Sorry for the length.

The interesting thing about my family secret is it happened before it was a family. I married my first wife right after high school, we were each our first, and basically both missed out on the late teens and 20s period of exploration.  We divorced when I was 57, after just over 39 years of marriage.  I took that as my opportunity to “explore” what I had missed with gusto.  I had many experiences over the next few years, good amount of bull work, few GBs, but mostly a lengthy string of short term relationships and one/two-night stands.  At about the 3 year mark I was attending a party and met the woman who is now my wife. Ten years younger than  me, and as it turns out, way more of a freak than I could have hoped for.  She had been in the LS for over 15 years, and has since introduced me to some wild folks. She enjoys setting me up with singles or couples, and when possible, loves to be my fluffer. 

Anyway, the twist happened after we had been dating for a couple of months. She knew much about my 3 year exploration, especially some of the more “interesting” episodes. One such happened when I met up with a couple of male colleagues about 2 years before I met my wife. We were at a bar a few cities away from my office. One of the guys was late 40s and the other early 50s.  Both were getting hammered and truly embarrassing themselves fawning over the young barback.  I was facing an hour-long drive home, and had had a long day, so I wasn’t drinking, and was getting annoyed with my two sloppy-drunk friends.  But shortly before I was planning to leave, the barback started to simultaneously engage my friends, but more pointedly flirt with me. (She told me later that at first she was just trying to make the two horndogs I was with jealous, but she started enjoying her game and my own responses to her teasing. The big shift happened when one of my friends asked her what someone might find in her bureau, and she answered “a collection of caged lingerie.” I expressed ignorance as to what “caged” lingerie was. She pulled out her phone, and holding it so I could see but my friends couldn’t she scrolled to two pics and then a short vid of her in said caged lingerie.  For the life of me, I can’t remember much of what happened in the next 45 minutes, but I know I finally started drinking, and 20 minutes after we closed down the bar, I was naked on her futon, watching her high, firm breasts heave as she rode me like a pro.  Didn’t know much about her (Tory) at the time, but was smart enough to get her digits.

I called her two days later and we agreed to meet at a restaurant near her apartment the next week.  I didn’t want to wait that long, but she wanted to meet when her roommates weren’t going to be home “just in case” as she put it.  This is when I find out that she is 19 (which is why she was a barback, and not a bartender) and a sophomore in college.  Turns out Tory comes from the same school that my kids had gone to, although 10 years later than my youngest.  Saw her several times over the next few months.  A complete animal when it came to sex.  Loved it in public places, multi-orgasmic, and was magic with her mouth, especially talented in coaxing life back into my spent member just minutes after finishing in one or another of her holes.

So, family twist.  Move ahead a little over 2 years from the. After a few weeks of dating my new GF and I decide to introduce each other to our families. I head to her house for mother’s day, and meet my now MIL, and my two step-daughters, Vicky and Kayla, and yup her older daughter, Vicky, was my caged lingerie nymphet Victoria, who apparently always hated being called Vicky and changed it when she went to college.

From the initial look on her face she was as surprised as me, but true to her bold, confident self, played it much more coolly than I did. Even though we never have spoken about it, there are the smirky secret smiles that pass between us occasionally.  She gave the toast when I married her mother, and she even planted a secret joke about married folks needing to be careful with what one keeps in their bureau drawers.  But I’m still struggling with two issues.

First is that from the moment I encountered her at the MIL’s house, I've been conflicted about whether I should tell my now wife or keep my fingers crossed that the information doesn't otherwise come out. My wife is aware of my 3 year quest to notching my belt, and even that I had seen a kinky 19-year-old for several months. But a 19-year-old as a hypothetical is very different than your own daughter. It doesn’t help that not only did I tell her about the young lover, but I was somewhat graphic in describing Tory’s prowess and kinks.     

The second issue is more physical.  It isn’t always easy to be in the step-daughter’s presence, always a twitch at a minimum, and if I get a whiff of her scent, I’m fully erect within seconds.  Kudos to her, because she seems completely comfortable, and doesn’t do anything intentional to torment me. I am actually more wary of the younger step. Not only is she around our house much more (she is now in college herself, but lives with us when she is not at school).  Although she is generally far more shy than her sister, she does do things that are more provocative, and often seems to have an all too knowing look in her eye when engaging in her teasing behaviors.