She Was My Stepdaughter When We Met. Five Years Later She Is My Wife.

I guess there was an instant attraction when I met and married her mom. Pretty soon my new stepdaughter and I were flirting playfully. We never expected it to turn into something. It was a pleasant distraction. When we kissed the first time, we both knew it was serious.

We had to keep our budding relationship a secret...all the more when I learned that my new wife had a terminal illness and would be gone within months.

My stepdaughter helped me so much with the home health care and all the preparations, emotional and physical.

It was week from the end, when my wife's health took a turn for the worse, that my daughter and I could resist no longer. We made love the first time after coming home from an exhausting day at the hospital.

We were both so tired that we fell asleep right after, without discussing the elephant in the room, the line we had crossed.

Fortunately we did not have to lie to my new wife, her mother, for long. within 3 days she slipped out of consciousness, and a few days after that, she was gone.

I was in so much despair and distress that making love to my stepdaughter was the only thing that could take my mind off the loss.

So make love we did, a lot. She told
me as I was cumming in her for the third time one day: "Marry me, Dad!"

That must have been the time that got her pregnant. But I would have married her either way.

It's been five years and those painful memories have faded. My loving, loyal stepdaughter has been at my side. We had our 5th wedding anniversary last week!