Tuck woke up and looked around groggily. He squinted at the clock – 1:45. Making a face, he slid slowly out of bed, careful to not disturb Vanna. His acid heartburn would have to wait its turn – the bladder had the right-of-way and was demanding a trip across the hall. Once that pressing business was finished, he stepped out into the main part of the tiny house where everything was quiet – just as it should be. Light from an external hard drive spilled into the dark corner of the old dining room that currently served as bedroom for his 22 year old step-daughter Lisa. In the blue glow, he could see her arms and torso as a light area on dark bedclothing.
Turning, he moved into the kitchen. At the fridge, he closed his eyes tightly and opened the door to find the milk jug by feel and downed a half-dozen swallows straight from the carton. Replacing it, he closed the fridge and stood there in the dark kitchen, stark naked, with the beginnings of an erection poking forward. Thinking was dangerous, he mused as he glanced down. Especially when it caused the blood-flow to alter course. Well, maybe not thinking so much as fantasizing.
Slowly, he made his way back to where he could see Lisa in her bed. Now that he had time to study her, he could see she was lying on her back, comforter pushed down to her belly. Quietly, he crept across the wood floor, letting his weight shift and flow to avoid making any loud creaks. His body was chilled from the excitement and the partial hard-on he'd had a few minutes ago had drained away. He could see one of her legs sticking out from the knee down.
He reached out and let his hand float just above her spiked blond hair. His eyes roamed her body and his mouth dried out from the tension of fighting back the urge to just grab everything. She was, as usual, wearing her white spaghetti-strapped top with a black sport-bra underneath.
Slowly, his hand moved away from her hair and he bent close to inhale her scent. The soft, spicy scent filled his nostrils and he closed his eyes in pleasure. Lisa exhaled heavily and moved, pulling her arm up to rest low on her hip. The other hand came up to angle above her head, causing him to move to avoid being punched. That thought forced him to stifle a laugh – it would be just about right for this whole scenario to collapse because she hit him and woke up, discovering him standing naked over her bed.
Staring at the swell of her breasts as she breathed was slightly hypnotizing and let him ignore for a minute the chills racing through his body. Finally, he bent close and slowly reached toward her barely-visible form. He was absolutely terrified but the thought of touching her drew him on relentlessly. It would have to be extremely light – she had said not too long ago that she slept lightly. Hopefully she slept heavily enough to let him get away with this.
The pad of his middle finger brushed cloth and he froze in place, listening for any changes in her sleep. Slowly, he tilted his hand until his palm rested lightly on the curve of her tit. The chills threatened to turn into shakes, so he moved away from her until he calmed down. She was warm, even from a distance. He glanced at her leg, feeling the longing to caress her calf burn in his gut. But he was afraid direct skin on skin contact would cut through her sleep.
Cautiously, he leaned closer and let his hand settle to her chest again, rotating his wrist a bit so that the curves matched up better. Flattening his fingers, he let them lay and follow her curves. Just under the ball of his thumb, he felt the slightly stiffened knob of a nipple. The heat from the contact fought with the chills of excitement and his cock throbbed and started to swell. He ached to stroke her breast and bring the nipple to full hardened arousal. Instead, he settled for lightly squeezing her – not even sure he was putting enough pressure out to be noticeable through her clothing.
The shivering threatened to hit again, so he moved his hand. He wished she had gotten hot enough to shove the comforter off completely. He needed to put his hand on her mound, desperately. The thought of feeling her body-heat flowing from between her legs and across his fingers made his balls throb. It was almost enough to make him risk moving the comforter.
He laid his hand down on the mattress near her elbow and slowly slid it toward her until he felt the cloth of her shirt. Exhaling slowly and softly, he let his hand slide on until he met resistance from the roll of pudge over Lisa's waist. Very lightly, he slid his fingers upward, imagining her arching up and into his caress.
Without warning, the girl changed position, almost giving him a heart attack. Fortunately, she rolled up onto her side, away from him, his fingers trailing lightly around her side until she rolled out from under them. The comforter bunched up and pulled away, leaving her shorts-clad ass uncovered. His breath caught, almost squeaking, as she squirmed and adjusted her position to back up towards him. He froze, motionless, for a minor eternity to see if she was going to wake up. Her shirt had pulled up to expose the small of her back and the camo-print boy shorts were stretched tight across her rounded buttocks.
Finally, satisfied she was settled back in, he leaned in close to her newly-exposed skin and inhaled deeply. The scent of her body was a heady rush and the urge to trace the waistband of her shorts was almost overwhelming. He inhaled again and smiled. Moving downward, he inhaled again at the hem of her shorts-leg. The spicy aroma of her filled his nostrils and flowed through every cell of his body. Ever so slowly, he moved up to the curve of her butt and very, very lightly rested his lips on her shorts. The rush of the contact felt like he'd been hit by a lightning bolt and huge clap of thunder at the same time and he felt the shakes start. Quickly, he backed off before he woke her.
Carefully, he ran his hand along her leg, not quite close enough to brush her skin. He wondered if one day she would let him touch her, if she would respond to his touch as a lover and seek out the sensations he desperately wanted to give her. She looked so peaceful, lying there relaxed in sleep.
With the shakes abating, he moved his hand back up the line of her leg to her shorts and lightly pressed his open hand against the curve of her ass. Just as he had with her breast, he very lightly flexed his fingers to squeeze her almost imperceptibly. She sighed and shifted against his grip, making his fingers slide a little across the cloth.
