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Spying on my (adult) stepdaughter
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PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"Spying On My Step-Daughter"
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Until lately, I honestly thought that 'peeping' was a past
time that was only practised by weird guys that couldn't find a
regular sex partner, and who needed the risk of getting caught
before they could get it up.
I for one, would never have dreamt that I could or ever would
get any kind of a thrill watching somebody without them knowing I
was watching.
I am thirty-eight years old, once divorced, and living with a
woman four years older than I am. I thought I was a normal red-
blooded American male who's idea of sexual enjoyment came from
sucking and fucking.
I got hooked up with Cathy, soon to be my second wife, about
five years ago and we enjoy a really good sex life. There isn't
anything in the sex department that Cathy would deny me. Cathy
had married young, and had a daughter Candice, when she was just
eighteen. Candice, like her mother, had married young also, and
was long ago out on her own before I met Cathy.
Candice had met a foreign exchange student from Greece, and
when his schooling was done, they had moved back to his homeland.
Like her mother's marriage, Candice's had broken up also, only she
hadn't waited as long as her mother had. Candice told her husband
of less than four years to take a hike and then Candice had worked
her way across Europe before saving enough money to come home.
This was the first time I would meet Candice. I had seen
pictures of her, but nothing could have prepared me for the beauty
that we picked up at the airport.
Tall and slender, with long cascading blonde hair that fell in
waves to halfway down her back. A really slight figure with small
breasts, a smaller waist and a small but nicely shaped ass.
Candice had just turned twenty-two the month before.
Candy, as her mother affectionately called her, rushed into
her mother's arms. After a long embrace, Candy released her
mother and turned to me.
"So you're the man who has made my mother so happy," she said
smiling. "I'm really pleased to meet you George," she said hugging
me.
Candy was tired from the trip, suffering a mild case of jet
lag, and although she had a lot to tell her mother that night, she
couldn't stop yawning and pretty soon she headed off to bed. The
next morning, I was up and puttering around the house around 7
o'clock, while Cathy, who likes to sleep late anyway, continued to
dream away the morning. I usually don't see Cathy up and about
until at least 10 o'clock. I figured after the long trip that
Candy would also remain in bed, but I was surprised to see her
stumble into the kitchen at 7:30, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Good morning George" she mumbled as she shuffled to the
counter. She gave me an affectionate hug and kiss on the cheek.
I was shocked and pleasantly surprised by this display of
affection, but even more shocked to see that Candy was only wearing
a thin short nightie. I offered to make her a cup of coffee, which
she readily accepted. I had a two fold reason for wanting to move
from my chair and make Candy a cup of coffee! Not only did I want
to be courteous and hospitable, but I also wanted a chance to
straighten out the instant erection I had gotten when I had caught
a glimpse of Candy's panties! Her nightie was so sheer that I
could nearly see the flesh of her small boobs. As it was, I could
make out the dark outline of her aureole and the darker, stiff
nipples which protruded slightly.
I don't think Candy knew how turned on I was by the sight of
her body, and as we talked while she drank her coffee, it was all
I could do to keep my eyes from wandering from her delicate facial
features to her small bosom which rose and fell with every breath
she took. Candy finished her coffee and said that she was going
to take a shower, I said that I had work to do in my little shop
out back, and told her I'd see her later.
I have a little business of my own that keeps me from having
to work for anybody else. I build custom cabinets and my shop is
a sanctuary. Cathy never bothers me when I'm working out there,
so I felt quite safe and secure pulling out my cock and stroking
it! Candy had given me such a hard-on, and I didn't want to take
it back to the bedroom where Cathy was sleeping in case she
wondered where I had gotten so aroused. A few strokes was all it
took to cause my seed to boil over as blast after blast sprayed
through the air to land in the sawdust on the floor!
After I cleaned myself up, I felt like a dirty old man! This
lovely young girl was the daughter of the woman I loved and planned
to marry.
I worked for a couple of hours, and then as it neared the
time that Cathy would be getting up, I headed in for a coffee
break and a late breakfast. Cathy and Candy were sitting at the
table chatting. Cathy gave me a kiss good morning and thanked me
for taking care of Candy while she slept. I noticed that Candy's
hair was still damp from her earlier shower, but she had changed
into jeans and a t-shirt. I guess Candy doesn't believe in
wearing a bra, not that she needs one, but I couldn't help but
notice her dark nipples through the white cotton t-shirt.
Later that night, after Cathy and I had made long passionate
love, she told me how glad she was that Candy and I had got along
so well together. She said that she was a little worried that
Candy might resent my taking her father's place, but that after
talking to Candy that morning she was greatly relieved that Candy
realized that her mother needed a male companion also. Just
talking about Candy was getting me aroused again, so I kissed
Cathy good-night and rolled over to hide my new erection.
The next morning Candy was up even before I was, and as I
made my appearance in the kitchen she surprised me by having a
coffee poured for me.
"Mom told me what time you usually get up" she said, "So I
thought this morning I would make the coffee." I thanked her for
her consideration. She stood by the counter talking to me as I
drank my morning pick-me-up. Candy was wearing a nearly shear red
baby-doll, trimmed in black lace with matching panties. She bent
over to pick something off the floor, bending at the waist, instead
of bending her knees. I was about to tell her how bad that could
be for her back when I caught sight of pale white ass flesh
pointing in my direction. I tried not to ogle, but the way she was
bent forward pulled the material of her red panties tight into the
crack of her ass, and I spotted a few stray pubic hairs poking out
from the sides of the elastic leg bands.
My coffee got stuck in my throat as I watched and realized
that the way she was bent, I could see right up her top to where
her little boobs were. I only just caught sight of her hard little
nipples when she straightened back up. I got up, painfully since
my hard cock was bent double in my pants, gave her a kiss on the
cheek and told her I was headed out to do some work. I just
barely made it into the shop and locked the door before I could
hold out no longer. I whipped my cock out of my pants and three
strokes later my cum shot out with such ferocity that I thought it
would never stop!
I didn't get any work done that morning at all. I whacked
off four more times before I was finally satisfied. I realized
that I was becoming obsessed with Candy's lithe young body. So
firm, so young, so delectable! I love her mother, and I had no
desire to climb into the sack with Candy, but the desire to see
her totally nude became my driving passion.
I schemed and I planned, trying to devise a way that I could
'accidentally' catch her in the shower or maybe I could find an
excuse to enter her room when she was changing. As much as I
racked my brain I couldn't come up with a scheme that was fool
proof, and that wouldn't cause a rift between her mother and I,
nor jeopardize the great relationship that was starting to grow
between Candy and myself.
Over the period of the next few days, I spent many a happy
minute pulling on my own meat, simply by the pure arousal that
Candy's nubile young body caused me. Candy had started talking
about finding a place of her own to live, and her mother didn't
want her leaving.
"Tell her George" Cathy said, "Tell her that she's no
imposition." I agreed with Cathy and told Candy so. I told her
that she was a very pleasant young lady, and that both her mother
and I enjoyed her living with us and that we had plenty of room to
spare.
Candy finally relented and consented to live with us
indefinitely. That's when my brain child was born. I told Candy
that I was going to build her a dresser for her room. Something
from me to her, sort of a belated birthday present for all those
years that I hadn't known what a charming daughter I was
inheriting. Cathy smiled then, and Candy threw her arms around my
neck, kissed me on the cheek and said thank you.
I slaved for a week over that dresser, making the oak come
to life under my trained hands. Six drawers on the bottom and
twelve small ones to hold jewellery and such along the sides of
the big mirror. In all, there were four mirrors in this dresser.
One big one in the middle, two long pivoting ones on the side and
one at the top angled in such a way that she could see the top of
her head. It was in the top mirror that I secured a small video
camera.
I used a two way surveillance camera, with a wide angle
lens. I built lights right into the dresser and told Cathy and
Candy that I would have to wire it in directly. Since the dresser
was going to fit snug against the ceiling, I didn't have to worry
about the camera being discovered, and one day when both girls
were out shopping, I installed the dresser in Candy's bedroom and
fed the wires for both the lights and camera through the wall and
into the basement. I had the camera wired in such a way that it
would turn itself on when the lights in the room were turned on.
The camera was hooked to a VCR which I loaded with an eight hour
tape. When the girls got home they ooh-ed and ah-ed over what a
fantastic job I had done, and in all honesty, I did intend to
remove the camera once I had seen Candy's delectable body nude
just once.
I had to wait three whole days before I could retrieve the
tape from the basement where I had hidden the VCR unit very
carefully. The girls were out on another shopping spree, so I
knew that I would have an opportunity to watch the tape without
interruption. With shaking hands I loaded the tape into our unit
upstairs and settled back to enjoy the show.
The beginning of the tape was filled with a lot of stuff I
wasn't interested in. Things like Candy moving her clothes and
such into her new dresser. I fast forwarded through that until I
got to the part where I could tell she was getting ready for bed.
Slowly, she undressed, taking care to fold her clothes so as
not wrinkle them. Then, my wish came true! Candy, now nude walked
towards the dresser and sat down to brush her hair. I watched in
fascination. Her body was everything I had hoped it would be.
Her nipples were stiff and pointy, suggesting their sensitivity,
and although her breasts were small, they were still a delight to
look at. Her pubic hair was just a shade darker than the hair on
her head, but still proving she was a natural blonde. Light wispy
hairs surrounding a set of oversized pubic lips. Then she raised
one leg, reached for a pair of scissors and proceeded to trim her
pubic bush. By now my fist was a blur as it sped up and down my
shaft. My cum was boiling over as I shot my first load into the
tissue I had ready for this moment.
I continued to watch the tape as Candy climbed into bed. The
nighties she wore in the morning were just a cover up! Candy
liked to sleep bare-assed. The next portion of the tape showed
Candy getting up in the morning, getting dressed and then coming
back in her room after a taking a shower. By now I had come
twice, and as I watched Candy admire her nude body in the front of
the mirror, my cock started to rise again!
The next portion of the tape was nearly an identical version
of the night before, and my cock was getting a little sensitive.
I thought that I might turn it off and watch it again some time in
the future when I saw Candy, on the screen, stand up and go to the
wall that separates our rooms. She pulled a picture aside
revealing a hole about three inches round. She turned down the
lights, but didn't turn them off completely. She removed a pair
of rolled up socks from the hole and I rewound the tape to make
sure of what I had seen!
Sure enough, there was a small crack in the wall through
which she could see the bedroom I shared with her mother. With
her eye glued to the crack, her free hand snaked down and started
to finger her pussy! I remembered that night Cathy and I had made
love. Candy's fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy now
as she watched her mother and I get it on. Her knees buckled as
an orgasm overtook her. A few minutes later she replaced the
rolled up socks and put the picture back straight and crawled into
bed. For the first time, my noodle was limp.
My step daughter is a peeper too!
I'm a Peeper, She's a Peeper, wouldn't you like to be a Peeper too?
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