Rachel The Exhibitionist

RACHEL THE TEASE

CHAPTER 1

Rachel is my stepdaughter in my second marriage. Not a beauty queen, but quite pretty. Long, light brown hair, about 5' 7". 105 lbs. She probably has the measurements you always hear of as perfect. 36-24-36. It's even mentioned in the song Brick House.

Rachel's mom, Gloria, and I married 5 years ago. Gloria was a real estate agent. And did pretty well. I am a corporate lawyer. My name is Mark. She is 37 and also very attractive. I am 39. We met at court when I was there trying to get some land for a company I represented. She was there for one of her clients who was involved in a land dispute.

When we got married we bought a house in Georgia. We wanted a warmer climate than New York, where we were at the time. And Gloria's dream had always been to open a seafood restaurant. So Georgia offered a warmer climate, but not Florida hot. And was a good place for a seafood restaurant. I could carry on my work there, also. Rachel came to live with us when she entered college. She was going to Georgia Tech. We lived very close to the college and she could commute, and save a pile of money. I had met her before, but didn't really know her yet. We made a great little family.

CHAPTER 2

Rachel had big breasts. Like her Mom. And an ass that could drive any man wild. Legs up to her neck. I didn't want to notice, but I did.

Rachel dressed pretty sluttily. Cut-off jeans shorts with the bottoms of her ass cheeks hanging out. Halter tops. Or a shirt tied at the midriff and unbuttoned at the top. Really short mini-skirts that showed panties if she bent over or didn't keep her legs tightly together when sitting. I told Gloria I wasn't sure the way Rachel dressed was appropriate. She said all young girls dressed that way. She did it herself when she was younger. Actually she still showed quite a bit of skin at times. I like that, but I wasn't sure about her daughter, my stepdaughter, doing it.

It was even worse around the house. Rachel wore her very skimpy bikini a lot. Or a t-shirt and panties with no pants. And many times no bra, showing nipples very clearly. Or she would come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her, naked underneath. And walk around the house like that for a while before getting dressed. As I said, I looked. And I liked. But I felt bad for looking. And worse for liking. This was a little bit of a problem for me.

Gloria didn't see anything wrong with it. She was quite a free spirit. And allowed Rachel a lot of free rein as long as she behaved well. Which she did.

As time went on I believe Rachel became a bit of an exhibitionist. Probably always was to some extent. That's why she dressed the way she did. She liked the attention it brought. I guess if I'm going to call her an exhibitionist, I have to admit that I'm a bit of a voyeur. Sometimes she opened her towel after her shower to reposition or tighten it. Giving me a very brief glance at her nudity. Or she sometimes lay out topless, knowing full well I was home and could see her. We had a privacy fence around the pool, but if the neighbors looked out their upstairs window they could see her. She left her bedroom door open sometimes when changing. I told her I had seen her on occasion, and she might want to be a little more careful. She apologized and said she didn't realize she was doing it. But it didn't stop.

I told her it bothered me that she continued to show her body at times. That I should not be seeing my wife's daughter in any state of undress. She again apologized and said she didn't know it bothered me. But it still didn't stop. And part of me, the sick part, didn't want it to. I did enjoy it. And to tell the truth it enhanced my sex life with Gloria. I got pretty horny when Rachel put on a show. And Gloria was a very sexual person. She never turned me down. We had a great sex life.

CHAPTER 3

For Rachel's birthday we let her have a pool party at our house. No booze. No drugs. She wasn't into that stuff anyway. Just loud music, snacks, and soft drinks. There must have been 20 of her classmates and friends there. We chaperoned and it went well.

After the party the 3 of us sat around talking. Rachel hugged her mom and thanked her for the party. She came over, sat on my lap, hugged me, and told me thanks, also. Then remained on my lap as we talked. She was still wearing the very skimpy bikini her mom had gotten her as one of her birthday gifts. While this made me very uncomfortable, I have to admit I enjoyed it. I was pretty sure by this time that she enjoyed showing her body and teasing me. Probably other people as well.

Rachel more often now would sit across from me in a mini-skirt with her legs spread just enough that I could see a flash of her panties. Or lay on the couch on her back with one leg bent slightly, also offering a crotch shot. Or sometimes wear a loose shirt that gapped open to show her boobs. And her cutoff shorts were so narrow in the crotch that I could see panties on either side and her ass cheeks in the back. She wore shorts sometimes with the waistband rolled down, showing the tops of her panties. And she would make it a point to bend over showing her fine ass. Sometimes in the mini-skirts that hiked up over her ass, or in shorts that hugged her cheeks and showcased her ass. When laying on the couch in a skirt, with one knee bent, she moved her leg back and forth flashing her panties every time her legs moved apart. And either a loose shirt, or a bikini top, or a breast hugging top that only came to her belly button.

I was convinced these things were on purpose. Not to seduce me. But just to satisfy her need for attention. And control and manipulation of men. I suspect that when she was at school the boys showed her a lot of attention and she had them wrapped around her finger. And she ate it up. She was going to be a handful for somebody someday.

CHAPTER 4

All of this continued to go on. One day Gloria was at the building we had bought for her restaurant, and I was in my study working. Rachel knocked on the doorframe and asked if I was busy. I told her I was working, but I could make time for her. She came in and sat on a chair facing me. She had on one of her extremely short skirts. She crossed her legs and I saw she was wearing stockings. I saw the tops of them and the garters holding them up. She had on a halter top that did not cover a lot.

She started by saying, "I'm having trouble dealing with boys. They want things from me. They try to feel me up, and stuff. It feels good, and I like it, but I don't know what to do. "I'm not ready for sex yet"

I told her that was probably something she should talk to her mother about. She said she was going to, but wanted a man's perspective, too. I told her perhaps she should talk to her father, then. She said he wouldn't talk to her about that kind of stuff.

"Rachel," I said. "I'm going to be honest with you. The way you dress invites that from boys. You are advertising that you're available. You know how you see billboards and ads that are colorful and catch your attention? They are saying come and get what we have for you. We've got the best. We've got what you want. Come and get it. That's what the way you dress is saying. 'Come and get it'.

"But that's not what I'm trying to do. I just like to look good", she said. "And I do like the attention. I'm not asking how to make it stop. I don't want it to stop. I need to know how to tell them no without driving them away."

"I get that. Rachel, you are a beautiful girl. And the boys are going to be chasing you anyway. I get that you like to look good. And young girls compete to see who can look the best. Well, not just the young ones. But you might want to tone it down a few notches."

"Yeah. But that's not really what I wanted to know. What I need to know is how to have fun with boys, but not let it go too far."

"That's more of a question for your mom."

"I know. And I will talk to her about it. But. The thing is. I'm really inexperienced. Whenever a boy tried to make out with me, I stopped him. So, I never did anything. Now I don't know to make out, then stop before it goes too far, and I piss them off by saying no. Can you teach me to make out?"

"Whoa!! No! I mean, that's not something I can show you. You just kind of learn as you go. It comes natural."

"Not to me. The guys I've kissed seem to know what they're doing. I don't."

"Trust me. They don't either. They're just doing what feels good. Follow their lead. But not too far. You have to stay in control. They won't. They will go as far as you let them."

She got up, came over to my chair, leaned over and hugged me. "Thanks, Mark." She sat in my lap and continued to hug me.

I said, "You're welcome. Hope it helps." I was trying to get her off my lap. I felt her tits pressing against me. And she smelled divine. She pulled back enough to look at my face. "Are you sure you can't teach me? Just how to make out. That's all. Nothing else. It would mean so much to me," she pleaded.

It was hard to tell her no. But I did. I stood up, forcing her off my lap. "I'd really love to help you, Rachel. But I can't. And that's all there is to it. We can talk anytime you want, but nothing else. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work."

I was glad I had my shirt tail untucked. I had gotten about half hard when she was on my lap. Feeling her breasts pressing into me. And seeing those legs and thighs and tops of her stockings. And her skirt had hiked up enough that her panties were visible. And smelling her hair and the perfume she had on. I hated that I had that reaction.

I watched her leave my study, ass swaying. Putting on a show. I had no doubt that whole thing had been teasing. She loved her teasing and manipulation. I kind of felt sorry for the boys at her school. I'm sure she drove them nuts.

CHAPTER 5

Over the next year or so Rachel had several boyfriends. She would bring them home to meet us as we requested. None of them lasted long. I don't know whether she ended it, or they got fed up with her teasing, or what. I always told them to behave themselves and take care of my angel. I always thought to myself "You poor sucker. Good luck'. But I did hope she would eventually grow up and have a good relationship.

She continued to tease me at home. Same things as before, plus she now would sometimes sneak up behind me, put her arms around me, and kiss my neck. Or stick her tongue in my ear. Always making sure I could feel her breasts against me. Sometimes, if I was in the right place, she bent over to pick up something she 'accidentally' dropped, making sure her ass contacted my groin.

I tried to talk to Gloria about it. I told her Rachel should not be parading around the house half naked. She blew it off as not a big deal. She said Rachel didn't mean anything by it, just liked to be comfortable. She told me to just ignore it.

Some months later Gloria went out of town to see about buying some used restaurant equipment. She would be gone for a couple of days. So I was doing the housework. I always helped with it, but now it was all on me. I was doing the laundry one day and went to Rachel's room to get hers. As I was emptying the hamper I pulled a pair of panties out. I held them up and looked at them. They were skimpy, pink, and had lace around the edges. And a red heart right in the front. 'Very sexy', I thought. I had seen these before. On her. Nobody was home but I glanced around anyway. Then I held them to my nose and sniffed them. 'Mmm', I thought, 'Yummy'.

I had never been a panty sniffer before. I don't know what came over me. But I liked the smell. I sniffed each pair as I pulled them out. And held them up for inspection. I was developing a panty fetish. After that I sometimes would go to Rachel's room when no one was home and look for dirty panties. I was kind of disgusted with myself but couldn't stop.

CHAPTER 6

Rachel's field of study was film and media. She wanted to be an actress. No surprise there. When spring break from college came around she had a big blow-out of a party at our place. We weren't there. We intentionally left to let her have her fling, with a promise that she would make sure everybody behaved reasonably well. We trusted her. She was a good kid. Just a tease.

We got home about 11 PM. Some of the kids had gone by then, but a few remained. Some were in the pool, some in the house, but they all seemed mostly sober and well-behaved. We went on to bed and left them to their party.

The next morning Rachel slept in a little later than usual. Understandably. When she came into the kitchen she was wearing a pair of panties and a tight top that only came to her belly button, and no bra. She thanked us for letting her have her party here. And she promised to clean up everything. And she did. As I said, she's a good kid. It wasn't a bad mess, or anything. Just some glasses sitting around. A couple of beer bottles here and there. And some snack trays and such.

CHAPTER 7

It was Saturday. Gloria was shopping. I sat by the pool to read the newspaper and relax. Rachel came out and asked if she could join me. I told her, "of course." She took off her wrap and laid on a chaise lounge in her bikini. Not the real skimpy one, but it still showed a lot. We made small talk off and on for a while. Then I said I was going for a glass of iced tea, and asked if she wanted one. She said that would be awesome.

When I came back carrying a tray with 2 glasses of tea and some chips Rachel was laying there topless. She said, "I hope you don't mind. I want to get a tan with no tan lines. Some of my clothes show tan lines and I hate it."

I said, "I guess it's okay. I mean, you're an adult now. I can't tell you what to do. But I wonder, is it appropriate? I mean, after all, I am your stepfather."

She said, "Relax. It's just boobs. You've seen boobs before. I mean, I've lived in the same house with you for 2 years.I hear you and Mom. It sounds like you 2 have quite a good time sometimes." She gave me a knowing look as she said this.

I was more than a little embarrassed. I'm sure I turned red. I said, "I'm sorry. I never realized you could hear us."

"Chill. It's okay. I didn't mind. And besides, Mom told me you were a very good lover." She gave me a sly look, grinned, and winked.

Now I was really embarrassed. If another guy told me anything about sex it wouldn't bother me. But coming from my stepdaughter it did embarrass me.

"Okay," I said. "Moving on. Yeah, it's okay that you lay out topless. Just forgive me if I can't stop myself from looking occasionally. I am a man, after all. But I promise that I will TRY not to look."

She closed her eyes, put on her sunglasses, and laid back to tan. I tried to read my paper and not think about the pair of big, firm, naked breasts not 6 feet away. My eyes kept going in that direction of their own accord. I did not see any stray hairs sticking out of her bottoms. I wondered if she was bald down there. Rachel truly did have a body to die for.

She started applying tanning lotion. She did her arms, legs, belly, and chest. Then she looked at me, grinned mischievously, and asked, "Would you mind doing my back? I can't reach there."

I said "Sure. I guess it would be okay. Roll over." She obliged and rolled onto her front. She jumped and squealed when I squirted lotion on her back. It must have been cold.

I started rubbing the lotion on her back. I noticed the sides of her tits squishing out. And her ass in that bikini bottom that did very little to cover her cheeks.

She reached back and pushed her bottoms down slightly. She said "Make sure you get some here so I don't have a tan line above my shorts. Please."

I obliged and rubbed lotion on her lower back and upper buttocks. She asked if I would go ahead and do her butt cheeks, too. And the backs of her legs. I hesitated, and said, "That's probably not appropriate, Rachel."

She said, "OMG. It's just suntan lotion. Please? I cant reach there. You don't want me to burn, do you?"

"Okay," I said. I started rubbing lotion on her ass. "Rachel, I'm going to make a little speech here. And I'm going to be honest with you. You have been teasing me ever since you moved in. You really get off on it. You love the attention. And manipulating and controlling not only me, but all men."

She raised up on her elbows, and argued, "I do not!"

I stopped rubbing the lotion on. "Yes. You do. That's why you dress the way you do. And act the way you do. It's all a tease."

"I just like to look pretty. And sexy. I'm not trying to tease or control anybody." She was a little angry. She sat up now.

"You do look pretty and sexy. But you are also teasing, whether you mean to or not. It's big fun for you. But I'm telling you, it's going to cause problems for you in the long run. You'll never have a good relationship until you learn to give as well as take. You trying to be in complete control will drive men away. You think your manipulation and teasing will get you what you want. But, trust me, it won't. Oh, it will get men to do what you want temporarily, but they will get fed up with it very quickly. I know you've been doing it to me all along. Maybe not controlling. But teasing. It gives you a sense of power. And you have to be the center of attention. It makes you feel wanted and loved. You don't need to do that to be wanted and loved. You're a wonderful person and your Mom and I both love you very much. As do all your friends."

She looked at me angrily for a minute. Then her features softened, and she said, "Do I really do that?" When I nodded my head, she kinda looked like she might cry. Then she said, "I never realized that was what I was doing. But I think you're right. I do enjoy the attention. And it felt good getting boys to do what I wanted."

"I'm sorry, Rachel. But it got to the point that I had to say something."

"I'm sorry, too, Mark. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Oh.You didn't hurt me. I admit I liked looking when you were teasing. Although it made me feel guilty. Like cheating on your mom. And I felt like a pervert, looking at such a young girl. Like right now." I motioned to her upper nudity.

She grabbed her top and quickly put it on. I guess neither of us had realized it as we were arguing. Well, I had, just didn't mention it until now. "Sorry," she said. Then, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

"Rachel," I said, "You are gorgeous. And sexy. And, like I said, I did enjoy looking when you ran around half naked. Or flashed me. It's the nature of a man that he's going to look."

"I do like when you look at me," she admitted sheepishly. "It makes me feel sexy. How about if I tone it down a little, but not stop?"

I couldn't believe I found myself saying, "I can live with that."

CHAPTER 8

She did turn it down a couple of notches. At home anyway. I don't know what she did at school or out with friends. It seemed like she was dressed a little more conservatively when she left the house. For a short time, at least.

It wasn't long before I saw her dressing the way she used to. And acting the same. I said as much to her one day.

She said, "I know. I realized that you are right. I do enjoy being the center of attention. And I do like men looking at me. It does make me feel wanted. Does that make me a bad person?"

"No," I told her. "It doesn't make you a bad person. Insecure, maybe. And I think probably the right word for it is exhibitionist. You like showing your body. And, forgive me for saying so, but you do have a great one to show. Maybe it's not teasing like I said before. Maybe it's exhibitionism."