The movie starts, I have no idea what was going on, some creepy, jumpy moments I guess, but my mind was occupied elsewhere – considering ramifications, catching a glimpse of Paula leaning over to grab a sip of wine, revealing the curves of her as and legs to me and then not caring about ramifications, thinking of Jeri and then caring about them too much, trying to remember that I am supposed to breathe in and then breathe out like a normal human being. You know – Occupied.
We are about 40 minutes into the movie, and I am still debating with myself when I feel a set of legs hit my lap.
“Rub my feet again, Daddy! They are sore and need your attention!” she whines in that pleading daughter getting her way voice. My heart races. She is repeating the things that led to the “touching” last time. The game is on, the only question is, what game are we playing, and what does “winning” look like?
I place my hands on her feet and look back at her laying on the sofa. She has a smile on her face, and she closes her eyes as I begin to rub, I could have sworn I heard a light moan before turning her head back to the TV. I continue rubbing her feet, keeping them away from where my manhood is starting to awaken. Each time I switch feet, I lift that foot up a bit, and then put it down on my thighs, and then lift the other foot up and over the first. As I do this shuffling of the feet, I stare down those legs focusing on the apex where they meet, and the sight of her mound brings a thought of the pleasure that might lie under that thin layer of cloth. This has the expected effect of making my member hard as hell, and it is difficult to focus on her feet, much less the movie that is still apparently playing on the TV.
Now that I am transfixed on looking at her body, I begin to ever so slightly life her foot to get under the heel. This requires a slight bending of the knee on her part, which allows me to slightly twist her leg a bit so that there is now a small gap between her thighs where her mound was the only visible area, and now her sex is a bit more open to the air. I keep looking at her face, making sure she’s watching the movie still, and not at me staring at her crotch, hoping to catch an outline of the shape of her lips. I put her right leg down just a bit further down my leg than before, and place it down on my thigh so the outside of her foot is on my leg, keeping that slight bend in the leg. Her left leg is still completely straight. I pick up that foot, and begin to rub for a few minutes, focusing on breathing normal and not hyperventilating from the illicitness of my behavior, as I am now specifically trying to maneuver her so I can get a better view of the most private areas of my stepdaughter.
I start rubbing her left foot again, and like with the right, I lift up and slightly bend her left knee, so I can rub under her heel. And again, put the outside of her foot down on my legs. She has now been situated so that her pussy is exposed. I take a glance up at her to see if she has reacted. I see her watching the movie and I get the feeling that she is purposely ignoring what I am doing for some reason. Normally, she would be moving around a lot. But she is holding her body stock still. Out of fear, trepidation, excitement, shock, anticipation, or maybe I am misreading, and she is simply engrossed in the movie? I look up her legs again, and I can now see a definite outline of her pussy through the material. I continue to rub and move around her foot to get a better angle, and watch as the movement creates a different outline as the material moves with her left leg. I try to glance back and forth from the TV to her body, soaking in the view and getting more and more aroused at my incestual thoughts.