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Katie The Stepdaughter

Katie The Stepdaughter

by gingerhotwifeandhubby
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My wonderful, sexy wife and I have been married for over a decade now, and have had an amazing sex life throughout our marriage.

Erin has a lovely daughter named Katie. Now, as much as I'd like to say that Katie and I have always gotten along, that would be a lie. When she was young, we had an amazing relationship, but that went sideways unfortunately.

Katie's biological father "lurked in the wings" for lack of a better term. Katie and I would get along fantastically, then dear old Dad would show up and poison her mind with lies, slowly driving a wedge between us. As a result of his meddling, our relationship deteriorated over the years, eventually ending up in her moving out at 15, and us hardly ever speaking.

Fast forward to now. Katie has grown into an interesting 18 year old. She's opted to be a fairly dark individual, dressing in the "goth" or "emo" style, and avoiding sunlight. I've jokingly called her our little vampire, as she's extremely pale, inheriting her mother's fair ginger skin. She's also very petite like her mother, although much shorter, having stopped growing when she hit 5'0" tall.

Katie wanted to continue her education, and with the cost of living these days, she realized that working and going to school simply wasn't feasible. She spoke with my wife about possibly moving home with us to go to school and we agreed that this was viable, and her best solution.

When Katie moved back in, things were pretty awkward between us. We didn't really have the closeness of a step-father and daughter, but also didn't have any animosity, just a strangely awkward relationship. We were polite with one another, making small talk and eating together, but not really hanging out together unless my wife was present. As time progressed, we became more comfortable, but still not as close as we once had been.

Katie kept to herself for the most part, but hung out with us during and after dinner each night. We had a bit of a routine where we'd eat, then watch a movie or show in the evening while having a drink or two, before eventually calling it a night. Katie enjoyed her hard liquor, usually having a good buzz by the time she'd go to bed.

I've always been attracted to petite women, and as much as I hated to admit it, I did notice that Katie had developed nicely. She had a tiny flat tummy, perky bum and a tiny chest with perky little nipples which could be clearly seen through her tight tops. When we hung out at night, she'd wear pyjama pants and a tight shirt. She rarely wore a bra in the evening and I couldn't help but notice her breasts jiggling and nipples poking at the straining material.

At one point, after Katie had been living with us for a couple of months, my wife had to leave town for a big company seminar for a week, leaving Katie and I alone together. The first night together, Katie ate with me, making small talk, then stayed and watched a movie with me. We had a few drinks and Katie got a bit of a slur to her speech, and was far chattier than she had been up to that point. I assumed the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions and making it easier for her to be friendlier. The movie was nothing special, and eventually Katie drifted off to sleep on the sofa. I pulled a blanket off the back of the sofa and draped it over her to keep her warm as I continued to watch the movie.

After 15 minutes or so of Katie falling asleep, I heard a faint moan. I was sure at first that what I'd heard was the TV, but then I heard it again and realized the noise was coming from Katie. I looked at her, noticing her beautiful, pale freckled skin and admiring her beauty. While I watched her, I heard her moan again, then noticed the blanket move slightly.

I whispered, "Are you awake?", but got no reply other than another quiet moan and more movement.

Dying to know what was going on, I gently pulled the blanket back to the side and noticed that one of Katie's hands was between her legs, moving gently. She was having a dirty dream and was touching herself. My cock instantly hardened to the point of almost being painful. I'd never looked at Katie in a sexual way until that moment. Now I stared, noticing her black dyed hair in harsh contrast to her perfect, pale complexion. Every feature on her was petite, and nearly perfect. For a moment, I wondered how I had never really noticed her sexual beauty.

I tried desperately to ignore what was happening beside me, and to focus on the movie, but it was futile. Katie's hand moved more, she moaned more, then suddenly trembled, panting like a dog in heat. Katie's cheeks were suddenly full of rosy colour. My cock strained and ached and for a moment, I was concerned that I might actually ejaculate as I felt it begin to twitch. My concern and excitement ended quickly when Katie started to stir, woken by her own climax.

I dropped the blanket back over her and pretended not to notice anything, turning my attention back to the TV just in time. Katie removed her hand from between her legs, pulling both arms out of the blanket, then cleared her throat, "I must have dozed off, sorry." She then noticed the blanket, "Thanks for covering me."

I told her that it was fine and assured her that she had no reason to apologize for falling asleep. A moment later, she excused herself and went off to bed.

That night, despite my best efforts to remind myself that she was my step-daughter, I kept fantasizing about Katie and masturbated twice before I could settle myself enough to go to sleep.

The next day was like any other, except that I couldn't stop from becoming aroused repeatedly and noticing just how tight Katie's black stretch jeans were, and how her tiny waist transitioned to her large chest.

Katie went out that afternoon and I masturbated again, trying to relive my sexual frustration. My wife Erin rang and we had a long chat about her conference. I couldn't believe that she'd only been gone for 1 day of the 7 she was to be away for.

I'd barely hung up the phone before Katie rang, "Are we watching a movie again tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, if we can find something worth watching" I replied. My heart immediately pounded in my chest as I wondered if she would repeat her performance from the night before.

"Good. I noticed we're out of whiskey. Want me to grab some while I'm out?" she asked.

"Yes please!" I replied, perhaps too eagerly as my mind flooded with images of her dirty dream. I was immediately turned on at the possibility of it all happening again, feeling my cock harden again. I hadn't been this easily aroused since my teen years. I don't know why, but I soon found myself standing in Katie's room, day dreaming. I noticed something on her floor next to the bed. I picked up the fabric and discovered that it was a pair of black, Lycra panties. Without another thought, I brought them to my nose, inhaling her musky scent deeply. The panties didn't smell of sweat, but of womanly juices and I was sure they were likely the pair she'd worn the night before. I started to open my jeans, and was about to wrap her dirty panties around my hard cock to jerk with the soiled garment when the sound of the front door closing snapped me out of my trance.

"I'm home!" Katie hollered.

I rushed to the kitchen to begin dinner. Katie promptly grabbed us each a glass, clinking an ice cube into each, then poured us each a hefty drink. We drank through, and after dinner, having multiple drinks each. It wasn't long before her tiny body's resistance to the alcohol was overcome and she started to slur again. "I'm going to get changed into something comfy so we can start the movie." she announced, then left for her room.

When Katie returned, I think my jaw visibly dropped. She'd changed into a long t-shirt which was only about 6 inches longer than the bottoms of her panties. It was the first time I'd seen her bare legs, and they were perfect. Pale, slender and smooth, with light freckles. She sat at the opposite end of the sofa as usual, but grabbed the blanket and draped it over her legs, for which I was grateful as I didn't think I could resist staring at her bare legs if they were exposed, nor resist trying to look up under her shirt.

We watched the movie and drank more. I made sure to pour large drinks for Katie and soon she was slurring, then she dozed off again. I stared at her gorgeous face again, taking in her beauty as my cock hardened once more in hopes she'd have another naughty dream.

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I wanted desperately to uncover her, to stare at her legs. I started to reach for the blanket but then snapped my hand back when she started to stir. Katie moved, turning and stretching out across the sofa on her back until her feet slid across my lap and she sighed, settling into a comfortable position.

While Katie's position on the sofa was comfortable for her, it was not for me. The instant her feet made contact with my cock through my pants, I got so hard it hurt.

My cock throbbed as I sat there staring at my step-daughter, reminding myself that the naughty thoughts racing through my head were terribly wrong. Despite my best efforts, I soon found myself peeling the blanket back to see her perfect, tiny feet and exposing her legs up to her knees.

I gently placed my hand on her shin, waiting for a reaction. When Katie didn't stir, I slid my hand and the blanket upward, inch by careful inch along the side of her leg until I uncovered her waist.

When Katie had turned and stretched out, her shirt had hiked up. What I was now looking at was her perfect legs and tiny waist, with a pair of white, cotton panties covering her treasure.

I was overcome with lust, and all my good sense disappeared. I slid my hand over the side of her thigh until my fingertips made contact with the cotton fabric.

My heart jackhammered in my chest and I would swear that my breathing was deafening as I let my fingers trace the edge of her panties downward until my fingertips were between her thighs.

Katie moaned. I wanted her more badly at that moment than anyone else in my life, more than I could have even imagined. I paused, not moving, silently asking myself, "what the hell are you doing?"

Before I could formulate a response to my own question, Katie moaned quietly and her thighs parted slightly, causing her feet to move against my crotch. I was now looking directly between Katie's legs. I stared, searching for any stray hairs peeking out, but saw nothing. Nothing, except the outline of her pussy lips with the thin cotton hugging her contours.

My cock throbbed. In my aroused state, I didn't stop to think about what I was doing, and moved my hand between her legs, tracing her womanhood through the fabric. Katie moaned louder now and I started to rub her very softly.

I looked up and down her legs, stopping at her feet. Without thinking about what I was doing, I unfastened my jeans and slid my zipper down, freeing my cock. My hardon was fractions of an inch away from her skin, and it was leaking precum as I resumed rubbing her panties. I then noticed the dampness of her cotton.

I moved my hand out of the way enough to look between her legs and saw that she was now soaked through, making the material translucent. I could now see, through the material, that she had removed nearly all her pubic hair, leaving a tiny red patch just above her clit. Her lips looked tiny and tight, an "inny" for lack of a better term.

I couldn't take anymore! I knew that if I didn't relieve myself immediately, I'd be likely to do something I'd regret even more, probably resulting in the end of my marriage. My free hand went to my cock and started to slide up and down slowly. My other hand stayed between Katie's legs, moving only a tiny bit, eliciting more quiet moans and heavier breathing from her.

Just then, Katie moved her closest leg to me, spreading her legs more. The result was that her foot made contact with my cock. I started to push my cock against her soft skin, along the top of her foot. I don't think I lasted more than a minute before I felt my balls tighten. It was too late for me to stop myself, and my cock started to throb, spewing ribbons of my hot seed upward and across her foot and my underwear and shirt.

As my orgasm subsided, my breathing slowed, but Katie was on the other side of the curve, now starting to grind against my fingers. I used my shirt to wipe my cum from her foot as best I could while staring at her tiny crotch grinding against my fingers.

Katie's breath quickened and she soon trembled again. I feared she'd wake up as she had before, so I quickly withdrew my hand and pulled the blanket back over her.

It was seconds before Katie stirred again, turning her body away and pulling her legs up before inhaling sharply. "Shit! I fell asleep again! I'm so sorry." she slurred.

I stared at her, smiling at her red cheeks again. "No need to apologize Katie. You can fall asleep whenever you want." I replied.

Katie smiled, "I think I should go lay down. Sorry again."

I assured her again that it was fine as she stood up with her back to me.

I got a good look at her perfect, perky, cotton covered bum before she straightened her shirt and headed to bed.

I wanted desperately to follow Katie into her room. I wasn't sure if she had really been asleep, or whether she was faking in order to fulfil some fantasy of hers, and in my buzzed state, I nearly did follow her.

I slept better that night, having already cum, but my dreams were filled with fantasies of the things I wanted to do with her.

The next day was as before. Katie went out again and I found myself in her room, now rummaging through her laundry to pull out the panties from the night before.

This time, I quickly brought the thin cotton garment to my face, inhaling her musky scent deeply before dropping my pants and wrapping her panties around my cock. I closed my eyes, immediately seeing images from the night before. My fingers between her legs, her foot against my cock. I started to jerk myself off, imagining what might have happened if I'd been braver, and was feeling my orgasm approaching when I heard the front door again and Katie calling out. I was too far along to stop this time and erupted into the soft fabric.

I rushed, hearing her footsteps approaching as I pulled my pants up and tossed her panties into the hamper. My cock was still oozing cum into my pants when I rushed out of her room just in time to not get caught.

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I greeted her, my cock still throbbing as I noticed the last of my uncomfortable sticky load I'd deposited into my shorts. I hoped desperately that Katie didn't notice my bulging zipper, or the growing wet area around it.

"What were you up to?" Katie asked.

My mind panicked. How did she know? The best I could come up with was to reply with a question, "What do you mean?" I stammered out, hoping to buy enough time to come up with an excuse so that I could explain my behavior.

"You're flush red and breathing hard" she replied, before continuing, "were you working out or something?"

I tried to slow my breathing, "Ya, I was just doing some push ups", I lied, hoping she wouldn't call my bluff.

"Ah, that makes sense. You look like you've been working out." she replied, before entering her room. "Are we watching another movie tonight?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Love to!" I replied, knowing full well that I was dying for a repeat of the night before.

Once again, we both drank through dinner and were soon both buzzed. "I'm really enjoying hanging out with you" Katie slurred before going to her room, "I'm going to change for bed again in case I doze off, as usual" she giggled.

I sat on the sofa, trying to find a good movie to watch, hoping for a slightly more romantic, or sexually themed movie. I guess I was thinking that it might help arouse her, although I knew I shouldn't push my luck. I draped the thin blanket over myself to hide my already aroused state.

Katie returned with a bowl of popcorn, and was wearing another t-shirt, this one shorter than the one from the night before. I had to make a huge effort not to try to get a peek at her panties.

This time, Katie sat next to me, pulling the blanket over her, before setting the bowl of popcorn on our laps so that we could share.

We had a few more drinks and I soon noticed Katie's head starting to nod as she fought off sleep. A minute later, she slowly leaned over until her head rested against my shoulder. I lifted my arm, wrapping it around her as she nuzzled in against me.

My cock was already straining. I rested my cheek against the top of her head and smelled her hair, inhaling the scent of Katie's shampoo, as I started to run my fingertips along her arm. I paused when she stirred. I needed to slow down and let her fall into a deeper sleep.

I turned my attention back to the TV just as a softcore sex scene started, doing nothing to help my situation.

A moment later, Katie took a big breath in, then shifted again, her head sliding down my chest until it rested on the top of my hip as she wiggled her bum away. She'd managed to drag the blanket down and off me, and it fell most of the way off her also as it slid to the floor.

I looked down her body, seeing that her shirt had hiked up again also, partially exposing her bum which was against the back of the sofa next to me. I let my arm, the one which had been wrapped around her, slide down until it rested on the side of her exposed hip.

No reaction. I was again taken by the softness of her pale skin as I let my fingers begin to caress her butt cheek.

Without thought, I pushed my luck, sliding my hand over her butt, giving her firm cheek a squeeze. No reaction again. My cock throbbed more, my heart pounded even harder than before.

I slid my hand up her hip almost to her waist, hiking her shirt up a bit more as I searched for her panties until I had exposed her to her waist. I stared down, confused as I found no fabric. My jaw dropped, realizing that Katie had no panties on!

My mind raced as I wondered why she was without underwear. Had she run out of clean ones? Was this just how she slept and had decided to just not bother because she wasn't worried about me? Had she been aware of what had happened the previous nights? As my cock throbbed in my jeans again, I realized that I didn't care why she hadn't worn them.

Katie shifted, and I stopped moving, as she moved her head up onto my lap, using me as a pillow, and putting more pressure against my cock. I wanted desperately to free my hardon from it's confines, but that was now impossible without trying to move her head.

I resumed caressing her hip, sliding my hand up and down her side as I debated sliding farther up under her shirt to touch her breasts. She breathed in, then shifted again. Her head pressed against my cock through my pants as she adjusted, nearly making me cum as I fought hard not to lose control of myself.

Katie slid her hands down, putting them together as she slid them between her thighs, then didn't move again for a while as I did my very best to let her fall into a deeper sleep.

I brought my other hand over to her hair, running my fingers through her dyed black hair, pulling it back gently.

Katie sighed, then started to move her hands slightly, letting out a faint moan. I let my hand slip from her hip, down her backside and between her legs, finding her fingers there, moving slowly and gently.

I moved my hand back up her hip, tracing my way up and paused to stare at her beauty. She moaned again. I wanted desperately to know what she was dreaming about when she stirred again, straightening her upper leg. I could now see her hands moving, the only things obscuring my view between her legs.

If I couldn't see her treasure, I was determined to feel it. I let my hand slide over, onto her flat tummy, then down, pushing it gently between her pelvis and hands.

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