Krystal stood up on the altar in her wedding gown, in all her glory, standing beside her future husband, Mark, a good man whom I approved of, and who I knew would make her happy.
As I admired my 23-year old stepdaughter, whom I raised, I looked over at my younger stepdaughter Karla who was standing beside her, now 20 and turning into a gorgeous young woman.
Karla smiled as she admired her sister, and I could tell that by the look on her face, she wanted to be there someday. And when Karla looked back at me and winked, I felt a sudden tinge of guilt.
It was after the reception, when the bride, groom, and guests were long gone, when Karla and I were in my bedroom once again, tearing our clothes off each other as we made out passionately.
It had been like this for two years, and the passion hadn't subsided in the least for either of us. It started the night after the wedding of my niece, when Karla and I finally gave into each other's feelings for each other, and made love for the first time.
Things were tentative for a while; I felt guilty about succumbing to temptation with my stepdaughter, but the ever persistent Karla pushed the issue, whether it be by innocently brushing up against me or wearing provocative clothing around the house to tease me, or being slightly more brazen and climbing into bed with me in the middle of the night.
Eventually, I once again succumbed to temptation, and after I made that decision to make love to her for a second time, there was no turning back. For the next two weeks, we fucked wherever we got the chance--every night before bed, every morning in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room...
And while things calmed down a little bit, we still maintained the passion that we had for each other on the first night we were together. But after seeing Krystal move on and tie the knot with Mark, I wanted the same thing for Karla, and knew that we could never make it official like Krystal and Mark.
The night of Krystal's wedding, I had planned on telling Karla that this was the last time that we were going to be together; that it had to stop and we had to move on from each other so we could live happy lives, and not live in secret any longer.
Being with Karla was hard to give up, though--she was so vibrant, so energetic, and we had such great chemistry. But I kept thinking in my head: if I truly loved Karla, I would let her go.
She didn't make it easy though.
"Oh, Allan, yes, that's the spot", Karla panted as she grabbed hold of the sheets with both of her fists, arching her back as I thrusted deep inside of her, kissing her neck and causing her to moan once again.
"Allan", she moaned, then opening her eyes and looking straight into mine, "you're incredible."
I stared into her eyes intentfully as I replied, "No, you are baby."
She moaned again as I thrusted with more force, feeling myself start to cum.
"Cum for me baby", she encouraged. "I'm ready."
I thought for a quick second that this would be the last time I would ever cum in this pussy. I sighed as I spurted hard inside her, closing my eyes in deep pleasure, trying to take in this amazing feeling one last time, and enjoying every second of it.
I collapsed on the bed, spent. She wrapped her arm around me, and held me close. I kissed her on the cheek, then sat up and looked at her lovingly.
"I love that we have this, baby", I told her.
She smiled. "I love it, too."
I looked down as she smiled back at me, and she sensed that something was wrong. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.
I decided that now was the time, I had to break it off, I had to let her go and let her be happy with someone else, someone she could go out with in public, someone who could make her happy for the rest of her life.
I reluctantly opened my mouth. "Baby, we need to talk."
***
3 YEARS LATER
It had been three years since I broke things off with Karla, and life had completely changed. For one, I got married. I met Cindy about six months after breaking up with Karla, and things quickly progressed from there.
Cindy was younger than me; in her late 30s, and like me, a divorcee who never had kids of her own. Because of that, she wanted to have kids badly when we met, so I made the decision to get the vasectomy I got when I was with Lyndall reversed, so we could try having kids.
We've been trying to have kids for about a year, but haven't had a whole lot of luck. I've wondered to myself if perhaps I just have a bad seed, and I'm not meant to have kids. Whatever it is, it was frustrating me.
I had kept in touch with Krystal and Mark, who actually moved into our neighborhood and popped by almost every day. They recently had a kid together, a little boy, and even though I'm not biologically related to him, I still see him as a grandson.
Karla had been away for college for the last three years, leaving town pretty much right after I told her that we had to stop our relationship. While she came over every now and then for family dinners, she seemed to keep me at a distance. I suspect that she was still hurt over what happened, but according to Krystal, she has had several boyfriends, so I guess I shouldn't be too worried.
Things changed once again on one Thanksgiving night. Karla had come down to spend Thanksgiving with the family, and she was staying in the new guest house that Cindy and I had built. It was the first time that Karla got to see her little nephew, and I could tell that she was excited to be home.
"So, Karla, how has school been?" Cindy asked.
Karla smiled politely and said "Fine." I could tell that she always felt uncomfortable conversing with Cindy, and I guess I knew why.
"You got another boyfriend?" Krystal teased.
"No!" Karla said lightheartedly, though I could tell she was a little embarrassed.
"I've heard you've been quite the heartbreaker", I teased to Karla.
She smiled and threw her napkin at me. "Shut up, Allan!", she teased, and all of a sudden, I turned red.
I hoped nobody would notice, but of course Cindy teased me, "What are you blushing about?"
I smiled and looked at her, then back at Karla, who winked at me slyly as she went back to her dinner.
A couple hours later, we were hanging out in the living room watching TV. Karla, Cindy, and I were on the couch, while Krystal and Mark were on the loveseat. At around 9, Krystal and Mark went home to put the baby to bed, while Cindy, Karla and I stayed up for another hour watching a movie.
About halfway into the movie, Karla fell asleep, and rested her head on my shoulder. I looked at her lovingly, and brushed my hand across her forehead.
I looked over at Cindy. "That's so sweet", she said, kissing me on the cheek. "I'm going to go to bed though, you going to follow me?"
I hesitated. "I think I'm going to stay up and watch the rest of this. I'll come up in a bit."
Cindy nodded and went up the stairs. For about another 15 minutes it was just me, watching the movie with my stepdaughter and former lover resting her head against me.
At about 10:15 her head fell from my shoulder to my lap. For a minute I thought she was still sleeping, but when she nuzzled her head against my crotch, I suspected otherwise.
I felt myself growing hard, and decided to wake her up before she felt anything.
"Karla", I said, slightly nudging her shoulder.
At that she stirred, pulling herself away from my lap and sitting upright.
"Oh, did I fall asleep?" she asked, looking at me with those sweet eyes. "Sorry if I kept you up."
I smiled. "You didn't."
She kept her hand on my leg as she turned her attention towards the movie.