Lahat ng Kabanata ng Steamy Dreams : Kabanata 391 - Kabanata 400

It was the end of the school day. Mia had just finished showering after a hard workout in the school gym. The endorphins were doing their work and she was feeling good. As she looked at her naked body in the mirror, she liked what she saw. Although Mia had been brought up to regard vanity as a flaw, and she certainly wasn't vain, she could still appreciate that she was attractive and in peak physical condition. Her petite chocolate brown body was lean and muscular, and she had large but firm breasts, with shapely areolae topped by nipples that pointed straight up when she was cold or aroused (which happened quite often). Mia had a pretty face with hair in braids which lay halfway down her back, full lips, large brown eyes and a gorgeous smile, although she was quite shy and needed to relax before it was deployed in full force.Mia had turned 18 a few days before and was in a reflective mood. She was a very organised young woman, both practically and mentally; she hated feeling out of

"Emily!" my wife yelled from the open door, letting in all sorts of cold air, as my daughter and her family got out of their car. I got up out of my chair and moved to the door, watching and waiting to be helpful.Emily waved as she opened the back door and took her four-year-old son out. Holding his hand, she led him towards our front door as her husband, Nick, grabbed the suitcases."Hi mom!" Emily said as she came in the front door and gave my wife a hug and a kiss. Then she came over to me while my wife picked up little Liam and gave him a big hug. "Hi daddy," she whispered in my ear as she kissed me... a little more passionately than she should have. Luckily my wife wasn't paying any attention.My wife handed me Liam and I hugged him as Nick came in the door. My wife hugged him fondly. "Hi Nick," she smiled."Merry Christmas," he smiled."Merry Christmas to you, too," my wife said."Did you have a good trip?" I asked as we closed the door and Emily, Nick, and Liam took off their

I woke Christmas morning at about 8am. The sun was just rising, shining in the windows. Then I looked beside me, Emily was gone. I started feeling an ache for her, but then my embarrassment and guilt kicked in.I fucked my daughter.How in the hell! What was I thinking? If anybody finds out about this, I was going to be screwed. I'd lose my wife... my house... my family. I started thinking about what I could pack up immediately and possibly where I could go. I didn't want to leave... I didn't want to lose everything.And then there was Emily. What did she think of all that I did? Was she mad at me? Did I rape her? Was that why she wasn't in the bed? In my mind, I envisioned her downstairs, crying, calling my wife and telling her all the horrible things I put her through. My phone could ring any minute with my screaming wife on the other end, telling me to get out, now, and to never come back.God... why did I do it?I wasn't sure I could face Emily, but I really didn't have a choice.

I didn't see a lot of Emily over the next year. She spent a lot of time at school, and at most of the holidays in between, she'd come home and then run off with her friends. Without time to talk to her... really talk to her... about where things stood between us, I got the impression that the fun we had last year at Christmas was just a one-time thing.So when Christmas rolled around again the next year, we talked and acted as if we were just dad and daughter once more. It bothered me. It shouldn't have, but it did. I mean we... really... bonded last year. We got as close as two human beings could get. I hated losing that.But... we WERE dad and daughter. I had to face that fact.On Christmas Eve, while my wife finished up wrapping presents and then going to bed like she did every single Christmas Eve, I stole down to the basement. It was my habit to go to the basement late at night, to watch the news and the late shows. I sat in my favorite chair, dressed in my pajama bottoms and a t

It was a long flight, flying from Atlanta to Hawaii. The flight time alone was over ten hours and the layover was three hours in San Francisco. Melissa, before the divorce, had already planned and paid for the entire vacation for three; for her, her husband, and her daughter Abigail. Now she was stuck paying for a ticket and a room that weren't going to be used. That's where I came in. I was Abigail's boyfriend of six months and she begged her Mom to have me join them. Melissa wasn't too happy about it, because she's not too happy about me, but caved when there really wasn't a choice. Abigail refused to go on the trip if she was denied and that would cost Melissa a lot of money.The flight was long and I sat on one side of Abigail with Melissa on the other. As we always did when we were together, Abi and I flirted. We were constantly teasing each other, kissing each other... even touching each other inappropriately... at least that's what Melissa called it. In my world, when my woman