Ron struggled with himself as he drove home. He could feel excitement gripping him, the forbidden fruit dangling in front of him, teasing him. He steeled himself and took a deep calming breath.
He was lucky he had met Teri after having been widowed in his mid forties. She was a successful executive at a large firm, good looking, fit and looked more like she was in her late thirties than her late forties. They dated for a blissful six months before Ron popped the question. They'd been married for three months now and Ron was still convinced that Teri was the best thing that happened to him. She was loving and caring and he was equally drawn to her. He had every intention of being the loyal, loving husband.
That was before he met his step daughter, Toni.
Did he realize the peril he was getting into the first time he met Toni? Ron mused. Maybe not, he thought, realizing that he had been blind to her wiles the couple of times he met her before the wedding. Being childless himself he looked forward to a complete family with a child. Teri wanted to make sure that he and her daughter felt comfortable with each other even though Toni was eighteen and would soon be off to college. The three of them met for dinner and Ron recalled getting the impression his step daughter was a shy, quiet and well behaved girl. How naive he had been! She definitely played the role of the ideal daughter in front of her mom and in most respects Toni was a good daughter; a straight A student, no lip, no attitude, no substance abuse. However with Ron, she would be a model of propriety one moment in front of her mom and a sly tease the next when they were alone.
The first few times Ron thought it was just innocent acting out with no significance but he soon realized that there were too many coincidences for that to be true.
Teri was endowed with a pretty decent sized pair of breasts but her daughter was relatively small. However Toni had big nipples that poked out through t-shirts when she didn't wear a bra. Toni would wear a thin t-shirt, no bra, and slip on a small half jacket that stayed unbuttoned and just about covered her nipples.
Then the games would begin.
As soon as Teri left the room or turned around Toni would maneuver the jacket and thrust her chest out while she asked Ron an innocent question. Then there were the accidental bumps and brush pasts. She would lean over Ron as he read the paper as if looking at an article or searching for a section while slowly tracing her hard nipples across his back and arm. A couple of times Ron stole a quick glance at her face but Toni had a studied look of innocence each time, feigning ignorance.
Looking back Ron realized how well she had played him, step by step. Once she knew he had begun to notice her, she began to get bolder, innocently putting her hand on his thigh under the table while leaning across, the hand slipping closer and closer to his crotch each time. Or she would pick the tight spot between the refrigerator and the kitchen island, getting to the fridge just as he would, squeezing past him, first brushing her ass against his front and depending on whether her mom was anywhere near or not, she would take her time trying to decide between OJ and a coke, all the while leaning forward and pushing her ass against Ron's increasingly hardening dick.
Toni had an hourglass figure with a slim waist and a tight ass to die for and she knew how to pull her t-shirt forward as she leaned down so that Ron would see her bare back and panties peeking above the tight jeans. When mom was around the loose long t-shirt would be back down in a show of modesty.
Ron tried hard to ignore these advances, convincing himself that they would not lead to anything to jeopardize his marriage. Luckily Teri was completely unaware of the situation. Toni was a nerdy teenager in her view, lost in books and hiding behind her glasses. Maybe that's why Toni had decided to toy with him, thought Ron, or maybe because she was jealous of her mother. In any case it was just a few months and she would most likely leave home to go to college.