firm of solicitors. She works almost exclusively on family law and feels things passionately. When angry at home she can be scary; in court she must be terrifying!Sophie is a little taller than her mother and as long as I have known her has been very slim ? almost skinny ? making her seem much younger than she actually is. She is fairly attractive to boys but until the time of this story hadn?t had many boyfriends.This pleased me; I didn?t like to think of the clumsy fingers of spotty youths touching my precious stepdaughter?s body. Fortunately, her fiery temper and strong personality seemed to intimidate most of the boys she met but of course, I knew her as the sweet girl she will probably always be ? inside anyway.When her mother and I started ?dating?, it took a full year before Sophie accepted me into her family. I worked hard to understand her as well as to make her mother happy, and over time our relationship gradually progressed from hostility to tolerance and finally to affection. She and I had been close in an undemanding way for a long time before the events told in this story took place.For most of our life as a family, my attitude was that of a normal, if over-protective stepfather. However, it was impossible to live in the same house as such a lovely, maturing girl without noticing the changes that were taking place in her.One moment we were lamenting the arrival of her stroppy teenage years; the next we were singing ?Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen?. A blink of an eye later, the skinny waif of a girl I had known for so long had become a maturing woman.It was equally impossible to live in the same house as such a beautiful creature without feeling strong sexual urges. For*two full, difficult years I had to fight to suppress my feelings but my dreams were increasingly haunted by her and it was these dreams that finally betrayed me, the night everything came out and our lives changed.The moment of truth came during the early hours one Sunday morning when I had woken both myself and Susie by talking loudly in my sleep, calling Sophie?s name over and over into the night.?Simon! Simon! Are you okay??Susie was tapping me anxiously on the arm, as my body trembled.?Simon! Wake up! Wake up... ugh!??What? Whatsthematter...???What are you dreaming? What are you saying???Nothing! Nothing I... Oh, shit!?My body had betrayed me! The wonderful dream had turned into a wet one; I had ejaculated copiously in bed while calling Arnavutköy escort out my stepdaughter?s name and my wife had heard and seen every moment of it.Susie turned on the bedside light, pulled back the duvet, surveyed the sticky mess and glared at me.?What are you doing, Simon? What were you saying about Sophie???It was just a dream and...?With my shorts and the bed sheets wet with extraordinary amounts of semen and the smell of it filling the room, I could no longer conceal my unacceptable feelings from my wife.?I?m sorry. Susie I...? I babbled.?Is there something you should tell me??Susie?s ?professional? voice was commanding and would allow no obfuscation on my part so I had no choice but to explain.The confession that followed was one of the most difficult conversations of my entire life but Susie, with her Lawyer?s instinct, would not let me stop until she had learned the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.With every sentence, I felt more and more ashamed and could feel my marriage coming closer and closer to an end.But to my surprise, Susie heard me out, listening calmly without passing judgement and without the violent, emotional reaction I had expected. When I had finished I lay shame-facedly next to her waiting for the house to come down around me.It didn?t.Susie gave me a strange penetrating look which would have unsettled her most strident clients. It certainly unsettled me; all sorts of possible outcomes sped through my mind; none of them good, most involving painful and expensive divorce proceedings.Having prepared myself for almost anything to happen, I was in no way prepared for nothingWhen I had confessed all, Susie sat in complete silence for a full five nerve-wracking minutes as if contemplating the terrible revelations she had just heard. There was no anger; there were no tears. Then as if having made a big decision, she raised her head and looked me straight in the eye.I closed my eyes and waited for the axe to fall on our marriage but still it didn?t. Instead, my amazing wife told me that she had a confession to make too.My first thought was that she had been having an affair and that my revelation had simply convinced her to leave me. I couldn?t have been more wrong!Susie looked first at the ceiling, then the floor, then her eyes fixed on the corner of the room. When she finally spoke, her voice was flat and factual.?I understand what you?re saying,? she began.You could have knocked me down with a breath, let alone a feather.?You understand???Yes, I understand. Do you promise to give me the same calm, silent attention I?ve just given you?? she asked, again in her ?lawyer? voice. ?No interruptions???Of course,? I insisted, my puzzlement growing.?You promise to let me finish before passing judgement ? like I did for you???Yes, of course.?And she began. With a new frankness and openness, my astonishing wife told me an incredible story.Broken marriages run from one generation to the next; I had always known that Susie?s father had left them when she was tiny and that she had been brought up by her mother and eventually her stepfather. As a family of three, they were very close.What I had never even suspected was the extraordinary revelation that her own stepfather had made advances to Susie when she was about the age at which I first began to have inappropriate feelings for Sophie.What was more astonishing was that, after a long period of rejection and then ambivalence, Susie had eventually responded to his advances. At first naively, then over time with increasing pleasure followed by enthusiasm and finally love, they had developed an ongoing physical relationship.As a result, she did not find my desires for Sophie to be either incomprehensible or revolting.I sat open-mouthed while she explained that in her case, the relationship had become intimate in both a loving and sexually rewarding way and that it had lasted many years.Susie did not feel she Avcılar escort bayan had been abused ? she had been over-age and had not been forced in any way ? rather it had given her sexual confidence and deepened her love for her stepfather.Since his early death she had felt an overpowering need to talk to someone about it all but of course she could never tell her family or friends and was worried the revelation would badly damage her relationship with me.It was only because of my own confession that she felt free to talk to me about her past and was very grateful for it.They had stopped sleeping together when she had married her first husband. The closeness of her relationship with her stepfather might have contributed to the early failure of that marriage but he had been there for her throughout the divorce. Since then she had been involved in a number of short term, unsatisfactory affairs until she and I had met and fallen in love.But the most astounding revelation of all was that her daughter Sophie was, in fact, the happy but unplanned result of Susie?s affair with her stepfather and not a product of her brief, unsatisfactory first marriage.She had fallen pregnant just before her wedding; everyone had just assumed that the child was her husband?s. It was only years later when blood tests were taken for other purposes entirely that she realised the truth; Sophie could not possibly be her husband?s child.There was only one possible alternative sire ? her stepfather ? but this fact had been covered up by the two of them ever since.Then her marriage had failed and shortly afterwards her stepfather had died at an early age, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone. Her extended family had been quite unable to understand why his death had affected her so very badly and,*of course, she couldn?t explain.When she had finished speaking we lay side by side on the bed staring at the ceiling while our minds tried to adjust to the new realities they had each heard.?I would never have guessed,? I eventually said. ?I know she looks nothing like your ex but still...??She looks like me. We were lucky,? Susie replied.?And you really feel you made the right choice?? I asked, still amazed.?I?ve made a lot of bad choices in my life, my first marriage being one of them,? she answered honestly. ?But I?ve never regretted my relationship with my stepfather or wished Sophie was anything other than what she is.??You?re an amazing woman, Susie,? I told her and meant it.We lay in silence a little longer before Susie spoke again.?How far have you imagined going with Sophie?? she asked. I was very surprised.?I don?t know. I?ve often fantasised about making love to her in her own bed, but I never imagined anything could happen ?for real???Have you tried anything with her???No! Of course not,? I insisted. ?I?m her stepfather!?There was another long silence during which another set of unwanted outcomes filled my head. But the words that finally left my wife?s mouth were words I had never even dreamed I would hear.?But you?d like to sleep with her in real life as well as your fantasies??I didn?t know how to respond to this question. If I said no, Susie would know it was a lie; the sticky bed sheets testified against me. If I said yes, I would be telling my wife that I wanted to cheat on her with her own daughter. There was no telling where that might lead.?What if I talk to her?? Susie?s words stunned me.?What???What if I introduce the idea of a sexual relationship with you over the next few weeks??At first, I could not believe my ears, but Susie assured me she was deadly serious.?I mean it. I won?t try and persuade her or anything; I?ll just suggest it as a possibility and see how she reacts.??You would do that for me?? I asked again, truly gobsmacked.?I would do it for her,? she corrected me. ?You are quite capable of looking after yourself.??Do it for Sophie?? I exclaimed, amazed.Susie explained that her own relationship Escort Bağcılar with her stepfather had been so close, strong and positive for her that she wanted her daughter at least to have the chance of something similar in her life.Naturally I was excited at the idea, but at the same time apprehensive. After all, I had no reason to believe Sophie had any sexual feelings for me at all!?And you really wouldn?t mind me sleeping with her?? I asked when she had finished.?Not if it?s genuinely what she wants; she?s eighteen and won?t be around here forever. You won?t get any younger either. Just as long as you both remember which of us you?re married to!?And that was the end of the discussion for that night. After a long time, I fell asleep, my mind reeling.***In the morning I could barely believe it had all happened, a problem made worse by the complete absence of any reference to it in our many conversations. Days passed, then weeks until I told myself it had all been just a weird dream; after all, that seemed much more likely than my wife wanting me to sleep with her only daughter.Meanwhile, our own sex life inexplicably took a sharp turn for the better. Susie became both more demanding and more adventurous in bed which of course delighted and excited me. But despite this, although I said and did nothing untoward, I found myself fantasising about Sophie more and more.I found myself noticing the things she did more too; little things like the accidental leaving open of the bathroom or bedroom door while she was changing or bathing, or the careless flashing of her panties getting in or out of the car. And she seemed to have started wearing exceptionally short skirts around the house too. In fact I had twice sent her back to her room to change into something more modest ? an action that seemed to hurt her rather than make her angry.I put it down to coincidence and an overactive imagination on my part but whatever it was, it kept going on!After six weeks of increasing frustration, late one evening I finally plucked up the courage to talk to Susie once again about how I felt and about the difficulty of living with a girl whose sexuality seemed to be growing by the week.Susie?s response knocked me sideways.?Haven?t you two done anything yet?? Her voice sounded exasperated. ?Just how slow are you, Simon?? I stared at her dumbstruck. ?She?s been sending you messages for weeks ? so clearly even I can see them!?I just stood there, speechless.?I thought you two had already started having sex! Christ, Simon, for an intelligent and successful man you can be really stupid sometimes!??Wh...What?? I stammered, making even more of a fool of myself than usual.Susie made an exasperated sound and walked across the kitchen to where the kettle was boiling.?I spoke to her as she went to bed the night after your ?confession?,? she began, pouring two steaming mugs of tea and sitting down, indicating that I should do the same. I sat, and as we sipped our tea, a strange unreal feeling crept over me.?What?What did she say?? I asked.My voice sounded surprisingly hesitant. Susie sat back in her chair.?I won?t pretend she was pleased. Actually, at first she was horrified,? Susie told me. My heart sank like a stone; had I just destroyed our family? Then she leaned towards me and stared straight into my eyes.?I said, at first,? she continued, seeing the look on my face. I pressed her for more news.?We?ve had a few mother ? daughter heart to hearts since then,? she went on. ?I told her? well, I told her how much you loved her and that it was because of that love, not in spite of it that you felt this way towards her.?Nice words, I thought. All the nicer for being true!?What eventually got through to her ? and you?ll understand how difficult this was for me, Simon ? was when I told her about my stepdad and me; how special our relationship was and what it meant to both of us.??You told her?? I asked. Susie nodded, her eyes lowered.?It wasn?t easy but I felt better afterwards. Eventually,? she added.?What did she say to that?? I asked, eager to learn.Susie leaned back again and thought for almost a whole minute.?Actually, I?m surprised how mature she was. I can?t be sure she really understood everything, but we both cried a lot and hugged each other a lot.??Did...