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.
