Welcome to another of my futanari stories! I wanted to do something complex with lots of variables, but also something simple and straightforward. This is the simple one! I hope you enjoy it and fap and cum lots!
— Love, Thunderwitch ❤️

Diary Entry 1

Dear Stepdaughter:

There were two reasons I married your mother.

Number one, Vivian herself. She's lovely, gorgeous, and such a sweetheart. She's one of the kindest people I've ever met, and every second with her is total bliss.

And number two, you, Alice. The moment Vivian introduced me to her then 18-year-old daughter, I fell. I've felt bad for being so attracted to you, because how can a woman fall in love with her fiance's daughter? You were so beautiful with your fiery hair, a red more intense than Vivian's. Your skin, fair and perfect. Your eyes, bright like emeralds. The curves of your slim body were delicious to the eye: your breasts were just a little smaller than your mom's but rounder and perkier, and your hips were more inviting.

And I saw it in your eyes too. I felt every second of your gaze, I heard every deep breath you took. And when we shook hands, I felt your thumb caressing me.

Every time I visited Vivian, I casually asked about you. Your mom thought I was being considerate, and she liked me caring about you. But I just wanted to see you again. Don't get me wrong, I do love your mother very deeply. But I love you more.

I'll never forget our two first times:

The first time we kissed. The three of us were watching a movie together on your mom's sofa, and Vivian got a call from work, and she left the living room for a while. I already had my arm around you, so I held you tighter, and you pressed your body against me. And then your smell. Oh, it was intoxicating. It was the purest fragrance I've ever felt. Then you looked up to me. Your eyes were so innocent, yet so tempting. I couldn't hold myself any longer: I caressed your cheek and I went in for a kiss.

Your lips, Alice, are the most tender I've touched. It was like kissing heaven itself. And then you opened them ever so slightly, giving me permission to explore your mouth. Your tongue was exquisite, you made it dance with mine expertly. It probably was just ten seconds, but it felt like a wonderful eternity. When we broke the kiss because we heard Vivian coming, I could see it in your eyes you wanted more. I wanted more.

After that we took every chance we had to kiss. Every time Vivian looked away, every time she went to a different room, every time I waited for her while you were there. We didn't speak words, we spoke kisses. Deep, passionate kisses. Soon we spoke with our hands too. You held my big breasts while I explored your ass. Then you discovered my futanari cock while I groped your breasts. Vivian never caught us. No one did. We were swift to love each other. Your mom didn't even suspect it was your face I saw when we were together at night.

Then, our second first time. I had left work very early and I went to your house. I knew you'd be there, but your mom wouldn't. And when you opened the door and let me in, you knew what we'd do. I took you in my arms. I kissed you. I undressed you. I lay you on your own mother's bed. I tasted every inch of your body with my fingers and my tongue. Then we made love. It was as if we were virgins discovering climax for the very first time. I loved you with my whole body and my whole soul, I loved you so passionately. And I felt your love too, you were eager to feel me, your moans were the most delightful symphony and the delicate shiver of your body felt delicious against mine. We made love for three hours, and you took my abundant seed several times without wasting even a single drop.

When Vivian finally arrived, we had to pretend I had just gotten there, and we hadn't loved each other so much we still wanted to be together.

We've done it many more times after that. Every time we three would have been apart, it was a moment you and I were together. I invited you to my apartment, or I went to your house. We didn't go to motels or stuff like that, because we wanted to love each other, and to be able to smell each other's essence on our beds (and your mom's bed).

Then, I found out how much of a futacock-starved whore you are.