When step daughter teases
Standing there in the doorway, my eyes locked on her perfect little body. Sunlight filled the room behind her, and everything was plain for me to see, her white skin, her small breasts with dark nipples. Her dark thatch of hair between her legs. The shape of her narrow waist and flaring hips. She looked at me, I looked at her. Her dark hair hung straight and her eyes unblinking. I was frozen, like a deer in the headlights.
Why had I walked up the stairs? I didn’t even remember anymore. Why did she wait until I was at the very top of the stairs, directly in front of her door, before stepping in front of it and showing me everything she had to offer?
I stared, trying to drink in the sight of her small sexy body. She didn’t say a word, no screech of surprise, just returned my look and then closed her bedroom door, cutting off my view of the beautiful vision.
I mumbled something incoherent and walked toward my room. The lump that spontaneously formed in my shorts was pushing the pant leg out. I changed my shirt, not knowing what else to do. Why had I come upstairs in the first place? I paused for a moment, reliving the image of her forbidden fruit. I thought I heard some movement from her room, she was probably scrambling to put her clothes on.
I collected myself and made my way back toward the stairs and her door. As I approached, I noticed the door was once again open. I made sure my footfalls were noticeably loud. I came even with her room, I could only make out the leftmost edge of her bed, I took another step past her door. The view opened up further, her bare foot was visible on the bed, toes up, she must be on her back and her right leg splayed outward. I craned my neck to see around the corner better, the rest of her right side came into view, she was still naked, on her back in the middle of her bed, her hand was active between those smooth white legs.
I froze. She laid sprawled across her bed, head on her pillow, her knees drew upward and outward, her fingers danced in her muff. Downstairs I could hear her mother banging about cleaning the kitchen. My cock thickened and my throat constricted. Her eyes were closed. My foot, half suspended in the air, landed, half a step into her bedroom door.
Her eyes slitted open, our eyes met. Her fingers stopped moving. What felt like eternity, but which lasted no more than one second, we looked at each other. Her fingers began to dance once more, flashes of pink slit were exposed to me. My hand unconsciously gripped my thick cock through my shorts. Her eyes closed and I felt released from the spell.
I watched as she masturbated on her bed. I didn’t know if she was putting on a show for me, or if she just didn’t care if I saw her masturbating, either seemed equally likely. My hand was stroking my cock through my loose shorts. The clothes she’d been wearing earlier in the day lay strewn across her bedroom floor. Her fingers continued to strum away.
I pulled the pant leg of my shorts up with my left hand, springing my hard cock free. I began to squeeze and slowly stroke my thick rod with my right hand, while I pulled my shorts up further, freeing my heavy balls to hang free along with my entire shaft. Unlike her, I was completely shaven, she could see everything I had to offer. Her eyes opened further, she glanced from my eyes to my crotch, my eyes did the same to her.
Her fingers continued to dance through her hairy pink slit. My hand continued to stroke the full length of my cock. I took another step into her room, then stooped to pick up her panties, balled up on the floor. I watched as her body began to pink up. I paused to wrap her panties around my cock. Her eyes observed, her fingers looked wet, I could now hear the wet sloshing of her pussy.
I continued to hold my shorts aside with one hand and stroked long and hard with her panties along my shaft. I was fully exposed to her eyes. Her neck and chest were red and splotchy now, she began to make small squeals and her knees started quivering and flapping up and down like butterfly wings.
It was too much, pleasure burst in my brain “Oh fuck!” I groaned through gritted teeth and fired a blast of cum across the gap between us, spattering on her bent leg. I covered the head of my cock with her panties and pumped the rest of my load into her dainty cottons. Her body trembled and quivered, her fingers had stilled.
As my orgasm subsided, I used the panties to wipe the cum from my cock. I looked at my state, hard cock in hand and exposed to her. She lay naked and exposed to me, quivering in the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Guilt and fear quickly burst through my body, replacing the pleasure from moments ago. I pushed my short’s leg down over my stiff pole and dropped the panties on the floor like they were covered in bees. I practically fled her room. I made my way downstairs and paused to compose myself, instructing my brain to act normally.
I walked in the kitchen, made small talk with my wife and then went back to my yard work. I replayed in my head what had just happened. I couldn’t believe it. I was fucked. So fucked. I dragged out my work outside, bouncing between the exciting memory and the heart racing fear. I rehearsed what I would say, but nothing sounded even remotely acceptable. I eventually went back in the house, icy dread filled me, waiting to have accusations piled upon me, for some terrible explanation to spring from my mouth, which I was sure would sound hollow.
My wife greeted me and was busy, acting normal. I talked to her, trying to remain cool as I heard her daughter’s footsteps coming down the stairs. She walked past us, wearing her usual sweats and t-shirt. She grabbed some snacks from the cabinet and walked out as if nothing had happened. As if it was just another day. I felt my breath come back, my blood began to flow through my veins again. The world hadn’t ended. My life wasn’t over. It was just two people masturbating in near proximity, nothing more, nothing less. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued my day.
Later that evening, my wife and I went to jump on our respective computers, right there, sitting on my desk, a pair of panties were balled up. I quickly snatched them, before my wife saw them. Then I paused to think, were they the same panties? Were they my wife’s? What if she put them there and if I didn’t respond, she’d wonder why I hadn’t. She was right behind me, she might be waiting to see my response. So I improvised. I pushed my shorts down, freed my hard cock and wrapped the panties around my shaft, then spun around in my chair to face her. “Somebody's a naughty girl!” I teased her, drawing her attention to me.
“What are you doing?” she smiled at me. We had a pretty good and playful sex life. “What are you doing with those?” she asked, regarding the panties.
That was all the information I needed. My wife hadn’t put them on my desk, she hadn’t seen me grab them. “I saw them on the floor and decided to give your panties a taste of my cock”
“Those aren’t mine.” she claimed.
I froze and looked down at the panties draped over my cock. “Oh!” I let realization dawn over me. I then smiled at her and began stroking my cock with them. “Maybe someone shouldn’t leave the laundry lying about.” I chided her. My wife always folded the laundry on the floor in our office, so the stray sock or panty wasn’t completely out of the question. I let her snatch the panties away from me as she looked about, worried that her daughter may have caught any of the antics.
She laughed “You’re bad! Put that away before you get caught”, and scampered to the laundry room to toss the panties into the hamper while I pulled my shorts up. She returned smiling and I knew I was in the clear. Any cum covered panties she’d find in the future could be explained away as my masturbating with whatever panties I happened to stumble across.
My mind wandered, “she put those panties on my desk. What was she hinting at? Was it a threat that she would tell? They didn’t seem to be crusted up with dry cum, were they a different pair of panties? Did she want me to pump a load into these other ones?” All these thoughts ran through my mind, without a real answer. The only thing I knew for sure was that she was involving me in something more. She wasn’t just trying to pretend that “it never happened”. Could I respond, should I respond, I knew I shouldn’t, but I also knew, I’d probably be unable to resist.
I took those thoughts to bed with me, I tossed and turned and in the middle of the night, I got up and made my way downstairs. I went into the laundry room and found the panties. I felt them, no crusty dried cum. I hesitantly smelled them. Did I detect the faint smell of a woman? I wasn’t sure.
I didn’t contemplate much longer, I took those panties and placed the tip of my swollen cock against the gusset, right where her pussy would contact the panties and I jerked my cock. It didn’t take long for me to pump a load of thick white cum all over the cotton. I shuddered at the pleasure of seeing the crotch of her panties completely coated in my cum.
Now, what to do with them? Several ideas came to mind, but I decided on the best idea. I quietly made my way back upstairs. I slipped into her bathroom and hung the panties on the inside of her bathroom door knob. I made sure they hung down so the cum covered crotch faced away from the door. This way, she’d only see them from inside the bathroom when the door was closed. Her mother wouldn’t likely see them as she never used the bathroom. I tiptoed back to bed and fell immediately asleep.
The next day was Sunday, like most Sundays, I fucked my wife before we got up to start my day. I usually lay in bed a bit after, while she got up to make the coffee. Images of her naked daughter brought my rod back to stiffness, I wasn’t going to just fuck these thoughts out of my head. I got up and went about trying to have a normal Sunday morning.
Like any teenager, she didn’t get up until later. Everything all seemed pretty normal, she ate breakfast, generally ignored us and spent her time watching junk on TV and concentrating on her phone. At some point around noon, I found a moment to slip into her bathroom and check the door knob. The panties were gone. I looked in her hamper, they weren’t there. I smiled and slipped out, wondering what she did with them. In my mind I imagined her sucking on the cum covered crotch of her panties as she masturbated in her room before coming downstairs for the day. I imagined her savoring the taste of my cum. But hey, that probably isn’t what happened, but it aroused me all the same.
I continued to wonder what happened to the panties, was she wearing them? Did she know I had my way with them? She didn’t even give me any special looks, no shared secret wink, nothing to indicate we were somehow now involved in a secret sexual game. I was the one acting like the teenager, sneaking looks at her, trying not to get caught staring. I took her cue and decided to get back into my more dominant personality. I was the man of the house, I told myself. The pussy is all mine. Stop acting like a punk.
I went about my day doing my normal work around the house and yard. When I was done, I made sure to let my wife know I was going to take a shower, while her daughter was in ear shot. I went upstairs and left the bedroom door open while I undressed. I made sure my cock was mostly erect as I casually stood around where I could be “accidentally” seen. But nothing happened. I eventually lost patience and went and took a shower.
I was a bit disappointed and decided to get over myself. I showered and dried off, then went over to my dresser, forgetting all about the door I’d left open from before. I opened a drawer and grabbed some clean shorts. I dropped the towel from around my waist and stepped into the shorts. I was tucking my still semi hard cock into the shorts as I turned away from my dresser. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye down the hall.
I looked up, her eyes met mine and then she ducked into her room. I finished putting away my cock and smiled. She’d been waiting for me I thought. No chance she just got lucky, and I’m pretty sure I gave her a pretty good view of me. Not that she had any doubts about what my cock looked like after yesterday, but still. I liked the idea that she wanted to look at me.
I tried to come up with an idea to escalate. I mean, we’ve already masturbated in front of each other, seen each other nude, but I wanted more. Now I was obsessed. I wanted to see my cock in her mouth. I wanted to pump a load of cum into her belly. I wanted to eat her pussy, fuck her ass and pussy. Now that the veritable seal had been breached I wanted it all!
My mind schemed, consumed with ideas of what I could do. How to take another step, without pushing it. Letting her set the pace, but not act like a damn simp either. How do I make her come to me? The shower had worked to some extent, but the panties, I don’t even know what she did with them. I was her little bitch, cumming her panties on demand. I decided to not close my door to protect her from seeing me naked, or hearing me fucking her mother. Underwear, no more, I’d wear shorts and sweatpants that allowed my cock to show through the material. I’d wear my bathrobe and not worry if she could see my cock and balls. Her mother’s butt plugs, they’d be left out where they could be found. I decided to engage her brain sexually as much as I could get away with.
With such bold ideas, I put on a t-shirt and walked past her room. The door was closed, almost, but not completely. Should I be so bold as to open her door without knocking? I had nothing to tell her, and her bedroom should be her safe haven. I wanted her to come to me. So I ignored the partially open door and strolled down the stairs. My cock leaked precum on my thigh.