She did fondle herself through her clothes and admitted to me last night that she was going to masturbate before bed (though she didn't invite me to a...ssist). I figured she's got a new something or other to add to our sex-play so I carefully stroked myself and awaited her return.Sandy is shuffling around in her bedroom – I am tempted to make my way down the hall to investigate when I hear her say out loud “Okay. . . . I've been considering this for a while. . . . ,” her voice carrying down the. But looking down at her cute face, her little round mouth, her soft lips, and seeing her look up into my face, I kissed her.Yeah. Stepfathers kiss their stepdaughters all the time. On the cheek. On the side of the jaw. Somewhere not really affectionate or emotional. But this wasn't like that. I'd leaned down, looked her in the eye and kissed her on the mouth. I'd put my arm around her back, pulled her to me, and I'd pressed my lips to hers in an emotional and affectionate way. She kissed. Do it your way. You can go enjoy a day in your stinky clothes. Yourcall!" she said. She turned around and began to close the door behindher when Andrew called out."Wait wait," he said. Emily's face lit up."Okay!" he said rolling his eyes. "Gimme." Follow me hun." She gestured.Once inside she motioned him to go take a shower. "Use the extra towelthere. I'll kill you if you use mine." Why?" he asked playfully while removing his shirt as he walked towardsthe bathroom."Duh! Cooties," laughed Emily. Even with my aunt Michelle moving in I still go in the office for my after school fun. My dad had been planning a vacation to Florida for himself for a while now. He saw the opportunity with my aunt living with us and took the first plane ticket he could find after my aunts divorce was done. So he left for a week. My aunt would wake up in the morning and go run a mile. She would make it home before I would leave for school and she would take a shower. Almost every morning I would make sure to.