I had only recently turned eighteen when I was first introduced to Steph, my fathers latest girlfriend, and over the following two years our relationship grew, the fact she was only eight years older than me meant I looked at her more as a big sister than as a stepmother.
Steph was a fun lady, very pretty, shoulder length mousey blonde hair, average sized breasts and, in my opinion her best feature, incredibly toned legs and behind. Another fantastic attribute Steph had however was her penchance for wearing loose clothing and quite often no underwear meaning that I had often stolen a peek at her boobs while she happily cleaned the house, the word downblouse could have been invented for her.
Although these glimpses of flesh were amazing each one left me craving for more but I had no idea how to achieve this goal, that was until one morning Steph came into my room while I was still asleep, the first sprinkling of an idea beginning to form as she was just about to leave.
"Everything okay?" I asked sleepily.
"Yeah sorry hunnie I was just grabbing your dirty washing" she replied "Go back to sleep."
Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind as I noticed my morning hardness pressed against my duvet. Would it be too dangerous to try and manipulate the situation so Steph got to see my erection? Surely she'd automatically flash me right?
I laughed internally at my feeble attempt to convince myself that that's what would happen but a part of me knew I would have to see what the outcome would be.
Just over a week after my initial idea about flashing Steph I decided that the next time she came into my room I would do just that. Nothing as bold as just whipping down my pants in front of her, my plan needed subtlety, but something had to be tried.
The sound of my father leaving for work was soon followed by the opening of my bedroom door. Feigning sleep was easy. Having a fully erect penis was even easier. Timing my next move was slightly more difficult. Through partially opened eyes I saw Steph turn towards me, her arms cradling my dirty laundry, and decided now was the right time. Rolling onto my back I kicked my duvet most of the way off me exposing myself to her still feigning sleep. Her eyes were drawn to my hardness, a slight smile crossing her lips, before she quietly left my room.
There was no way she had failed to see me and the surge of electricity that raged through my groin was indescribable. I laid in bed smiling to myself.
Over the following weeks I used the same routine on Steph a few times making sure not to do it every time she entered my room in case she realised what was happening. One thing of note was the amount of time it took her to leave my room the more often she saw me.
I was still getting glimpses of nudity from her and I was sure some of those were intentional, well I liked to think they were.
"Morning sunshine" Steph said as I walked into the kitchen noticing how amazing her legs looked in a pair of pink athletic shorts.
"Morning Steph" I replied "Where's dad?"
"He's gone into work early so his weekend is clear for the wedding"
I'd forgotten that Steph and my father were spending the weekend away at a friends wedding "Oh yeah house to myself sounds good"
Steph laughed "No wild parties"
"Oh the strippers are already booked" I giggled.
"Bloody pervert" Steph said throwing a tea towel at me, her breasts swaying nicely under her loose fitting T shirt.
The weekend came and went uneventfully, I had no real plans other than listening to music, my parents arriving home late Sunday evening, I was already in bed so didn't bother getting up to say hello. One of them checked in on me but in my semi conscious state I wasn't sure who.
The sound of a car door closing woke me from slumber the following morning and I decided if Steph came into my room I was going to let her see how happy I was she was back. She did.
Rolling onto my back, the covers dislodged revealing my morning wood to her, I stretched my arms yawning fakely.
"Hiya" I said sleepily
"Good morning" she replied "You might want to move your duvet back"
