The dream I had, which I would work on to become a reality was to see my soon to be 19 year old step-daughter, Liz entirely nude. Yes I did see her nude already and enjoyed quite a show. But now I wanted to see her with her acceptance. I wanted us to both stand before each other in our birthday suits.
My wife's health continued to go downhill and we no longer enjoyed any kind of sex together. In fact we no longer even shared a bed together. It was too uncomfortable for her, so she spent her nights sleeping on the recliner in our living room.
Now my own sexual depravity hit new levels. I began recording videos from the Internet so I could watch them in the bedroom. Now I could jack-off without the fear of getting caught.
Then my creative mind got going and I came up with the brilliant idea of filming myself. I had videos of me taking a shower and really getting lathered up. I had one jerking off on my step-daughter's bed. Another with the double headed dildo buried in my ass. One outside on our patio, jerking off and eventually swallowing my cum. I would then use these videos and dubbed them into videos I had downloaded off the web. I created quite a movie collection with me being the star in all of them.
The copies of these films I had in my bedroom which I could watch anytime. The originals I kept on the computer. I consider myself fairly knowledgeable when it comes to computers and I knew Liz could get around pretty well on them also. While my wife, Beth, was completely computer illiterate.
I made it seem like I hid these films, but I knew if Liz searched around she would find them. It was my hope that she would find them and if she had any doubts about how perverted her step-dad was -- they would be gone forever.
I started doing this during the winter of her senior year in high school. Liz was one of the older kids in her class, turning 18 during the first month of her senior year. For me, this was a Godsend. Many of her friends were still too young to buy cigarettes so they'd stop by our home and ask her to go buy them. As they all began to turn 18 they stopped by less and less and Liz also wasn't home as much. Which was a blessing and a curse at the same time.
It was a curse because I got to see very little of her and with the hours she kept, I didn't get much window peeping done either. It was a blessing because with her becoming a bit wilder, her change in clothes was a drastic improvement for this old fart.
In the mornings, instead of her pajama pants, she'd now bounce out of her room in the shortest shorts. At only 5'5" those shorts made her skinny legs look really long. Her tops became very low cut and she'd proudly display her cleavage to anyone who wanted to look. Even though she changed her dressing habits those beautiful titties remained locked up in a bra.
Occasionally I'd look at the history on my computer and there was little doubt that Liz had found my home made movies. She had seen dildos up my ass and she had seen me jerking off and swallowing my cum. It was time to see if I could push her buttons because I still wasn't getting much of a reaction to my antics.
I mentioned earlier that Liz had many friends stop by, but one was always over our house. In fact, she would sleep over at least three times a week. Out of all her friends she was the homeliest. While Liz was so petite, her friend Eve was big boned. She wasn't fat but looked more like a boy then a 20 year old lady. She was a year ahead of Liz in school and I thought she'd disappear after she graduated but now she hung around more.
She always dressed the part of a dyke. Baggie jeans and a loose tee shirt which she always had the sleeves rolled up. It was hard to tell exactly what was under those clothes but she did have a beautiful ass. Even with her baggie jeans, that butt had a nice shake as she walked.
I'd often masturbate to her and Liz on her sleep over nights. I knew Liz loved boys, but as much time as she spent with Eve, I wondered if maybe she played both sides of the street.
Eve spent so much time at our home that she called me dad and Beth mom. She never knocked on our door; she'd just walk in the house say hi, and head towards Liz's room. It was this comfort level that lead to my next embarrassing moment with these young ladies.
Like I said, I believed Liz had found the videos I had left on our computer, but she never made a comment about them to me. It kind of pissed me off. These were very revealing videos and I was hoping to get some kind of reaction. But nothing!
