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Authors name: Softwind (Address withheld)
Story title : Spying On My Stepdaughter
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Spying On My Stepdaughter
By Softwinds (c) 1996
A N O T H E R K A T H Y S T O R Y
Until lately, I honestly thought that 'peeping' was a
past time that was only practiced 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 whose idea of
sexual enjoyment came from sucking and fucking.
I got hooked up with Candice, 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 Candice would deny me. Candice had married young,
and had a daughter Kathy, when she was just eighteen.
Kathy, like her mother, had married young also, and was
long ago out on her own before I met Candice.
Kathy 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, Kathy's had
broken up also, only she hadn't waited as long as her
mother had. Kathy told her husband of less than four
years to take a hike and then Kathy had worked her way
across Europe before saving enough money to come home.
This was the first time I would meet Kathy. I had seen
pictures of her, but nothing could have prepared me for
the beauty that we picked up at the airport.
She was 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.
Kathy had just turned twenty-two the month before.
Kat, as her mother affectionately called her, rushed
into her mother's arms. After a long embrace, Kat
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.
Kat 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
Candice, who likes to sleep late anyway, continued to
dream away the morning. I usually don't see Candice up
and about until at least 10 o'clock. I figured after
the long trip that Kat 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 Kat 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 Kat 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 Kat'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 Kat 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. Kat 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. Candice never
bothers me when I'm working out there, so I felt quite
safe and secure pulling out my cock and stroking it!
Kat had given me such a hard-on, and I didn't want to
take it back to the bedroom where Candice 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 Candice would be getting up, I headed in
for a coffee break and a late breakfast. Candice and
Kat were sitting at the table chatting. Candice gave
me a kiss good morning and thanked me for taking care
of Kat while she slept. I noticed that Kat's hair was
still damp from her earlier shower, but she had changed
into jeans and a t-shirt. I guess Kat 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 Candice and I had made long
passionate love, she told me how glad she was that Kat
and I had got along so well together. She said that
she was a little worried that Kat might resent my
taking her father's place, but that after talking to
Kat that morning she was greatly relieved that Kat
realized that her mother needed a male companion also.
Just talking about Kat was getting me aroused again, so
I kissed Candice goodnight and rolled over to hide my
new erection.
The next morning Kat 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.
Kat 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 a few strokes later my come
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 two more times before I was finally
satisfied. I realized that I was becoming obsessed
with Kat'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 Kat, 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 Kat and myself.
Over the period of the next few days, I spent many a
happy time pulling on my own meat, simply by the pure
arousal that Kat's nubile young body caused me. Kat
had started talking about finding a place of her own to
live, and her mother didn't want her leaving.
"Tell her George" Candice said, "Tell her that she's no
imposition." I agreed with Candice and told Kat 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.
Kat finally relented and consented to live with us
indefinitely. That's when my brainchild was born. I
told Kat 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.
Candice smiled then, and Kat 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 jewelry 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
Candice and Kat 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 women
were out shopping, I installed the dresser in Kat's
bedroom and fed the wires for both the lights and
camera through the wall and into the basement. I had
the camera wired so 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 Kat'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 Kat 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! Kat,
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 come 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 Kat climbed into bed.
The nighties she wore in the morning were just a cover
up! Kat liked to sleep bare-naked. The next portion of
the tape showed Kat getting up in the morning, getting
dressed and then coming back in her room after taking a
shower. By now I had come twice, and as I watched Kat
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
Kat, 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 Candice and I had made love.
Kat'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 strong young
body.
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
stepdaughter is a peeper too!
I'm a peeper, she's a peeper, wouldn't you like to be a
peeper too?
End-
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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