I definitely wasn't supposed to see what my step-dad was doing.
I watched quietly as Greg moved his arm quickly back and forth, trying to hide what he was doing underneath his oversized mahogany desk. His computer screen flickered across his dark office, as his arm began to move faster. A quiet grunt exited his mouth, and his arm suddenly stopped moving. He probably assumed that nobody was watching, and that mom and I were fast asleep upstairs.
Greg had a tendency to work late at night into the night, and now I finally understood why.
I was terrified he would notice me, and quietly tiptoed back down the hallway. I couldn't help but steal another look at him before heading back upstairs to my room. There was something wet dripping down from my crotch, and slowly sliding down my left leg. This was something that never happened to me before.
I completely forgot about the snack, and closed my bedroom door behind me. I opened up my oversized cotton bathroom and threw it down on the bedroom floor. Lying completely naked under my big red blanket, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up a big wet spot had formed underneath me. At first glance, I thought I had peed myself but it definitely didn't smell or look like pee. Whatever it was it was also running down my leg. I quickly got up off my bed, covered the big wet spot with my blanket and wiped my naked body clean.
I got up off the bed, and reached inside my top drawer. I took out a big handful of underwear from the drawer, and set it down on my top of my dresser. I tried on different color cotton panties, a few granny panties and a few different dark colored thongs. I must have gone through the whole drawer, until I finally found the perfect ones. They were in the pile of lace panties I tried on. I finally chose ones that were a light blue color. They had an intricate floral pattern, and didn't leave much to the imagination because they were almost see-thru.
I stood in front of the big dresser and brushed my long blonde hair down past my shoulders. After adding a thin layer of lipstick, I began to admire my half-naked body in my big dresser mirror. I thought about how Greg would react seeing his bare-chested Step-daughter standing in front of the mirror, and admiring her perfect 'A cup' breasts. That's when the 'wetness' started again. A big wet spot began forming on my panties just below my belly, as I continued to admire my little sexy little body in the mirror.
What was I doing anyways? I was twenty-years old and he was almost fifty.
I set the brush down on the dresser, and started gently squeezing my little breasts.
I toyed with my pink nipples until both were rock hard. I kept one hand on my chest, and slowly reached down below my waist.
"Sam it's time for breakfast" Mom said, knocking on my bedroom door.
She always knocked and just let herself in, never taking the top to wait for me to answer.
I quickly put on an oversized sports T-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans from my bottom drawer. I had thrown the small pile of panties back inside the top drawer, as mom let herself in.
As I ate breakfast my mind started to wander again. I was still thinking about how Greg would react seeing my little nipples and my blue panties.
My big blue eyes drifted up and down his big burly body, as I chewed on my bacon. I wanted to grab his hand and bring him up to my room. He would stand behind me, and run his gross greasy hands up and down my little body. Then I would turn around and undo his jeans zipper.
"Sam, can you please pass the eggs?"
Just his voice made me tingle.
I could feel the wet spot on my panties getting larger. It was starting to soak into the crotch on my blue jeans.
"Sam...? Can you pass the eggs?" He asked.
"Sam....?
I was dreaming so much that I barely heard him.
I reached up across the kitchen table, and tried to pass him the tray of eggs. But I was so distracted that I accidently dumped them all over his lap.
"Shit--I'm sorry!" I stammered, still shaking.
"No swearing at the table" He sternly reminded me.
He hated when I swore at the table.
We were a religious family, and Greg always made sure we knew it.
If I swore he would get his black leather belt, and whip my behind. It didn't happen often, but I knew the drill. I would pull my pants down, and he would whip me on my exposed buttocks.
Greg pushed his chair aside and stood up. He reached underneath his waist, and pulled his belt out causing his pants to fall down to the floor. Mom got up and pretended to get something from the kitchen. She always seemed to disappear when it was time for the belt. I quickly got up from my chair and unbuttoned my jeans.
I slid the jeans and blue panties down past my knees, and closed my eyes and tight. I was gripping the edge of the kitchen table so hard that my knuckles began to turn white. Secretly, I knew he was staring at my perfect ass.
"Scream like I'm hitting you" He mumbled.
I looked back and smiled at him, as he reached down and gently caressed my ass. He grabbed one of my butt-cheeks really hard as I let out a loud yell.
"Really yell this time" He whispered.
He placed the belt down on the floor, and squeezed my ass with both hands this time. He wound up his arm, and smacked my butt so hard I fell against the kitchen table. He did it a few more times, and I yelled loudly as he did it. Mom could hear me yelling, and the sound of the 'belt' against my bare butt.
"I hope you learned your lesson" He said, as mom came back to the kitchen.
I took a deep breath and let go off the kitchen table. Mom could clearly see the red marks on my butt as I pulled my blue jeans and panties back up.
"Greg, she's getting a bit old for that"
He just shrugged off moms comment, and he continued to slowly eat his breakfast.
Greg didn't even bother putting his jeans back on, and had left them on the kitchen floor.
Greg hadn't noticed me sneaking a peek when he was spanking me. It was pretty that he had slowly been getting hard, and his big tip was pushing through one of the holes in his torn up underwear.
Mom didn't say a word about him eating in his underwear, and decided not fight with him about me being too old to getting spanked. She never said anything about much, and always let him do what he wanted.
After helping them clean up from breakfast, I went back up to my room. I stood in front of the mirror and undid my jeans. I lifted up my shirt, and slowly took off my soaking wet panties. I turned to face the mirror, and admired Greg's hand prints all over my bare ass. After wiping my legs and crotch with a towel, I put on a fresh pair of white cotton panties, and slipped back into a dry pair of blue jeans.
It was a miserably cold winter day, and I absolutely didn't want to walk the dog. I hated living in Canada. It wasn't fair that my friends had all moved to Florida, and we got stuck it this frozen wasteland.
Mom was being doing her Sunday chores, and Greg was always too tired to walk the dog. Our old mutt 'Sir David' started to walk slower and slower as the years went on. He would stop so much that I would have to more or less push him forward. Finally, after forty miserable minutes we came back inside from the blistering cold.
Mom was upstairs taking a shower, and Greg was sitting in his big chair watching the football game in the living room. He was such a slob, and he hadn't even bothered putting his jeans back on. He was snoring away, and still wearing his torn up tight white underwear. I quickly got underneath the big green quilt on the sofa, and placed it over my cold shivering body.
I was slowly starting to warm up.
Greg's big hairy legs were spread wide apart, and it was pushing further through that same hole in his tattered up underwear. It looked like my mom had tried to cover him up with a blanket, but it had slipped down off the chair.
I tried my best not to make noise, as I undid my top jean button and slid them to my knees. I pressed my fingers on the outside of my white cotton panties, and started too slowly move my hand back and forth. I bit my lip down hard as I pushed the panties aside and slid my hand inside them. I kept trying but I couldn't seem to get my finger all the way inside my tight virgin hole. As I continued to play with myself, I had a really naughty thought.
What if I just stood up, and tasted his tip? Or Maybe I could get a closer look, and see how big he really was.
I took my fingers out of my panties, and quietly pushed the blanket aside.
I quietly crawled towards his chair, with my open jeans just above my knees. I reached up and lightly touched where his tip was sticking out. I started rubbing the tip with my index finger to see if it would startle him. He didn't even flinch as I continued playing with his 'head'. Something was dripping on my leg and soaking through my panties, as I stood up and cautiously pulled his elastic. He grunted as I held the elastic open, and reached inside his underwear. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling his sweating cock started to swell.
Very cautiously, I held his underwear open and gave his tip a soft kiss. I opened my lips a bit wider, and wrapped my lips around the tip. He tasted like sweat, but for some reason I wanted to make him harder. Just as I wrapped my thin pink lips all the way around his tip, I heard the upstairs shower shut off.
I quickly stopped what I was doing, and pulled his tattered underwear back above his tip. I quickly crawled back to the other couch on my hands and knees. After pulling the big blanket back over myself again, I slid my hand back down between my legs. I held my panties open with one hand, and began sliding one finger in and of my hole with my other hand. I stopped fingering myself, and started playing with the little bump on the outside of soaking wet pussy.
After a few minutes of rubbing it in circles, my body began to shake violently. I bit my lip down hard to quiet myself down. I wasn't sure what this was, but I know I was staring directly at that wet spot on his tattered underwear the whole time.
"Sam, I'm going shopping" Mom announced from the top of the stairs, just as I stopped shaking.
"Are you ok?"
She could see that I was out of breath, my face was dark red and my body was trembling.
"Sure am, just cold!" I lied, still gushing all over my hands.
If she moved this blanket off me, I was finished.
She walked over to Greg and pulled the blanket back up over him. She leaned in, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. I wonder if she noticed my big saliva stain on his underwear.
As soon as she left, I reached under the blanket and pulled my jeans up over my soaked panties.
I really needed to cool off, and figured a warm shower would help me. I quickly ran upstairs, and pulled my jeans and soaking wet panties off. After pulling the oversized T-Shirt above my head, I turned the shower on and let the warm water run over my naked body.
I was wrong. The shower only made things worse.
I squeezed my soaped up little breasts, and pinched my nipples between my fingers. I squeezed them even harder and pretended it was Greg playing with them. I could barely stand in the shower, and had to hold the shower bar because my knees were so shaky.
