Despite all the craziness of the last few days, I was still taken aback by what happened the next morning when Eve walked into the kitchen for breakfast.
I was at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and assembling a bunch of papers that I needed to bring to work that day. Kate was at the counter, cutting up some vegetables for omelettes that she was making for all three of us, when Eve walked in.
"Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Daddy," she said.
Kate and I looked up almost simultaneously and both of our mouths fell open in shocked surprise at the same time.
Eve was wearing her tiny little pleated school skirt, the one that had shrunk in the wash a couple of years ago and which didn't make it even half way down her thighs. For a blouse, she wore a crop-top t-shirt whose lower half had been torn off, and which came down to barely an inch or so below the bottom of her prodigious boobs. The shirt fit her shoulders fine, but her bust was so large that the material was stretched tight across her large chest. The torn lower hem of the shirt hung down from her 32DD tits in such a way that I felt an immediate urge to reach up from below and fondle her lovely bra-less tits.
And Holy Fuck! Was that a chain around her neck leading down into her cleavage? Was she wearing her cock fetish necklace?
The kicker, though, was what was printed on the shirt itself. Stretching across her large boobs were the words,
"PROPERTY OF DADDY".
My eyes bugged out of my head. My mouth fell open in surprise. I was speechless. My cock immediately started to get hard.
Kate froze in the midst of her chopping, the knife poised over a bell pepper. "Whuh?" she stammered.
Eve smiled cheerily. "What do you think of my t-shirt?" she chirped. "Isn't it funny?"
"Funny" was not exactly the first description that came into my mind, but I didn't say anything.
"Whuh... where did you get it?" Kate managed to ask. Her eyes were glued to Eve's chest.
"I was passing a tourist gift shop downtown yesterday and saw it in the window. It struck me as so silly that I had to buy it. What do you think?"
"I... I..."
"It's so retro! And look!" she continued. "It's got matching panties!" She lifted up her skirt with both hands, displaying white panties and a slogan that said "Yes Daddy!" in red lettering. Below the words were a red heart placed dead center over her pussy.
Then she spun around, making the skirt spin upward, and she bent over to let us look at her delicious ass. She put the palms of her hands on either side of her ass, as if she were presenting it to me to fuck her. Written across the back of the panties, stretching across her ass were the words,
"This Ass Belongs to Daddy"
She turned her head and, still bent over and facing away from me, smiled happily. "Isn't it fun?" she asked, beaming.
I wanted to jump out of the chair, grab her by her hips and start railing her right there in the middle of the kitchen. I pictured myself rearing my head back and howling in triumph as I fucked my busty little blonde goddess in front of her mother.
Instead, I forced myself to do nothing. My hand trembled slightly when I tried to casually take a sip of coffee.
Then Eve straightened up and smiled at us as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She reached her arms up toward the ceiling in the sort of morning stretching motion that people sometimes do without thinking. It was an ordinary sort of action that, for most folks, wouldn't be anything special. But with a body like hers and dressed as she was, in a pornstar parody of a schoolgirl skirt and a tight little t-shirt that was too small for her incredible chest, the overall effect was breathtaking. It was as if she was posing for a Sports Illustrated swimsuit picture, or a centerfold or something. I tried not to stare at her amazing body, but I couldn't help myself.
When she raised her arms upward, the skimpy t-shirt rose upward, exposing the full, round undersides of her big, round tits. I stared at her chest, praying that the t-shirt would rise up another inch to expose her nipples.
Thank god I was sitting at the table, so no one could see my cock rising to salute her. Her body was glorious. Her platinum blonde hair shone in the morning sunlight coming in through the window. Her tiny skirt showed off her perfect legs. And her tits -- oh God, her tits! Her huge tits straining against that minuscule, overstretched shirt! She'd barely walked in the room, and already my cock was aching. I reached for a napkin to cover my crotch.
"Where's the coffee?" she asked.
Within a couple of minutes, Kate had finished the omelettes and we were all sitting together at the table. For some reason, Eve, always an affectionate girl, was especially affectionate that morning. Throughout the meal, she repeatedly reached out to Kate and especially to me, touching our hands gently with her fingertips. She could hardly go more than a minute or so without reaching out for physical contact. When I went beyond merely touching finger to finger and took her hand in mine, she inhaled deeply as if she were finally getting what she needed. She looked in my eyes and smiled. "I love you so much, Daddy," she said. Then, almost as an afterthought, she took Kate's hand with her other hand. "And Mom. I love you both so much!"
"I'm thinking of going on a bike ride over to the University today," she announced over a second cup of coffee. "It's really time I took a look at the place."
The fact was that Eve was in an odd in-between situation. Before her father's death, she'd had firm plans to go to college in Utah. She'd applied, been accepted, all that.
But after her father died, she cancelled it. Utah had too many bad memories, she said, what with that stupid girl's boarding school she'd been stuck at in the middle of nowhere and now her father's death. She had no more ties to Utah, she said. She just wanted to get out.
Now, though, she found herself in another state, and it was too late in the year to be applying for a different college.
During the last few weeks, the three of us had talked over the problem together. There were several universities within a relatively short commute, and she was applying for a January admission into all of them. With her good grades, we were pretty confident that if there were any open slots, she'd be on the short list for acceptance. But she didn't know much about any of them, so exploring the schools one by one seemed like a good idea.
"Are you thinking of going on a campus tour?" Kate asked.
"Nooooo," said Eve, drawling out her answer as if she were still thinking the matter through. "I think -- for today, anyway -- I'd rather just cruise the area by bike and get a feel for the campus."
"But you know," she said, standing up from the table, "it's a long bike ride to get there. I ought to do some stretching exercises to loosen up before I get going."
She inhaled deeply and stretched her arms out, getting rid of the kinks in her body. Her poor little t-shirt was stretched to the limit. She pushed her arms backward, thrusting her tits out toward me and smiled at me. "I love exercising!" she said.
Kate busied herself picking up the dishes and bringing them to the sink, trying to pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary. As for me, I could barely keep up a pretense of not staring at my stepdaughter's incredible body as she preened and stretched in front of me.
As for the stretches themselves, I'm pretty sure she didn't get them out of any exercise video or any shit like that. If she did get them out of some kind of manual, it must have been the Manual for Sexy Poses Masquerading as Exercises. She stood right beside my chair as she bent over, practically thrusting her round ass in my face. Then she knitted her fingers together behind her neck and did squats that looked as if she were pantomiming bouncing up and down on a rigid cock. She put her hands behind her neck, leaning her head back and thrusting her tits outward. The little Property of Daddy t-shirt rose up all the way, exposing both her breasts. Eve pretended not to notice the display she was putting on.
Kate cleared the dishes, barely paying attention to what she was doing. When she'd put the last of the plates in the dishwasher, she moved back to the kitchen table, her eyes fixed the whole time on her daughter's incredible body. Hardly even thinking what she was doing, she moved toward me and sat on my lap. The moment her ass touched my crotch, I instinctively grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down onto my hard cock. The whole time, neither one of us could take our eyes off of her daughter's body.
While she displayed her body for us, Evie pretended that she was unaware of our eyes on her. She kept up a patter of talk about the school, about the caliber of the professors, what the student-to-teacher ratio was, and so on. The whole time, her tits were playing peekaboo with us, exposed for a dozen seconds or so at a time before she shifted again and the hem of the crop-top t-shirt dropped back down below her hard nipples. Kate squirmed on my lap, rubbing her ass against my hard cock. Staring at my stepdaughter's gorgeous body the whole time, mMy hands were shaking as I stroked my wife's thighs.
Eve stood with her legs apart and raised one arm over her head, using the hand of her other arm to grasp her elbow. The result was that her t-shirt rose up yet again, exposing one of her tits. When she lowered her arm, her Property of Daddy t-shirt remained bunched around her shoulders, exposing her tits completely.
I was mesmerized. I was holding my wife's gorgeous body around her waist as she sat on my lap and we both stared open mouthed, hypnotized by Eve's body.
Kate came a little to her senses for a moment and tried to point out to Eve that she was exposing her chest to us. "Eve, your shirt..." she managed to stammer.
"Hmm?" asked Eve, as if she were unaware of what she was doing.
