I Took Advantage Of My Drunk Teen Step Daughters Hot Body. (Part 1)

My partner passed on some years back. Her daughter was 19 at the time and was partying as often as she could. After her mother had passed away, she stayed with me. Her partying came to a stop and she seemed to act more grown up suddenly. She wasn't even drinking or going out. After about a month of this, I came home to her music playing loudly, and she was doing her dressing up to go out routine. Trying on different outfits, fixing her hair and make up, all that stuff. She told me that she's going out to get drunk and hopefully laid. She was often too frank and honest with her talk. I told her too be careful, and she said that her friend James was going with her and he was drinking, so he can drive. James was her best friend and very gay, he was such a top kid and always looked after Teagen well. I knew she'd be safe with him. Soon after that, she was out the door, as she told me to not wait up for her. I fixed myself something to eat, and settled in to watch a movie or two. I had obviously fallen asleep at some point because the next thing I was waking up to Teagen banging on the door, yelling Dad, open the door! She was clearly drunk, leaning so hard against the door that when I opened it, she fell towards me. I caught her, thinking to myself she's not had a good night. Dad I'm fuggin drunk and James found a guy, but I didn't. This always happens whenever James starts talking with a guy who is not interested in girls, just guys. Teagen gets jealous, starts drinking faster, and begins getting obnoxious, turning most guys off really fast with her behaviour. James is a champion and manages to mostly work through her antics, still getting her safely home with a new guy in his car to take to his place. I was trying to show her sympathy while helping her walk, then she said she was going to be sick. I knew that I had maybe 30 seconds to get her in the bathroom before I would have vomit everywhere. I had been through this before. I practically carried her to the bathroom as she let fly, all over the bathroom floor. We had momentum and a second later, I slipped with her, both of us crashing to the ground, fortunately no injuries. She started to vomit again, and I fortunately only needed to move her head over the toilet bowl to stop it hitting the floor. She eventually stopped and needed to pee. I helped her up onto the toilet which was now covered in her vomit and she sits in it, peeing straight through her panties. When she finishes, I knew the routine, I needed to get her showered and to bed, before I could start cleaning everything up. I had been through this many times as she was often drunk too quickly growing up. I started while her mother was still alive, and I would be helping her manage her daughter, instead of doing it alone. The deal was, into the shower fully clothed, often she'd come back around and sober up at that point, but if she didn't, I needed to remove her clothes and keep her from falling, washing her, sometimes her hair would have vomit in it as well. It would often end up with me soaking wet and partially covered in her vomit afterwards. Not fun.
Anyway, I managed to get her into the shower and started removing her clothes. She wasn't instantly sober but could stand if she could hold onto me. Her arms were around my neck, her head on my shoulder. I was washing both of us as I had already removed my shirt which got vomited on. She was naked and trying stay still, holding me while I washed her. Next I realised that she was making out with my neck her mouth and tongue almost immediately turning me on. I pretend it's not happening and lifted her head as I start washing her hair. Now my cock was awake. I realised our bodies are facing each other, pressed together. I had to move so she didn't notice that I was hard, she was holding me in a tight embrace, and we're about the same height. This meant our crotches were almost together. I tried turning away, but she just turned with me. Then she goes back to sucking on my neck, making me totally hard with a difficult job of hiding it. I asked her to stop putting her mouth on my neck, which she did, but acted offended while offering an apology. She then looked me in the eyes seductively, saying that she thought I would like it, asking if it felt good. I told her that she's drunk and I was her father and that she was going to feel so embarrassed in the morning, when I tell her what she was doing tonight. She told me she'd remember and that I wasn't her real father. So it's ok. I said that she's just upset because James got a guy tonight and she's gone home alone. She then asked if I could pretend that she was my daughter and bend her over for about ten minutes. I said that she doesn't even realise how inappropriate what she's saying is because she's so drunk. She said that's why you've got to pretend that you're not my dad, because genetically we are nothing to each other, so it's ok.