My alarm clock starts screaming at me. I am not ready to wake having only gotten an hour or two of sleep, but my girlfriend will be home soon and I don't want her to see me with dried semen all over me. She would surely question me so I slide out of bed and turn on the shower. In a groggy state, I try to replay all the events of last night but my mind only gives me snapshots.
Eight hours of work feels like a week in my warn out state. I leave work and head straight for my bed, crashing the moment I walk in the door. I sleep for a few hours until my girlfriend starts getting ready for work. She asks me why I am so tired and I tell her I didn't sleep well. I feel safe with the answer because I am not lying to her.
I give my girlfriend a kiss as she is heading out the door. If I go back to sleep then I will not be able to sleep tonight so I decide to get up and watch some television. Katie walks through the room, ignoring me. As she is walking back through the room, I ask her what she is planning on doing for the night.
She replies, "Not getting you off if that is what you are wondering."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"Oh come on," she replies. "I know you were awake last night when I got you off."
"What are you talking about?" I ask, playing dumb.
She looks at me with an attitude. "I know you were awake last night, but I appreciate you showing me that you can play stupid. You can play stupid about my job also just like you are playing stupid now."
Her comments are pissing me off. I look at her with a stern look on my face and say, "Keep up that attitude and I will text your mother right now to tell her about your job."
"You wouldn't," she says, her demeanor much more pleasant. "Daddy, what is it going to take to get you to keep quiet. I thought last night would do it."
"Katie, you are going to call your boss and tell him you quit."
"No, I will not do that. I am an adult. I can work if I want to daddy. You have to trust me."
Seeing that she is not going to give up easily, I decide to put her in an awkward position to blackmail her into quitting. I look her up and down, making it obvious to her, then smile at her without saying a word.
"What?" she asks.
"Take off your clothes and show me the rest of your body. I have already seen 95% of it, but I want to see it all."
"No way daddy. I am a dancer, not a prostitute."
"You were offering to fuck me last night, now you are acting too good to even strip?"
"I was drunk last night. If you wanted it, you should have said so last night when I was willing to do so."
Seeing the disgust on her face makes me want to see her body even more as she stands with a hand on her protruding him. She looks me deep in the eyes, pushing her curly brown hair away from her face. I pull out my phone and pretend to be typing a text message.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"I am texting your mother. She deserves to know what you are doing at night."
"Fine daddy. I will strip in front of you, but that is all, okay?"
I don't answer, simply staring at her. She slowly pulls her shirt over her head and begins removing her bra. My eyes focus on her breasts, seeing them in a close proximity with and in a lit room for the first time. Within a few seconds, her nipples begin to grow hard. Her long nipples are just like her mother's nipples.
She slowly begins sliding her shorts down over her hips then dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. My eyes scan her hips and focus on her crotch. The outline of her labia are visible through her panties. The anticipation is building inside of me. She is undressing like a shy teenager, much unlike the dancer she was last night full of sexiness.
Looking at my step daughter, seeing her vulnerability, I almost tell her to stop. Then it occurs to me that she may be playing me and acting to be vulnerable. Perhaps this is a part of her manipulation. After all, she has no problem removing her clothes in front of other men, circa her underwear.
"Come on, let's see that beautiful body of yours in all it's glory." I encourage her.
Slowly, she begins removing her panties, pulling them down until the top of them rests just above her lips. She pauses a moment and gives me puppy dog eyes. If I was not drunk with lust and anticipation, I may buy into her childish act. Instead, I use my hands to say 'come on'.
The panties slide down over her hips, falling down her slender legs and land on her sock covered feet. My eyes scan her beautifully toned legs up to the split divide between her legs. The folds of her lips are beautifully shaped like a red pepper. My eyes study her lips for a few moments before scanning her stomach up to her breasts. She stands still like a mannequin with a blank expression on her face.
"Okay, that is enough objectifying me" Katie says as she covers up her breasts with one hand and her vulva with the other hand.