I had recently married my wife, when I discovered that her daughter would be moving in with us. Rachel was young, but worldly. She had a thin body, but a beautiful ass.
My wife had a job that she had to leave early in the mornings. Therefore it was my duty to make sure Rachel was up and ready for school. A task that was very hard indeed. Rachel liked to sleep in and hated school.
The first week went well. Rachel would get up, yell obscenities at me, and get ready for school. She always wore the same thing to bed, t-shirt and panties. She was always covered up with blankets when I woke her.
The second week started weird. Rachel had the blankets half down revealing her breasts through her t-shirt. I was a little slower in waking her up. I had, just had, to look at her lying there for a few minutes before waking her up. She was beautiful. A blossoming flower of a woman. Her breasts appeared to be larger than I had remembered the week before. Her face was that of an angel.
I didn't think that she might be awake. After a few minutes I shook her awake for school. There was no yelling obscenities. She just sat up and pulled the blanket off revealing her panties. I could see a small wet spot in the crotch area.
Was I imagining this? Was she wet from me staring at her? I couldn't believe was I was seeing. I turned and left as usual, back to my room. But I couldn't stay there. I wanted to see her again. The bathroom was in the hallway off of the living room. I sat and waited in the living room pretending to watch television. Rachel emerged from the bathroom after taking a shower wearing only a towel.
Rachel didn't look in my direction only walked back into her room. She knew I was watching, I could feel it. As she closed her door, Rachel let the towel fall to the ground. For a split second I could see her beautiful ass, then it was gone.
Again, did she do that on purpose? Was I just imagining all of this? Should I tell her mother about the way Rachel was acting? I did not know. I could not tell. Her mother would flog me to an inch from my life, then divorce me.
The third week was even more exciting. When I woke Rachel, the blankets were on the floor net to the bed. Rachel layed with just the t-shirt and panties. She was definitely an angel, possibly a demon in disguise. But she was gorgeous. Rachel stands about 5'4" and weighs a little over 100 pounds. She has at least 38 size breasts, even at her young age. Her ass was firm and beautifully shaped.
Rachel was still asleep, or pretending to sleep. I just stood there admiring her. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. I couldn't move. I was frozen by her body. Staring at her, oogling my step-daughter. I must be crazy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then she moved.
Rachel rolled over on her back and spread her legs apart. There it was again. The wet spot on the panties. Right over her pussy. Was I mistaken, or was the spot larger than usual. I could smell her sex in the air. I couldn't take much more.
I sat on the bed next to her. She still didn't wake. I lightly touched her shoulder and left my hand there. She still didn't move. I slid my hand down the front of her t-shirt to rest on her breast. She still didn't move. It was firm as young breasts are. Full to my hand. I slightly squeezed. Rachel began to breathe faster, but did not wake.
I then moved my hand to the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her panties. Rachel then woke. What are you doing she asked. Again I froze. Caught red handed so to speak. I waited for her to start yelling obscenities or threats to tell her mother. But they didn't come.