My Stepdaughter the Tease Pt. 01

My Step-Daughter the Tease

Marie and I married three years ago when her daughter, Gabby, was in high school. She and I weren't the best of friends, but we got along.

From what I understand, Gabby had always been close with her father. She considered him her best friend. Then one day he up and ran off. It caught Gabby and Marie so off guard that they filed a missing persons report.

Well, the police found ole'boy. He was shacked up with a nineteen year old stripper he knocked up at a buddy's bachelor party.

It took a long time to get Marie to trust me enough to even call me her boyfriend. We went out and she told me she only wanted something casual, but I fell for her. She was beautiful and lively, despite the trouble she'd been through. That's what I loved most about her--her constant positive attitude.

When she came around to me being a more permanent part of her life, we moved in together. Gabby was always busy with cheerleading and friends, so Marie and I had plenty of time to ourselves throughout the days. Hell, before we got married, I'd only met Gabby a handful of times.

At first, Marie and I fucked like rabbits. I had never been so worn out from sex. It was like I was in high school with my first girlfriend all over again.

Over the past year that's changed. Marie barely looks at me, let alone wants to fuck. The last time she even touched me was a pity hand job on my birthday. Even then, I barely wanted it to happen. I would have much rather jerked myself off to girl on girl porn in the bathroom.

Maybe it's because I've been uber horny with no outlet, but now that I'm here with Gabby I'm noticing more about her. She's almost nineteen years old and in perfect shape. She has a slim waist, toned abs thanks to her cheerleading physique, perky round breasts, and an ass so tight I could bounce a quarter off of it. Her hair is long and blonde, cascading in loose waves around her shoulders.

Noticing is wrong. She's my step daughter. I shouldn't look at her in any other way. It just doesn't help that she constantly walks around the house in baby blue bike shorts that cling to every curve of her body and skimpy crop tops that leave little to the imagination.

I hate to admit that I've thought about bending her over the couch and ripping the shorts off plenty of times in the shower by now.

But that's as far as it's gone. I'm always careful to be respectful. Sure, my step daughter is a smokeshow, but I don't ogle her. I don't touch her or make creepy comments. My mind wanders and I let it be that way.

But now... There's something different between us.

Ever since Gabby has been home for winter break, she's been spending more and more time with me. I work from home and she knocks on my office door to chat when she's bored, she sits on the counter while I'm cooking, and she's always asking to watch movies with me after dinner.

It's more than just wanting to spend time with me though. I get a strange sense it's more devious than that. I catch her blue eyes scanning my face and looking down at my body from time to time. I'm forty-five, but I keep myself in good shape. I work out regularly and I was a division one swimmer in college.

Watching Gabby lick her lips, flicking her delicate pink tongue in and out of her mouth while watching me, is titillating to say the least. It gets my mind running. On top of that, she brushes against me, letting her hands linger on my arms.

This morning, for example. She was up doing yoga in the living room when I walked out of my office to get a fresh cup of Joe. She was in full downward dog, her ass on clear display as I tried desperately to focus on my coffee.

"David," Gabby calls to me, forcing me to look away from my steaming cup. "Can you take a look at my form for a second? I need to make sure my spine is straight for this."

"Sure," I nervously said as I walked to the living room.

Gabby stood upright and instructed me to stand behind her. She backed into me, immediately apologizing while she flashed me a coy smile. A moment later she was bent over with her ass pressed against my groin.

"Can you just run your hand along my spine to make sure it's aligned? My instructor usually does but she's on vacation," Gabby said as she looked over her shoulder at me.

Knowing her female yoga instructor did this only made the blood flowing to my cock more excited because this was already sensual enough. Imagining a hot, scantily clad yoga instructor touching her is easily going to be the fixture of my next jerk off session.

I leaned forward and ran my hand along her spine, feeling how her muscles tensed under my touch. I tried my best to fight off images of her on the floor with her legs spread below me as I touched her, but it didn't matter. My cock strained against my jeans and I couldn't back away in time to keep Gabby from feeling it.

I'm not sure if I expected her to recoil, but she didn't. I could have sworn I heard a quiet moan.

"Looks straight to me," I said, backing away as swiftly as I could. "Gotta get back to work."

I rushed away from her and back to my office, closing the door and sinking into my desk chair.

Now I'm still here, afraid to leave my office because I know that as soon as I do, we'll have to talk about how I popped a boner and she felt it against her perfect, bubble butt.

Fuck, even thinking about it now is getting me hard again. It's been hours since it happened and all I can do is focus on work. I find a rhythm and am able to forget all about it for a while. Then I hear a knock on my office door.

"Come in," I say, furiously typing an email to make myself look busier than I am.

Holy fucking shit.

Gabby stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a white towel that barely comes to the middle of her thighs. It's wrapped around her tits and threatening to rip open and fall down any moment. She's carrying a cup of coffee in her hand and striding across the room to bring it to me.

"I noticed you left your cup on the counter so I thought I'd make you a new one," Gabby says, leaning against the side of my desk as she extends her hand for me.

"Thank you," I say, forcing my eyes to stay on hers.

"What are you working on?" she asks, walking around the desk to stand right beside me. I can smell her shampoo and body wash strong enough to want to lick her and see if she tastes as sweet as she smells. I'm almost positive she does.

"It's boring, just some expense reports," I say, shrugging it off. I rest my hands in my lap hoping she doesn't see the raging hard on she's given me.

"That's not boring," Gabby says as she rests a hand on my shoulder and sits on the arm of my chair. The towel rises more as she sits and I see more of her soft, luscious skin. I'd give anything to reach a hand between her legs and feel her glorious teen pussy against me. "I'll let you get back to it, though."

She leaves my office, a trail of her scent lingering in the air behind her. Focusing isn't an option right now. I could try, but it would never happen.

I decide a cold shower is what I need. A cold shower and a fistful of soap.

I walk into the bathroom to see that it's still steamy from Gabby's shower and prepare for my own. I sit on the toilet for a few minutes scrolling on my phone for Gabby's Instagram. I know she has pictures from a beach trip she took with friends for graduation where she's in the tiniest little bikini.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice something on the floor. A tiny lace thong. I freeze, my heart beating in my throat. Gabby didn't leave any other clothes in here. She took her yoga pants and shirt when she was done showering, but she left her panties.

Maybe I'm reading into it, but my gut tells me these are for me.

I pick them up and hold them in my hand as I trace the delicate fabric with my fingers. As I do, I feel dampness in the center. It's not just from the bathroom either.

Gabby left her wet panties in the bathroom for me to find.

My cock is practically breaking through the zipper of my jeans as I bring them to my nose and inhale the sweet musky scent of her pussy. I lick the fabric to get a taste of her and it drives me mad with desire. I set my phone down on the sink and stare at the picture of Gabby and her friend, Nadia, in their tiny bikinis while I sniff my step daughter's panties.

My cock throbs while I rub it, teasing the head with my thumb and soaking my shaft with pre-cum. I imagine Gabby here, on her knees, flicking her delicate pink tongue all over it. Knowing she left her panties here for me makes it that much more feasible that it might some day happen.

When I start getting closer to cumming, I take the panties and rub them against my cock. Knowing that her juices are sliding against my cock is enough to make me cum. I point every rope of cum at the center of her panties while I throb relentlessly.

"Fuck, Gabby," I moan, unable to control myself as the pleasure overtakes me.

It takes me a few minutes, but I work up the strength to get in the shower and cool down. When I get out of the shower I rinse the cum off of her panties and shove them in my pocket. I'll be using these again, I'm sure of that.

I change in my room and try to get my mind in gear for the rest of my work day. As I walk out, I see Gabby in the bathroom again, still in her towel, looking for something. My heart drops to my stomach as she turns around and stares at me.

"What's up?" I ask. I know damn well what she's doing and I try not to look too guilty considering her panties are tucked away in my sock drawer.

Gabby smiles and walks out of the bathroom toward me. She brushes against me as she walks toward her room. "Nothing, just thought I left something behind is all. It's not there, though."

She tosses one last coy smile over her shoulder before closing her door. I'm certain now that leaving her panties was 100% intentional.

If Gabby was bold enough to leave her panties there for me, I wonder what she might do next...

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