My Stepdaughters Best Friend

My Stepdaughters Best Friend
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I fucked em all and taught them how to really enjoy sex. Tight hairles little princess pussy was so good and eating that ass and teaching them to kiss each other was the best day of my life. I would pay right now if I could experience something like that again. I cummed in their pussies and ass's over and over and over again. That weekend I took them out shopping for shoes and clothes even though they wanted toys. If you want toys we have to do this again next week
So I am the step daughter. I am in my late 30’s, and my mother has been with my stepdad since I was 14. He's more like a father to me than my real dad is or has ever been.
I had my first child at the age of 35. I am an only child, therefore my son is the only grandchild so you can only imagine how loved this precious little boy is. And my stepdad spoils him more than anybody else!
Anyway, I had taken some cute pics of my little bugger one evening and texted everybody one of them, my stepdad bring the last person that I had sent one to. Well, several hours later, my husband was on his way home fr
So I am the step daughter. I am in my late 30’s, and my mother has been with my stepdad since I was 14. He's more like a father to me than my real dad is or has ever been.
I had my first child at the age of 35. I am an only child, therefore my son is the only grandchild so you can only imagine how loved this precious little boy is. And my stepdad spoils him more than anybody else!
Anyway, I had taken some cute pics of my little bugger one evening and texted everybody one of them, my stepdad bring the last person that I had sent one to. Well, several hours later, my husband was on his way home from work and I had woken up, shall we say “excited" for him to get there. If you have small children you know how difficult it can be to get “mommy and daddy alone time.” I was feeling frisky so I decided to take a picture of myself with no clothes, with the camera angled from between my legs. Yeah, so front and center of the picture was my vag. Not only that, I captioned the photo with “ hurry home. Look how wet you make me." Then I just opened up the first text at the top, which any other day wouldn't been my husband, but this time was my stepdad, and got send without even looking at who it was going to. Omg when I realized what I had done, I immediately called my husband, in tears, and told him. He sent my stepdad a text from his phone, telling him that I had accidentally sent him an inappropriate pic of myself and to please just erase it without opening it. My stepdad had never mentioned a word about this…not to me, my husband, or to my mother. And neither have I. I just wanna forget the whole thing ever happened. But to this day, I still cringe everytime I have to see him.
My husband told his buddy what I had done and he kinda put it in perspective. He said “at least she didn't send it to her real dad" lol

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“She said that if I was ever in trouble, I should come to you for help.”
Goddamn. What exactly did I fuck up in my life to deserve this?
“I had to get away… I didn’t know what to do.”
Well, that makes two of us, sweetheart. What the hell am I going to do?
I like to think I have a pretty nice apartment. It’s spacious – I have two bedrooms, one of which is converted to an office, as I don’t – uh, didn’t – have a roommate. A living room with an attached kitchen. A huge bathroom, complete with a tub and a shower. It’s pretty nice.
But I couldn’t help but feel that it was suffocatingly small as I sat at the dinner table, sipping my tea and staring at the girl across from me who still hadn’t touched hers.
She was far too small to be 18 like she told me. I would put her closer to 14, and that was being generous. Her brown hair was a greasy, tangled mess, obscuring most of her face as she stared down at her hands. Every once in a while, I would catch a glimpse of wide, brown eyes rimmed with black circles. It was the eyes that got me, the reason that I let her in. I knew I’d seen them before, even if I couldn’t quite remember where at the moment.
Her name certainly didn’t ring a bell when she showed up on my doorstep.
“Tracy… It’s Tracy Miller.” When she saw my look of confusion, she changed tactics. “You don’t know me, but you knew my mother. At least, I think you did. Her name was Rachel Miller… well, she would have been Rachel Lynch when you knew her.”
Ah, of course. Now I had a name to match the eyes. Although I had to admit that this left me more confused than I had been before. Why would Rachel Lynch’s daughter have come to see me?
A cough from across the table brought me back to the present. I thought maybe she was trying to get my attention but, no, she just seemed sick. Of course she was, she’d probably come from a state or more away. How did she even get here? I didn’t have an answer for that. I would guess that, if she had any money on her at all, it certainly wasn’t much. I felt a surge of protection for her, and then squashed it down. No, no, she was just a kid, she wasn’t my problem.
She coughed again and I sighed. Damn it, of course she was my problem. No matter my relationship with her mother, I couldn’t take it out on her. She was an innocent child and she clearly needed someone… she wouldn’t have come all this way for no reason.
I ushered her to the bathroom and commanded her to shower. “You can give me your dirty clothes and I’ll get you something clean to change into while I get them washed,” I offered, and I was relieved she accepted because her clothing was truly disgusting by this point. As she showered, I put a few blankets in my home office and moved my work supplies so she could stay there for the time being.
I did all of these things automatically as I tried to think over what I should do with her. After all, homeless(?) children don’t show up at my door every day. So what was I supposed to do with this one?
I was sitting back at the table by the time she got out. She handed me her clothes without a word and I showed her to her room.
“You can stay in here until we get this figured out, okay?”
She nodded. She hadn’t offered to talk to me about why exactly she was here, what kind of trouble she was in, but I found that I had no interest in asking. I had a premonition that I was about to have to clean up another one of Rachel’s messes. Typical . I turned to leave so that I could wash Tracy’s clothing as she got familiar with her new lodgings when I felt her tapping me gently on the shoulder.
I came face to face with an envelope that was once white, but was now gray with dirt and age.
“It’s for you. Mom wanted you to read it,” she said.
I nodded and succeeded in leaving this time, my hand clenching involuntarily around the hapless letter.
I shoved it in my pocket and tried not to think about it, simply because I didn’t want to.
Once the clothes were washed, I went to check on my charge and found her already asleep on the bed. She must have been exhausted, because no amount of shaking could wake her up. I decided to let her rest for the night and solve the problem tomorrow, come hell or high water. Really, she couldn’t stay here. It wouldn’t make sense. It wouldn’t be right.
Except right now she was. So what the hell was I supposed to do? I went to my room, locked the door, and pulled out my cell phone.
Because I had to call the cops. Right? That’s what you do, isn’t it? But then why did I feel so guilty about doing it?
I thought it through logically. No matter what she said, she was clearly underage. She was sick, possibly hurt, and I had no idea what she’d been through trying to get here. Someone was probably looking for her. The police would know how to deal with her.
But then another part of me spoke up. Yes, someone probably was looking for her. Maybe that’s why she was here. She said she was in trouble – maybe someone was trying to hurt her? I doubted that her mother would send her here without good reason, it seemed like too big a risk. If I called the police, would I just be sending her back into the lion’s den?
With a sigh, I put my phone back down and opened my laptop to start on my work for the night. It wouldn’t hurt to wait until the next day… at least then I could hear her story Maybe that would make my decision easier.
Tracy met me at the dinner table for breakfast. I’d made a full, traditional American breakfast for the two of us. After all, she looked like she needed it. By the way she started wolfing the food down, I guessed that she hadn’t eaten in a few days.
She grunted and I took that as a “yes.” I took a deep breath before continuing on to the less pleasant part of the conversation.
“We need to talk about why you’re here. What happened?” Wow, way to be blunt, good job, Harley . I mentally scolded myself. Tact is definitely not my strong suit.
Tracy seemed to have a hard time swallowing for a moment, but she managed to force the food down and look up at me with dread in her eyes. I felt a little guilty, but I had to know what I was dealing with, so I waited for the answer.
“Mom… couldn’t protect me from him anymore. It was the last thing she told me to do, to run away and to find you. It took me an awful long time to find you, you know. I had the address, but you live so far away…” her voice trailed off, probably because she noticed that I was stuck on the first part of what she’d said.
“What do you mean, it was the last thing she told you?”
Tracy turned into a mirror as her confusion surfaced. “Didn’t you read her letter?”
Another surge of guilt. “No, I haven’t yet.”
She was quiet for a moment, looking down at her half-eaten plate before pushing it away, as though she had lost her appetite. “Read it, and you’ll know,” she said.
She left me to my fate as she returned to her room.
It’s a bit cliché to start a letter that way, isn’t it? But it’s what I need to say, and it’s what you need to hear. I was wrong, and I know it now. And I’m asking you for help because my daughter needs you. Even after all that happens, you are the kindest person I’ve ever known, and the only one that I have now that I can trust.
I know you never liked him. Hell, nobody did. I lost my family for him. Although it will make you mad, I find that I somehow can’t bring myself to regret it. Because I love him. Yes, even after all this, I love him.
But he is a bad man. Just like you said. An evil, hurtful man. If I’d known, I would never have given birth to Tracy. I would never have had a child. But I did and I resigned myself to protect her as best as I can.
But I can’t protect her anymore, Harley. I’m sick, and the doctors found the tumor too late. I write this now because soon I won’t be able to write anymore. I don’t have long left, so the very last thing I can do is at least make sure my daughter is safe.
If I could take back what happened between us, I would. Oh, you know I’d do it a million times over. But I can’t, and now I’ll never have the chance to make it right. The only thing I can do is hope that this note will assuage some of your anger towards me.
Unfair. Everything Rachel did was unfair. Hell, I knew that better than anyone else. She sent me this shitty letter with barely an explanation, and just expected that everything would be okay and I’d take care of her precious little angel.
But I didn’t care. I’d said good-bye to Rachel a long time ago. She was nothing to me, now. Just a bitter memory that was staying in the past.
I found her in her makeshift room. She was sitting on the couch, paging through a book that she’d plucked from my bookshelf. Dracula by Bram Stoker. Her head shot up when she heard me open the door, and her face went a ghastly shade of red when she saw me.
“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry I took your book!” she sputtered. I had to smile at that, in spite of my best efforts.
“It’s fine. Dracula, huh? Certainly an interesting choice.”
“I like reading, but we don’t have many books in the house,” she said, her fingers absentmindedly trailing over the book’s spine. I’d already mentally decided to give her that copy, no matter which way this story ended.
She searched my face and found the answer she was looking for. Yes , I’d read the letter.
She was awfully tiny for a 16-year-old. More than tiny, actually. I was betting that she was malnourished. Well, we’d have to fix that.
“You ran away from your father, didn’t you?”
She nodded again. “He’s not a very nice man,” she added as explanation. I could tell that she wasn’t going to say anymore, so I continued.
“Do you think that he’ll look for you?”
She paused at that and became sort of thoughtful. “I don’t know… I hope not. He probably doesn’t care much about me.”
She looked back down to the book and I felt my heart breaking just a little bit. I couldn’t hand her back to her father… and if I called the police, I couldn’t be sure that that wouldn’t happen. I suddenly wanted more than anything to protect this girl, even if it was her daughter.
And, just like that, I’d made up my mind.
“You can stay here for now,” I said, and her eyes went wide with shock. “It’s summer anyway, so you don’t have to worry about school. There’s no harm in you staying here for a few weeks. We can decide together what to do about your situation. How does that sound?”
For the first time since she came into my life, Tracy smiled. It was a very good smile.
And damn if that thank-you di
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