Marty had recently moved into a new neighborhood. For a house warming he invited three of his neighbors over for drinks. They were all construction workers around his age of 55. First thing to really grab hold of the neighbors attention was Marty's step daughter.
"You see the tits on her?" whispered Jake behind Marty's back, "at least a fucking C cup."
"She must be about 120 pounds of curves on a 5 foot maybe 3 inch body."
"Holy fuck I know, check out her firm ass and lots of brown hair; fuck man, brunettes drive me crazy."
Marty returned from the kitchen with drinks.
"You just have one kid, Marty?" asked Jake.
"Yeah that's her in the kitchen, Holly. She's actually my wife's daughter, my stepdaughter."
"How old is she?"
"Almost 20."
"Wow your wife is that young!"
The guys laughed at Jake's corny joke and took a drink.
"So if Holly is almost 20, your wife must be how old?"
"Liz is 38."
"Holy fuck neighbor; and you're in your 50's!"
"Nice work, baby!"
The guys could see Holly in the kitchen. Even though she was finished high school, she had on her school uniform, a pleated skirt with button up blouse that barely contained her young fully developed breasts. It didn't take long for her three neighbors, all construction workers in their fifties, to really take notice of Holly -- sizing up her measurements. Holly was making herself something to eat and her voluptuous breasts looked like they were going to burst out. It was obvious she had more fully developed since high school.
"No wonder you married her mother," whispered Tom to Marty in the living room.
An uncomfortable look came over Marty's face. He took a long drink.
"Hey Marty, I've seen your wife getting out of the car," whispered Bobby, "Holly's a fucking younger version of your wife."
Marty felt embarrassed talking about his wife and step daughter with neighbors he hardly knew, so he took another long drink of beer. He was glad his wife had gone out for the evening with a girlfriend.
Holly came through the living room carrying a bowl of fruit in front of her breasts. The guys stared at her youthful, smooth legs and thighs under the short school girl skirt. Holly had white socks that came half way up her shins. Marty felt tongue-tied watching his neighbors gloat over his step daughter's ass as she went off to her bedroom in the basement.
Marty wisely invited the guys out on the back deck for a few more beers. A few beers turned into shots of whisky that turned into shots of tequila and finally more whisky chasers. The neighbor's loved to drink hard and poor Marty had trouble keeping up. As the alcohol really took hold, they asked Marty about his second marriage and wondered what it was like having a hot wife and her fully developed 19 year old daughter all in the same house. Marty again felt angry and reserved so he drank more rye and coke to put up with his bawdy neighbors who didn't appear to be in any hurry of leaving.
After a couple hours of continuous consumption Jake went inside to take a piss. As he turned a corner he saw Holly asleep on the couch with the television on. She was slumped over on her side with her socked feet flat on the carpeted floor. Her young large breasts were hanging out of her tight blouse. An intoxicated Jake impulsively took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of Holly's cleavage and legs. Once he heard Holly softly snoring he carefully lifted her skirt to get a picture of her upper thigh and curved hip. She never even flinched.
When Jake came back from the bathroom Holly was still fast asleep. He quickly snapped a couple more photos of her tender cleavage and went for another upskirt by gently lifting the side of her school girl skirt. Jake thought about how her curvy body probably tired easily and therefore required lots of asleep. It was like the gods built Holly for breeding. Her body so developed in all the right places. 120 pounds well proportioned in her hips and ass but even more so in her full chest.
Jake re-joined the guys on the back deck. He secretly passed his phone to Tom and Bobby. He made sure an intoxicated Marty was distracted by asking him questions. The guys secretly flipped through photos of Holly sleeping. Her tits hanging out and school girl skirt up her legs. Now Tom and Bobby had to hit the head.
They went in and Holly was still completely sound asleep. Her skirt was quit high from Jake lifting it moments earlier. A vulgar Tom leaned in with zero inhibition and carefully unbuttoned a couple of Holly's blouse buttons. Her massive young breasts were now precariously close to slipping out. A plastered Bobby had his phone out taking photographs. Holly looked so innocent while two drunken men in their fifties gawked over her taking pictures; capturing all her sweet spots. Tom gently lifted her skirt for Bobby to get more photos of her yellow and pink Tweety Bird panties.
Holly started to mutter so they quickly moved toward the bathroom unnoticed.
Holly sat up confused realizing her skirt was way up her thighs. She fluffed it down and thought it was strange a couple blouse buttons had come undone. She decided to go down to her bedroom in the basement.
After finishing up in the bathroom, Tom and Bobby rejoined Jake and Marty out on the back deck. More hard drinks were poured around the glass table.
"Marty, that stepdaughter of yours ever swim in a bikini?" asked an unreserved Jake looking toward Marty's inground pool.
"Not really," Marty looked offended by such a bold question, "she always says it's too cold."
"Too bad, it'd be nice to see those tits on your daughter in a bikini!"
Marty feeling the alcohol yelled; "you mean step daughter! She's not my daughter, she's my step daughter, get it?" Then he drunkenly eased back in his chair feeling insulted but also overwhelmingly sleepy. He was not use to this heavy style of drinking.
"Marty, you ever see her in Tweety Bird panties?" asked Bobby with a sneer.
"What's that you're insinuating?" mumbled Marty with his eyes closing.
"Oh come on like you've never looked up her school girl skirt."
"Yah right," mumbled Marty, "my wife see's me checking out her daughter, I'm done for...."
"I wouldn't mind a little action with your wife, when's she gonna be home?"
"Don't worry about it," said Marty, he forced his drunken eyes open, "and guys come on -- quit talking about Holly that way...."
"Relax step dad." laughed Jake. "Hell we could offer her money to show us what's under the school girl skirt."
Marty forced himself off the chair with a disgusted look. "I gotta get more ice and beer chasers."
"Not looking so steady on the feet, boss," noticed Tom watching Marty stumble toward the sliding glass doors.
Soon as Marty disappeared into the house, Bobby and Jake pulled out their phones.
"Hey boys, Marty sure can't handle his alcohol," laughed Bobby while bringing up the pictures of a sleeping Holly.
"Not very smart getting hammered with that hot daughter showing her tits and legs off," muttered Tom as he drank more rye and coke.
"Well his wife's a hot piece of ass too," smiled Jake, "fuck, I can see the two of them over the hedge line fence, both mom and daughter, always in short skirts or short cut off jean shorts, tits hanging out of tank tops. Both hot as hell."
"God damn," smiled Tom; "look at these photos of Holly sleeping,"
"Right down her blouse and she had no clue."
"Look at this one up her skirt; look you can see her little cute panties."
"I like this shot, you can see a yellow Tweety Bird right over her pussy."
"And those tits; look at that picture, nineteen year old tits ready to fall out, while she's fast asleep on the couch."
Inside the house Marty was having a hell of a time getting ice cubes out of the tray. He was completely bombed out of his mind. He saw Holly walk through the living room and head out back where three neighbors were heavily drinking. Marty wanted to stop her but he was so drunk he couldn't get the words out.
As Holly closed the glass doors behind her full body, Bobby and Jake quickly put their phones away. They immediately gazed on cute Holly in her school uniform. Holly formally introduced herself to her new neighbors.
After some drunken banter, Holly looked tense and put on a smile, "sorry sirs, I should have said hello earlier, cuz right now, you're all looking, like, pretty wasted!"
"You like swimming Holly?" asked Jake.
"No way," she smiled with her hands on her hips, "it's always too cold."
"Oh come on, young girl like you, you should be swimming."
