Disclaimer: This story contains sex between a step dad and step daughter. If that bothers you....ummmm...don't friggin read it! I enjoy all feedback, even from the negative people because they make me laugh. :-) Oh yea, you might want to read parts 1 and 2 to get the whole story but be forewarned there is no sex in those parts. If you are just here for the sex then read on McDuff.
Vicky stood up and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She realized she had just told Paul she would do whatever he told her too and the look in his eyes when she said that made her shiver. She felt the goosebumps rise on her arms as she thought about the implications of that statement.
She was also feeling the warmth on her ass from the spanking Paul had given her. It had been humiliating when he held her there helplessly and slapped her behind. She had fought it at first but had realized she was no match for Paul's physique and had eventually lain there as calmly as she could until he seemed satisfied.
She stared at her face in the bathroom mirror and was surprised to see how flushed her cheeks were. Her nipples were still hard and pushing out against the material of her shirt. She knew it was wrong to feel excited about her mothers husband but couldn't help the reaction her body was displaying.
She shook her head and washed her face with cold water to try to calm herself. Thinking that if she took her time, Paul would eventually get tired of waiting and go to bed himself. She proceeded to brush her hair out, slowly going through 100 strokes on each section of hair to stretch out the time. She figured even if he did wait he would just remind her again about what would happen if she told her mom about tonight and then leave her alone. Surely he wasn't thinking of doing anything else to her?
Finished with her hair and face she walked back into the bedroom to change into her pajamas. She was a little surprised, and a little excited, to see Paul still sitting calmly on the edge of her bed.
"Ummm. I need to get undressed now Paul." She said quietly.
"Okay." said Paul. And he continued to sit there watching her.
Knowing that he wasn't going to leave until she was actually in bed, Vicky turned her back towards him. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and set it on the chair in the corner of the room. Reaching behind herself she unfastened her bra and brought it down her arms. Sensing Paul's gaze on her bare back as she did so. The sensation making her whole body tremble a little.
"Are you cold Vicky?"
"Uh, no Paul. I'll be fine when I get my nightshirt on."
Vicky undid the clasp on her skirt and unzipped it down the side. Pushing her skirt down she stepped out of it and set it on the chair also. Standing there now in just her red, lace panties made her feel more vulnerable then she had ever felt before in front of another person. And the fact that it was her step dad just made it all the more confusing and exciting to her.
She walked to her closet, trying to keep her back to Paul as she did, and reached in for a nightshirt. Her hand hesitated as she started to take her basic oversized white cotton t-shirt off of the rod. Instead she left it hanging there and pulled off the silk nightgown her mom had gotten her for Christmas last year.
It was a deep shade of red and hung to just above the middle part of her thighs. The front had a deep v-neck that showed off a considerable amount of her bust line. She remembered how her mom had joked about how lucky the guy would be who first saw her in it. She couldn't imagine what her mom would think if she knew it was going to be Paul.
Paul sat on the bed staring at Vicky as she moved around the room. First staring at her smooth back and the beautiful curve of her shoulders before enjoying the sight of her long legs as she took off her skirt.
Watching her in nothing but that pair of red panties was making him harder then he had been in months. He felt like his member was going to burst through his pants and it was almost uncomfortable. But he also knew how much he was affecting her just sitting there so he just continued to watch in silence.
A slight smile spread over his face when he saw her reaching for a nightgown. He noticed her starting to pick out the plain white one and then moving to the silky one her mom had given her instead.
She wants this to happen too, Paul thought then. Or does she even realize how dangerous putting on that nightgown will make this situation. He had been wrestling with his thoughts since she went into the bathroom. Could he really do this? Could he really have sex with the daughter of his wife?
Watching her slip the nightgown over her head and seeing her breasts outlined in the dim light gave him his answer. Yes he could.
Vicky let the nightgown fall over her body. Enjoying the sensation of the silk against her bare breasts. She turned and walked to the bed. Trying not to stare at Paul as he watched her.
When she reached the bed Paul stood up and pulled the covers aside for her. He stood there as she got in and got settled on her back. She looked up at him with her brown eyes.
"Okay Paul. I'm in now. Good night."
Paul just continued to stand there with the covers in his hand. Staring down at Vicky's beautiful young figure. Much like her mom's figure used to look years ago. He knew she was getting uncomfortable again but he didn't care. He just took in the ways her breasts were spread out on her torso, the nipples still obviously hard from their earlier activity.
He glanced down to her legs. The smooth skin looking like she had recently shaved them. Making him wonder if she shaved everywhere? The thought sending more blood pulsing to his manhood. Making it push out further against his pants.
Oh my god! Thought Vicky. He's getting hard just looking at me. She saw the bulge in his pants and began to reconsider the nightgown. What was she thinking? Did she want to turn him on? She was feeling scared now that she might have bitten off more then she could chew.
"Thanks Paul. You can cover me up now." And she started to scoot further over on the bed, trying to get under the covers.
Paul threw the covers back over the end of the bed. Completely exposing Vicky lying there on her back. A sensation he couldn't control rushing through him.
"You want me to fuck you don't you Vicky?" He said in a low voice. "You chose that nightgown on purpose to tease me didn't you?"
"No Paul!" Vicky said, sensing the change in his demeanor. "I just like how it feels. Really!"
"I don't think so Vicky. You could have chosen the other one but you didn't. You want me as much as I have always wanted you."
He reached down and pulled her over to the edge of the bed. Pushing himself between her thighs as he did. Forcing her legs open.
"No Paul, don't!" She cried uselessly. "Please stop!"
Paul didn't hear her as he reached down and unbuttoned his fly, pushing his pants and underwear to his ankles. His engorged cock springing out from his body. Sticking out at almost 90 degrees.
Vicky gasped when she realized what was going to happen. She had thought maybe he was going to try to massage her back and cop a feel, but not this. He was going to take her right there. She stared at his dick jutting out and realized it was much thicker then anything she had seen on her college boyfriends.
She began to panic then and pushed her hands against Paul's stomach.
Paul batted her arms away and pushed them up over her head again. Holding them there with one of his arms. Feeling her struggle against him. Getting him even more turned on.
He grabbed the hem of her panties with his other hand and pulled down on them. Releasing her arms and pushing her legs up against her chest, he pulled the panties off over her feet and threw them to the floor. He grabbed her arms again and pinned them back over her head.
Looking down he saw that she was shaved as smooth as her legs had been. Her lips puffing out from between her thighs. It was just as he had imagined it.
He moved up against her and placed the head of his cock against her labia. Seeing it there as he looked down almost making him cum right then. He sensed her freezing up when she felt him touch her.
