ok..here we go. My first 'confession'. Ill feel safer telling it if i started by saying..this story is bullshit..made up..a lie. So there you have it..its fictitious. Whistleblowers, get fucked.
Ill try keep this confession short and sweet for those impatient sick fucks out there like me..yet detailed enough for you to easily put yourself into my shoes and watch things unfold.

My stepdaughter Emily

I met Marie when her daughter Emily was 2 years old. Everything felt right and easy. Our obvious and shared attraction to one another kept us going to the same partys just so we could see each other again. We also knew enough of each other and already shared so many friends that we both felt we could let our guards down..and we did. We just kinda ran with it and within a few weeks, we were moving into a shitty little two bedroom apartment together. Her daughter Emily and I had hit it off on the first day when we first met weeks earlier. She was adorable and loving, I paid attention to her and there was nothingg harmful in my intentions with her. Her little instincts told her she could trust me..so she did. We were best friends right out of the gate.

My life suddenly changed. That June..I was single, selling coke, living off fastfood and renting a room month to month in a cheap hotel. By the start of August..I had a hot girlfriend, an adorable toddler whose face lit up whenever I entered the room and I now lived with both of them. It all happened fast..but I was ok with it. We were happy.

Years passed. Good years. We were still together and now felt like family to one another. Marie was a fox..9 years younger than me. A tall and lean brunette with the sexiest face that probably made most guys that met her wonder what her cum face looked like Lol and she was funny, outspoken, she knew how to handle the attention she got when we went out partying..and she loved me. I was also about %95 sure she was only fucking me back then, so I slept well at night. The relationship thing seemed to be working out. Fuck yea.

As for Emily..she had grown to look alot like Dora the Explorer lol seriously. Olive skinned, oval faced little brunette. Cute as can be..a hit with people everywhere we went. And yes..our relationship was healthy. She became a daddys girl..and I doted on her. I truly loved her and fiercely protected her. My coke cash made it easy to fill her
room with whatever she asked for. Best friends. Lol
Looking back now..I think thats the closest Ive ever been to being truly content in life.

Then later that year..and as most good things in life do..it all came to an abrupt and painful end.
Possession of a Controlled Substance. Considered a felony in many countries..mine included. I not certain..but I think I heard the judge chuckle to himself as he went over my case file at my bail hearing, but I knew his answer long before he leaned forward to put his fat fuckin face closer to the mic on his desk. Bail denied. Due to my history of non-compliance. Fucker. Fuck off. Fuckin old c**t.

All I could think of for the next few months was the faces of my girls at home. My Marie and Emily. Picturing my babygirl, sad and asking for me..that really cut me deep..and to this day, I still ache in my chest whenever my thoughts go back there. My clothes were still there..my toothbrush..reminders for her everywhere in our little home..and I wasnt coming back. I was gone. My girls..my life with them. I knew it was all over..at least for a few years.
I figured Marie would last 6 months after I went to jail, 6 months before she gave up and just let go. She was gone in 4. I wasnt mad at her though. Never once felt abandoned by her..because if the tables were turned..I wouldnt have waited for her either. Fuck that shit.
Go ahead baby..fuck yea. Go live your life and make the most of the time your given. No regrets.

I didnt know it then, but I wouldnt see or talk to Marie and Emily again for another 5 years.

I was caught with a significant amount of 'controlled substance'. 14 months after my denied bail
request..the same fat faced fuck that refused my bail request was sitting across from me in the courtroom again. This time though, he sentenced me to 4 years, to be served in a federal penitentiary.
Fucker. Fuck off. Fuckin old c**t.

Fast forward to release day. Im on parole. Job lined up. Im back in the city. Everything seems kinda different. Holy fuckin shit..Im actually free though. My thoughts wander to the girls..but only briefly because Im so busy trying to readjust and Im trying to set up some kind of life for myself at the same time. Hectic and stressful describe the first week after release very well. But..fuckin rights, Im going to land on my feet. Its not even a choice.

A month later..Im about to move into a one bedroom..Im establishing a solid routine to follow..Im trying really hard to not fuck it all up. Work and sleep. Easy enough right? But then...I ran into my ex Marie in a big grocery store that operates out here lol made me nervous to see her..but horny too

But yea..fuck you God..your probably just some dorky kid with a magnifying glass after all.
Anyway...the moment I first saw her again..I pictured fucking her..right then..right there. Lol holy fuck she
looked good with a few more years on her. I couldnt explain it. Or wait..oh yea..yea I guess I can....I hadnt had sex in over 4 years. Yea thats probably it.
Anyeay..within a couple days of seeing her..we made plans to spend some time together at her place or mine. And..I got enough courage up to ask about my girl Emily.
She replied..by showing me some photos of her from her FB profile.
I couldnt believe my eyes when I saw her in the picture. This was completely beyond anything I couldve imagined for her..I literally got dizzy and light headed.

To be continued....