I Never Should Have Read My Stepdaughter’s Diary — Part 1

In an instant, she pushed me down onto the bed and kissed me on the lips with fiery passion. Caught by surprise, I let her tongue slip in my mouth for a second but pulled away when I realized what was happening.

At the age of eighteen, Emma, my stepdaughter was just finishing up high school. Emma was an attractive girl; not skinny, but she wasn’t big, either; as her mother put it, she was a real woman. I always thought Emma had a pretty angelic face and her curvature had become more and more apparent after she turned fourteen, until she had ended up with a large chest. She kept complaining about her colleagues being jealous of her breasts, and especially the looks she drew from the guys. But even though she was popular, Emma was always self-conscious and shy, turning down any proposals from the guys, despite desperately wanting to say yes.

That’s how Emma ended up not getting invited to a party. She had been incredibly nervous that day and wouldn’t get out of her room. Her mother left me alone with her while she attended a convention.

Around midnight, I came up to make sure she was asleep and found her sitting up, slouched over, having fallen asleep while writing in her beloved diary. I took it out of her hand and set it aside. I was about to whisper for her to lay down, but my attention was diverted by her two perfect mounds of soft, curvaceous flesh, barely covered by her nightdress. For a second, I wondered what it might feel like to feel their warmth, the softness, the smoothness.

Naturally, of course, it was impossible. I sat down next to her, careful to prevent my weight from waking her as I did so, and I just took a moment to gaze at her but my eyes fell on the diary. Her mother and I had always wondered what her secrets were and that notebook might give us the answer.

Emma had been keeping a diary for so long that there were a couple of boxes under her bed that held nothing but her old filled-up diaries. Always insisting that she deserved privacy and respect, neither her mother nor I had ever tried to read her diary, and she knew that.

“Maybe… maybe I should just take a quick peek,” I thought. “Maybe we can find out what troubles her. She would never know unless I gave it away by saying something she could trace to her diary.”

After a few minutes of thinking this over while I watched her slow, steady breathing raising and lowering her beautiful breasts, I decided that I would just read what she had written for this evening. Reaching over, I picked up the notebook from the bed table and opened it to the last entry.

Dear Diary,

It is as I have feared. They all still think I am a lesbian. I suppose it’s what I deserve for being so shy. I’m dumb enough to stay at home while everyone has fun at the party… perhaps it’s for the best. I have no clue how to dance.

At least I am here with Marc. With any luck, he’ll come up here and say goodnight and tell me to go to bed. I’ll try and stay up until he does. He’s so sexy… I don’t understand why the other girls in class think the boys are so interesting when there are older, more mature men to be appreciated. I wish he would look at me the way he looks at Mom… I would do anything for him, and I would do anything to be his lover. Maybe someday he’ll read this and find out… until then, I can only hope and dream.

Love, Emma.

It was at that point that she had fallen asleep, and at that point, I had awakened, at long last, to my stepdaughter’s silent plea. I sat there stunned for a long time, looking at her, reading again what she had written, wondering what I was supposed to feel or what I was supposed to do. The cat was out of the bag. With a sigh, I carefully arranged the diary to appear as if it had fallen out of her hand, and then he slowly left.

The next day, I did my best to avoid Emma at breakfast and I sat in my office staring at a spreadsheet, my mind still whirling with last night’s discovery. When I heard her call out her goodbyes and as the front door closed, I sighed in relief.

As a man, it was nice to have a younger woman interested… especially such a beautiful one as Emma, but why did it have to be my own stepdaughter? I admired her stunning body and I have to admit that I had sometimes fantasized about sucking her breasts and even having sex with her. But she was off limits.

“Yes,” I thought firmly. “Emma is off limits.”

I desperately tried to concentrate on work but my mind kept going back to my stepdaughter and her unintended revelation. She had even written in her diary that she wanted me to find out. She was gone, and now I could read it all!

And I did just that. What I discovered was amazing. My stepdaughter had been dying to fuck me ever since she had been keeping her diaries! Over and over again, I read about her favorite fantasies, how I would make love to her and take her virginity. The scary part was that she described exactly what she had seen me do to her mother once, and she had fixated on that.

Just as I finished reading them all, I realized it would be difficult not to think of her as a sexual creature, and not just as my stepdaughter.

The next day, after Emma left to go to school, I again made my way up to her bedroom and sat down with her little book of secrets, hoping she would’ve written a new chapter.

Dear Diary,

Marc came to say goodbye last night but didn’t tuck me in like he always does. He was also acting strange and I’m scared that he might have read some of your pages. If he did, I wonder what he’d do about discovering my secret fantasies. Maybe he’ll spank me over his knee. Wouldn’t that be amazing?

Nothing much happened at school today, except everyone was talking about who had sex with whom and what happened at the party last night. It sounds like a lot of people got drunk and a lot of people fucked. I’m glad I haven’t given my cherry to any of those clueless boys. Marc, if you ever read this, it’s all yours, whenever you want it.

I groaned as I read that last part. I’d never had a virgin, and I felt my cock stiffening at the thought. Ignoring the guilt that came with it, I read some more.

I think I can smell his perfume in my room when I get back from school, but I don’t find any evidence that he’s read any of my diaries. Most girls would be mad if that happened. I would be scared, but at least it would be a chance to have what I have always wanted. I’m keeping my fingers crossed! I’d do anything for him!

My heart was pounding and my pants were tented now. I knew I was going to have to masturbate but I had to read more.

I have a plan. Tomorrow, I am going to pretend to go to school, and sneak back in so I can catch him rea-

I immediately turned my head to the doorway and almost screamed when I saw Emma standing there, leaning on the door frame, casually watching me. Her hips and shoulders made contact with it, while her legs were off to the side a little. Her arms were folded under her chest. She looked like she was a little disappointed.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” she said. “Marc, what are you doing reading my diary?”

My face immediately flushed beet red.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I…” I started, but she silenced me by putting her finger to her lips and shushing me.

Emma walked into the room a little further and put her hands on her hips.

“My own stepdad, reading my diaries,” she said, shaking her head slowly.

Then she sat on the end of her bed, bringing one leg up, and turned to me. There was an expectant look on her face. I started to open my mouth, but she beat me to it.

“A girl’s diary is private, Marc. You know that.”

I waited a moment and tried again, but again she cut me off.

“You really should have known better.”

“Yes, I know, sweetie, I -”

“I suppose you know my long-held secret now, don’t you, Marc? Now you know why I never brought home any boys or even girls. Didn’t you ever wonder why that was?”

“Well, yes, I suppose I… we did.”

“It’s because I have been in love with you ever since Mom and I moved in with you. And it’s been oh so hard to keep it a secret all this time. I thought you wouldn’t want me and I thought you’d be upset with me if you knew. Are you upset with me, Marc?” she said, ending with a pouty lip and a little girl’s voice.

“Uh, well, I-”

“You know it’s a yes or no question. Are you upset with me, Marc?”

“…No…” I managed after a moment.

“No? I’m surprised. I thought you would be. I was kind of hoping you’d spank me, actually. But if you’re not upset, then maybe you’ll tell me how you feel about the naughty things your stepdaughter has been thinking of doing with you for all these years.”

“Well, I… really… was shocked at first, but then I was reading more and more, and I started to see a whole different side of you. I started seeing that you were a sexual woman, not just a little girl. And I started to understand how you have been feeling.”

“You do, do you? You think you understand my desires?” she asked, her eyes opening wide.

“I think so,” I replied.

“So you don’t think I’m a pervert, then?”

“No.”

“And what do you suppose we ought to… do… about this?” she asked, licking her lips and pulling up her skirt just a little.

“Uh, well, I -”

But I didn’t have a chance to finish. In an instant, she pushed me down onto the bed and kissed me on the lips with fiery passion. Caught by surprise, I let her tongue slip in my mouth for a second but pulled away when I realized what was happening.

“Emma! Stop, please. I can’t.”

“Why not? Don’t you think I am attractive?”

I sighed.

“No, Emma, it has nothing to do with how attractive I find you. I just can’t. It’s not right. Imagine what your mother would say if she’d find out!”

“I don’t care what Mom would say. I would do anything to have you. I would be whatever or whoever you want me to be. I will do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you want. I’ll do it. I’ll be it. I’ll even be Mom if you want me to!” she cried out.

I could tell by the way she articulated those last words that she was about to cry. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. I felt her chest slowly expanding and relaxing with each breath.

“Mmmmm,” she sighed softly, rubbing my chest.

Emma started breathing more heavily, and I turned my head slightly towards her, brushing my cheek against hers. I watched as she lightly played with her tongue, moistening her lips, and tracing them lightly with the tip. We got closer and closer until our lips met.

At first, we stayed like that for a couple of seconds but then, we started relaxing our jaws and Emma moaned slightly. Her lips came to life, and I rolled over onto my back, pulling her over me, while kissing her back.

The kiss was a gentle one, slow, explorative. First, I grazed her lips with my own, but just barely, which made her shiver. Our eyes were closed, but the passion was awakening. She was lying on top of me, kissing me passionately, just as she had fantasized about for years! It was almost too much to believe. As she pushed her tongue into my mouth, our tongues danced together and the lust took over any passion.

Everything stopped for a split second and I just held her arms still.

“Emma, are you sure?”

“Please don’t stop,” she responded.

I paused again, then suddenly kissed her, fully aware of what I was doing. There was no turning back now.

“You are so much like your mother,” I said and I kissed her again.

For several minutes, we shared soft, sensual, loving kisses, the kind that makes a woman’s heart flutter, and a man’s go thump. Pulling her lips away from mine, she started kissing my neck as she began unbuttoning my pants. I took over the job of unbuttoning my shirt, she couldn’t wait anymore and ripped it open.

I lifted her chin so that I could look into her eyes, asking again if she was certain, and in response, she began to remove her own top. As it came off, her magnificent breasts were standing on their own, free. She tossed her top aside and looked at me, smiling.

“My God, Emma… had I known how beautiful your breasts were, I might have seduced you a long time ago!”

To be continued…

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