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I am Sonika, only daughter of my father-Imtiaz Sherwani. Actually stepdaughter. My biological dad had died when I was small and then my mom married my present stepdad. My stepdad is actually very younger in age then my mom. They met at their workplace and fell in love. My mom was my stepdad’s boss. Soon my stepdad moved into a live-in relationship with my mom and our family was complete.
Though they never married legally, he was a good husband and a good father in the true sense. He would take care of me like his own child and I never missed my real dad. My mom was also happy as a wife. I would often hear their love making sessions by putting my ear on their bedroom door. I would often hear them making moaning sounds. They had a particular music collection, which they always played while having sex. It was a signal to the world that they were having sex. I was strictly told by my mother that if she hears that music coming out of her room, I should never knock on the door or disturb them. I understood…… and complied.
As luck would have it, my mom passed away 3 years back when I was 19. Since then my stepdad had been everything to me. He took utmost care for me and I never missed my mom much. He didn’t get married again for my sake as he wasn’t sure about how my step mother may behave with me.
I am presently 22 and my stepdad is 37. My life was going on smoothly until the lockdown happened and I was left alone and I started thinking on different lines. I started exploring the various boundaries of our relationship. I mean we were the only 2 persons in our home. To the world, we were a dad daughter in relationship, which was true to only an extent. We were also beyond just a family.
Imtiaz was not married to my mom. He was actually her lover, the sexual partner of my mom. It was all due to my grandfather (Mom’s father), who was adamant as we were Hindus and Imtiaz was a Muslim. He was dead against this marriage and the only way mom saw through this problem was a live-in relationship. Granddad could not object to a live-in relationship.
Imtiaz was a strong lover to my mom, a nice dad to me and overall a good human being. Though he is young, handsome and strong, and could have easily married any girl, he choose to stay single, as he was concerned about my safety, about my position in the house. He was apprehensive that “my new stepmom” might treat me badly. This caused me to love Imtiaz more and this daughterly affection, soon transformed into a womanly affection….. and ultimately into a sexual attraction.
During the lockdown, I realized he is still young and in need of some sexual intimacy which he missed for quite sometime now without my mother with us.
I remember the time when my stepdad Imtiaz first dropped me to office for my first day of my internship that I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy…….the first transgression of the dad-daughter relationship to a sexual relationship……
I am about 5ft 5 inches, great figure. I was wearing a white synthetic office shirt, tucked inside my white trouser and a pair of nice black ladies shoe. My shoulder length hair was pony tailed. It was hot and due to sweat and I was wearing a white half cup bra below my shirt and the sweat made the upper part of my uncovered breast a bit moist. Also, my nipples were poking through the thin white bra and shirt.
Imtiaz was surprised and was about to say something, but I pre-empted him. I gave him an embarrassed smile. “It’s the latest corporate attire and also I don’t have anything else — But to make amends, I promise to take you along the next time I go shopping…..”
“Oh, no, dear. I am just worried about you. I don’t want some cheap man ogling my beautiful Sonika. I want you to be safe and don’t want any boy to hurt you…. Emotionally or physically……..I made a promise to your mom that I would always protect you…” Imtiaz replied.
I was overwhelmed by his love and concern for me and just hugged him and gave him a sloppy wet kiss on his cheeks.
Out of curiosity, I asked him ” what do you mean by physically hurting me……are you suggesting somebody beat me or even worse… rape me”
Imtiaz immediately replied ” No what I meant by physically hurting you was that some horny boy befriends you and the seduces you and steals away your precious virginity”
I just smiled and held his hand. “Thank you. I love you and I will never allow any boy to become intimate with me …… and will protect my chastity and virginity “
Saying this, I gentle held his face in my hands and planted a small peck on his lips. I then pretended to wipe my lips with a grin on my face.
“And, young lady, may I ask what that was for?” Imtiaz asked in a serious tone.
“Many things. But most of all, for showing that you care. you ARE cool – and you give in to all my silly whims, be my best friend, never actually hurt me… and still, you know when you have to be the father. You are the best.”
Imtiaz was a normal sentimental Kıbrıs Escort guy, and his eyes grew moist, and I drew him towards me for a hug. Imtiaz confessed that It was the best compliment he had ever received, and I knew I would remember this moment for a long time ahead.
In the evening when office got over, it was raining heavily and I called up Imtiaz to pick me up. He came after a while, but without his bike as it was of no use in the rain. I tried taking a taxi but none was available.
I appeared, soaking wet in rain, wearing a white Indian dress, which had gone completely see through. I had an umbrella and we started walking crumbled below the umbrella towards the bus stop and my body was often touching his arm.
On reaching to the bus stop, I made a request “Can you please stand behind me, so that people cannot see my back through the transparent white dress?”
Imtiaz did that on boarding the bus, leaving about 6 inches gap from my back side, but I whispered in his ear “dad, why are you keeping distance? Come closer and stand JUST behind me”.
My back side of the dress was totally transparent and my back was clearly visible through my wet white dress. My bra straps including the hooks were clearly visible. I was really aroused with the situation as Imtiaz was forced to stand close behind my back and I felt his rock solid erection brushing my hips with the movement of the bus. I was clearly enjoying this till we reached our stop.
My internship got over and I soon graduated and was placed in a decent job, not far from my home. However the Indian government announced a lockdown and there was confusion.
I called up Imtiaz in a frenzy and he asked me not to worry. He came to pick me up. Both of us were very happy to see each other and hugged tightly. Then we moved out and found that the sky is overcast and it may rain any time.
Imtiaz asked “Do you have any jacket or water proof?”
I said “No. Look this time also I am in full white and it seems God will send rain so that both of us get wet together again!”
I was really excited with the idea in anticipation. I put my backpack down in the bike and got into driver position and Imtiaz sat behind me holding my shoulder as I put my helmet and started. It usually took about 30 min to reach home.
After about 5 — 7 minute of our ride, the rain started with a few big drops, but I did not show any intention to stop and take shelter. Then the intensity increased and it started pouring! It hardly took 10 second for the front of my white shirt to completely get drenched. It was then I decided to stop and slowed the bike, moved to the side of the road and then stopped. I got down first.
I could see Imtiaz ogle me as the thin white strap of my bra was clearly visible over my shoulder along with my milky white skin. I decided to tease Imtiaz. I then bent over to take the ignition key out, put it below the seat and opened the seat to take a waterproof from there. Imtiaz was disappointed! But then I again bent over and started wrapping my bag and purse using the waterproof.
By now with torrential rain, the back side of my shirt went completely see-through. When I was wrapping the bags bending down, Imtiaz could see my beautiful breasts hanging inside the wet transparent shirt. When I stood straight, Imtiaz could not remove his eyes from me. I was completely wet in white synthetic shirt, and the thin white bra cups could not hide much below and the nipples were poking out in excitement. Imtiaz could see the upper part of my breast, cleavage, naval clearly.
I was looking extremely sexy and Imtiaz could not help but hugged me very tightly. It was raining and the visibility was poor, there was no person or no vehicle on the road and we started kissing each other passionately.
Once we regained our composure, Imtiaz asked “Now how will you drive in this state? People who are coming from opposite lane will meet with an accident by looking at you!”
I replied “wait”, then again sat on the bike on the driving position, asked Imtiaz to sit behind and then took his hands and placed his palms on my breasts in a way it covers most of my modestly. I turned my face towards him and said “now, everyone will be safe and no one will meet with an accident I hope! But for time being please keep your dick inside your pant, else we shall met with an accident”.
Imtiaz was rock hard and poked my hips! To my surprise, he stayed in the same position and didn’t move back. We started our journey again and the rain continued.
Every time I pressed the brakes lightly or there was a speed breakers bump, Imtiaz would squeeze my breasts lightly. It took about 40 minutes more to reach home due to rain and we both were enjoying every bit of our ride as we were sitting so intimately.
We were passing by a park which is next to our house. The play area of the park was already submerged with water. I suddenly stopped the bike and asked — “how about going in the Lefkoşa Escort park and play see-saw?
“very good idea”, Imtiaz promptly said.
So, we got down and went inside the park and I sat on the lower part of the see-saw. The water there was almost till ankles, so after sitting, my waist went under water. Then I slowly stood up so that Imtiaz can sit on the other side. Then we started going up and down. The water was not too clean and with the rain and our leg movement, my trouser and lower portion of my white shirt turned muddy. After about 10 minute, we had enough and came out of the park and pushed the bike to our house.
We reached her home soaking wet. Imtiaz opened the door and we entered home. The moment the door behind us was closed, we literally jumped on each other, hugged and started kissing. I was busy kissing on her cheek, neck and he moved his hands down towards my boobs. His hands was roving round my body and then suddenly I put one hand over his trouser and held his big solid shaft in my hand and started playing with it.
As we kissed I parted my lips and gently probed his closed lips with my tongue. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to respond he hugged me tightly and opened his lips. I thrust my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could and pressed my hips against him, grinding my pelvis against his hard prick. Dad kissed me back, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, playing with my tongue. I could feel my pussy beginning to react, becoming wet, aching to be touched.
Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. He looked at me and said, “Sonika, we can’t…we shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right.”
And he immediately withdrew himself and I regained my composure as well. Imtiaz went to his room and locked it. I decided not to give up but continue slowly
Now ours was a small one BHK flat. I soon changed into a nighty and prepared dinner. Dinner was a silent affair and nobody spoke a thing. Things continued normally for the next few days and we soon got adjusted into a normal father daughter relationship during the lockdown.
We would getup late and have a large breakfast at around 12 in the noon. The rest of the day we would surf the net for new recipes and I would teach Imtiaz how to cook. Imtiaz was talented, and he learnt quickly. I started caring for the household more and cared for every little need of my stepdad.
I would clean the house, wash cloths, clean the toilet, cook food and Imtiaz would help me in everything. He would clean the utensils while I cleaned the floor, or vice versa. On the remaining time, we would talk, chat, and watch movies together.
As we were home and nobody bothered us, we dressed in a very convenient way.
Imtiaz would mostly wear shorts or pajamas and would remain topless, while I wore hot pants and t-shirts or camisoles, mostly without bra and panties. Imtiaz never objected, but like the gentleman that he is, he never gave me “THE MALE GAZE”. He never looked at me inappropriately. And this made me only love him more. I knew that I had to take the initiative if anything is to materialize. Imtiaz was always restrained in his behavior.
2 weeks into the lockdown, the movie got boring and one day I decided to watch Lolita. Lolita is an erotic movie which shows the incest relationship between a father and step daughter. I was wearing hot pants and camisoles, without bra and panties. We both were lying on the bed, with me resting my head on his chest, and my arms along his waist. Imtiaz wore shorts only.
Soon the sex scenes came and I started running my hands on his chest. Imtiaz stayed still and continued watching, while I started rubbing his dick over his pants. Soon he responded back and began to kiss and nibble on the back of my neck.
“I’m all yours now” I whispered gently to him as he caught my lips and kissed them gently. His hands molded my face as the kiss got deeper and more intense. I could feel his hard body pressed tight against mine. His hands started to go around my body and he gently fondled my boobs.
He continued to kiss me with a tremendous urgency. Our tongues swirled in an intricate dance between each other’s mouths. He broke the kiss slightly only to have my tongue snake from between my lips to flick at his lips. I had wrapped my fingers into his hair and was slowly drawing his hair between my fingers. His hands were busy exploring my body. He had full access to my breasts over my camisole. I was breathing rapidly as his hands enclosed the softness of my breasts. I looked at him and gently kissed him on the lips while he slowly squeezed them.
Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily. He looked at me and said, “Sonika, we should stop.”
I just continued to hold him tight and told him, “Daddy, I’m not some kid you’re taking advantage of… I am 22… I’m a grown woman and still a virgin. I know what we’re doing, and I know what I want…I want you.”
I pulled his lips Girne Escort to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could. Taking his hand, I guided it to my breast. I moaned softly as his hand massaged my breast, rubbing it against the palm of his hand. I had never felt such an intense sensation in my vulva and my vagina before as I pressed against him – an ache, a deep desire, to feel him touch me – to feel him in me.
He was really tensed at that time. I slid my hand inside his shorts and took his warm hard cock in my hand, I was amazed at its size. Now I took hold of his 9 inches cock in my hand and exclaimed, “Oh it’s a monster, too big “.
I don’t know what happened but Imtiaz suddenly pulled himself away and went into his room. I was disappointed but not angry. I was happy with the progress I made.
I knew I was on the right track, as Imtiaz did not object to this.
Another week passed by and things got back to normal. We soon molded ourselves into a normal father daughter relationship. However, one evening the weather became pleasant and soon it started to rain.
I was happy to see the rain and I decided to get wet in the rain. I suggested the same to Imtiaz but he seemed reluctant. I brokered no opposition and pulled his hands and let him to the roof. I played in the rain, we danced and just had a good time for 30 minutes before we came back to our flat. It was already dark.
The dryness of the dark room was a welcome change from the downpour outside, and in spite of my shorts and camisoles, I could feel the water running down my back. After locking the door, we both stood in the hall.
I took off my camisole and dumped it on the floor. Without a moment’s hesitation, I then hunched my shoulders forward and took off my bra and my breasts spilled out. I wanted to see the expression on Imtiaz’s face. Unable to resist the urge, I switched on the light and my hands immediately went up to cover my tits. I managed to cover the nipples, but the fingers were not a suitable cover.
Imtiaz’s expression was one of embarrassment, but I was cool.
“Sorry, Dad, but it’s just too cold.” Suddenly nonchalant, I stopped holding my hands against my breasts, using them instead to get rid of the shorts and panties. I was now facing Imtiaz, as nude as the day I was born, and not raising a single finger to cover herself.
Imtiaz began to have a vague uneasiness of being overdressed and took off his t-shirt. I was conscious that Imtiaz was staring at me. Even more fascinating was the realization that he had an erection; Imtiaz continued staring at the naked figure of his daughter. In silence.
“The last time I had so much fun in the rain was when I was small…… and mom was with us,” I said, thankfully breaking the deafening silence.
“I remember that day……” Imtiaz grinned, the awkwardness of our immodesty receding into the background.
I just glanced at his waist, and I realized that he was actually sliding down his shorts. It was an unconscious action, but by now, it had been pushed down to his ankles and I saw his dick in its full glory for the first time. It was too late for embarrassment, however.
I half-expected my dad to initiate anything so I got hold of a towel and threw it at Imtiaz as the two of us dried our hair, maintaining that platonic distance between us.
“Too bad the rain stopped,” Imtiaz said, attempting to get drawn into a mundane conversation that would remove his mind from the temptation of looking at me.
I, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have any inhibitions at all at being so exposed in front of my father. I started rubbing the towel over my pussy as if drying it and said sarcastically, “The rain water really got inside my pussy as well.”
Oops! Just like that, Imtiaz’s eyes were drawn to the V between my legs, which was adorned by a small black patch just above my clit. The shaving had been tastefully done – there was just enough hair to give it that cute look, however the slit was clearly visible.
Unable to come up with suitable words to lighten the moment, Imtiaz turned away. There was a window beside the door, and he just looked outside. For a minute’s length, neither of us spoke, although I was looking at Imtiaz.
Once again, I broke the silence. “Dad tell me honestly, is there any women in your life.”
Imtiaz.was caught off guard and he turned around.
I walked a couple of steps closer, Tantalizingly close. Imtiaz fixed his eyes on my breasts and said. “Excuse me?”
I came a foot closer. “You know what I mean.”
“Your mom was the last women in my life” Imtiaz replied.
I moved closed till I bumped into him. At full mast, his erection was long enough to brush against my skin. Both of us jumped slightly, and I thought Imtiaz. would move away, perhaps even rebuff me, but I held my ground, with the tip of his cock touching the skin just above my bush.
“Very Nice,” I replied in a husky voice.
My lips were on his, so sudden that Imtiaz. had no time to put up any willpower against kissing his daughter, and my tongue found its way into his without a semblance of a difficulty. The kiss was so loaded with passion that Imtiaz kissed me back, our lips mashing, tasting each other as man and woman for the first time in our lives.
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