Tiffany was my step-daughter. I had married her very hot and very sexy mother a few years back, when Tiffany was just a blossoming teenager. Tammy and I had a great sex life, but we had our ups and downs as well. This happened during one of our “not-so-good times” in our relationship.
As Tiffany blossomed into a young woman, she began to favor her mother more and more. Her little girl dresses gave way to tight fitting clothes that showed off her cute figure, and tight fitting clothes soon gave way to more risqué clothing choices, like ripped jeans and cut off shorts, which in my humbled opinion, were not appropriate for a seventeen-year-old young lady. Tammy had no issues with the way her daughter dressed and since I was only a step-dad, I had very little say in things.
For the most part, Tiffany kept things pretty well covered around the house, although there were times when she’d run around in nothing but a towel. For the most part, I just ignored her teases, and occasional ass flashes, as childish and immature.
One day, I was working from the house and in my office when Tiffany walked past, clad in only a towel. Tiffany always addressed me by my first name, saying I wasn’t her real dad, who had left her and her mother for another woman. We had a love-hate relationship. She loved having a part time dad when I was convenient, but she hated me for trying to discipline her. Any time I tried to set her straight, she would tell me, “I am my own woman and I won’t be contained.”
Tiffany stopped and peered into my office. I pretended to ignore her and only glanced up for a second.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, standing in the doorway to the office. I didn’t even look up from my keyboard.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Do you think I have a fat ass?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, still typing away.
“You didn’t even look,” she shot back.
“I don’t need to,” I replied, “I’ve seen your ass and it looks fine.”
“Fuck you,” Tiffany replied.
“Watch your language,” I scolded as I continued to bang away on the keyboard. Tiffany was an angel in her mother’s eyes, but for me, she was a typical adolescent wild child.
Tiffany disappeared and I didn’t hear from her for quite a while. The doorbell rang and I heard her yell, “I got it!”
In the distance, I could heard her talking to a friend, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. A few minutes later and Tiffany stepped back into my office doorway.
“Jamie and I are going to lay out for a bit,” Tiffany announced. “Is that OK?”
“Go for it,” I replied, never looking up from my keyboard.
Jamie was Tiffany’s new best friend forever or “BFF” as she called her. Jamie was a year older than her and the source of most of my problems with Tiffany. Jamie dressed like a whore and flirted with just about any guy, to include myself. She was undeniably sexy, standing about five foot three, with a slender frame, short black hair, boobs that could not be ignored and a cute ass. Part of me didn’t want her around, but there was the male part of me that always seemed to win out whenever she was around.
After about ten minutes, I made my way down to the kitchen to get a cold drink. I peered out in to the back yard through a window opening in our back door. Tiffany and her friend Jamie were laying on the chaise lounge chairs on their stomachs, with the ties to their string bikinis hanging off to the side of the chairs. Their bikini bottoms were pulled up tight, creating a perfect outline of their tight little pussies. Standing there, I found myself mesmerized and getting hard, looking at their tight little asses.
Jamie turned on to her side and said something to Tiffany. I could see her boobies. Suddenly, she stood up and was walking toward the back door, completely topless. I stepped backwards into the hallway and around the corner, just as she entered the house. She made her way to the guest bathroom and closed the door.
I waited for her to exit the bathroom and as she did, I stepped out from around the corner, feigning a surprise, and grabbed her by the waist.
Instinctively, she stepped back, her hands going to cover her mouth, as she exclaimed, “Oh shit!”
I quickly apologized as I stepped back. She crossed her arms to cover her exposed breasts.
“Nice boobs,” I nonchalantly remarked.
Jamie didn’t know what to say. She quickly darted out the door as I made my way back up to my office. A few moments later and Tiffany was standing in my doorway.
“You just embarrassed the hell out of my friend!” Tiffany exclaimed.
“I’m not the one running around topless,” I replied.
“You are such a pervert!” Tiffany shot back. “I am going to tell Mom!”
“Go ahead,” I replied. “Tell her. Tell her that you and your friend were laying out topless. Tell her you flashed me and asked about your me if I thought ass was fat. Go ahead, tell her!”
“Fuck you!” Tiffany exclaimed. “You are a terrible excuse for a man!”
“Watch your language,” I scolded.
“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Tiffany shot back, letting out a string of curse words.
I sat back in my chair and smiled. I knew Tiffany well and I knew that while she could be angelic one moment, she could be an absolute devil the next.
Tiffany disappeared from my doorway. I heard the screen door to the porch slam. I peeked out the second-floor window and watched as Tiffany retook her place on the chaise lounge. She plugged in her ear phones and untied her bikini top, letting the strings drop to the sides of the chase lounge on which she reclined, on her stomach.
I went back to work, but found myself peeking out the window periodically. Jamie was cute, with her slender frame and short black hair that curled just under her chin. I could see Jamie and Tiffany chatting but couldn’t make out what they were talking about. Then I saw Jamie sit up and head back towards the house, once again sans top.
I listened as the back screen door creaked open and then latched. I few seconds later and Jamie was standing in my office door way, completely topless, her hands in her hips, as I tried to hide behind my computer screen. I pretended to not see her, although she was only a few feet away.
She cleared her throat to announce her presence. I peered up from my keyboard.
“How can I help you?” I asked.
“Do you like my boobs?” Jamie asked.
“Yes,” I answered, nonchalant-like.
“No, really, do you like them?” she pressed.
“They’re strikingly beautiful,” I replied.
“Even though they’re small?” she inquired.
“Come over here,” I instructed. As Jamie approached my desk, I turned sideways. She stopped short of where I sat. I gently patted my leg above my knee.
“Sit down,” I instructed.
Jamie sat on my leg and I wrapped my arms around her supple waist, then gently and smoothly worked the open palm of my hand on to her flat tummy and then up to one of her breasts, where I teasingly played with one of her nipples using my thumb and a forefinger.
“You have great boobs,” I said. “Very responsive and very sexy.”
“Do you really think so?” Jamie asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “Very much so!”
She looked down at my hand on her tit.
“It’s not the size that counts,” I said, rubbing her boob, “it’s how you carry yourself and how you respond to a compliment, a touch or even a kiss.” I leaned forward and lightly kissed her exposed left nipple.
“Oh my gawd!” Jamie exclaimed.
“Don’t be nervous,” I replied.
“Oh my gawd!” she repeated. “You’re making me feel all goose-pimply.”
Her nipples were small, but rock hard. Then, suddenly, and just as quick as she had sat down on my lap, Jamie bolted. I peeked out the window and watched her re-take her seat on the chaise lounge.
“What the hell?” I thought to myself. This teenage nympho had just come up to my office and teased the hell out of me, then ran off like a scared deer. I was steamed.
I watched out the window and plotted my next move. I retreated to my work, but couldn’t get what had transpired out of my head.
I peeked out the second floor window of my office, I saw movement in the backyard. Tiffany was standing behind Jamie, rubbing baby lotion on to her shoulders. Suddenly, Jamie grabbed Tiffany’s hands and pulled them on to her small breasts. At first Tiffany appeared reluctant and tried to pull away, but Jamie would not relent.
The site of seeing Tiffany rubbing Jamie’s breasts was titillating, to say the least. Jamie stood up and faced her friend, holding Tiffany’s hands on her exposed breasts. Jamie placed her hands on the sides of Tiffany’s face and pulled her into a deep-throated kiss. Tiffany slipped her hands from Jamie’s breasts and down to Jamie’s cute ass, squeezing it in her hands. I was glued to the window. My cock was rock hard.
After standing there deep-throating each other for the longest time, they turned and walked towards the house. Jamie glanced up at the second-floor window where I had been standing. I took a quick step back to make sure I was well hidden. I quickly took my seat behind my computer and pretended to be busy.
Tiffany was the first to walk by my open office door, followed by Jamie. Neither said a word as they disappeared into Tiffany’s room and the door closed. I could hear the water stream from the shower. I could hear giggles coming from the bathroom and was pretty sure as to what was transpiring. The more I listened the harder it was to concentrate.
Eventually, Jamie left and I made my way down to Tiffany’s room. I knocked on the door to Tiffany’s room and she invited me in. She was laying on her bed, on her stomach, dressed in her panties and an oversized football jersey from high school.
“What’s up?” she asked, looking up at me.
“Y’all put on a pretty good show today,” I said.
Tiffany acted like she didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Are you going to tell Mom?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “You secret is safe with me.”
Tiffany was happy to know she had earned my trust and confidence.
“I’m not gay,” Tiffany quickly responded as I stepped back into the threshold of her bedroom door.
“Neither is your friend,” I replied. “She swings both ways.”
“How do you know?” Tiffany asked.
“Oh, I know,” I replied, “Trust me.”
Tiffany looked confused.
“By the way,” I replied. “It’s your turn to do the dishes. You might want to have them done before your mother gets home. You know she can sometimes be a pill about such things.”
I left Tiffany alone to ponder our conversation. I retreated to my office and work. About an hour later, Tiffany stepped into my doorway. She stood in silence until I peeked up and smiled.
“Do you think Mom will hate me if she knew I liked girls?” Tiffany asked.
“No,” I replied. “Your mother may be a bit prudish from time to time, but she is pretty open minded and I think she will still love you no matter what. She may not agree with your choice of lifestyle, but I think that over time, she will come to accept it. Myself, there’s nothing more sexy than two girls who really love each other.”
“Well,” Tiffany replied, “This is all new to me. I’m not sure I like girls. I like guys as well.”
I told Tiffany the world of love was a strange one and that she had to find her own way.
“So…” Tiffany continued, “did you get turned on while watching us?”
Now it was my turn to blush.
“Yeah,” I replied, adding with a sarcastic tone, “Yeah I did. I jerked off and spit cum all over the place.”
“No,” Tiffany shot back, “I’m serious.”
“Well,” I replied, “Y’all were putting on a pretty good show.”
Tiffany brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
“Jamie told me you came on to her.”
“Not really,” I replied.
“That’s not what she said,” Tiffany shot back. “She said you felt her up.”
“That’s not true,” I countered. “We bumped into each other as she was coming out of the guest bathroom. That’s it.”
Tiffany wasn’t buying my line.
“Hey,” Tiffany responded, “If you like her, that’s fine with me. I just don’t want to see Mom hurt.”
“Your mother and I are fine,” I replied. “It was a momentary lapse and nothing happened.”
“You stick to the line,” Tiffany countered. She crossed her arms and pulled her football jersey over her head and let it drop to the floor. She was completely topless, her boobs on full display. I was shocked by her brazen display of nudity, something she had only “accidentally” done in the past.
“My boobs,” Tiffany said, cupping her breasts in her hands and shaking them, “they’re better than Jamie’s boobs.”
She turned and retreated to her bedroom without saying anything else, leaving me speechless. I stared at the blue football jersey laying on the floor in the threshold to my office. I picked it up and headed down the hallway towards Tiff’s room. Her door was open and she was standing topless in front of her dresser, running a brush through her long blonde hair.
I tossed the jersey on to the bed.
“If your mother knew you were teasing me,” I said, “she would not be happy.”
“If Mom knew you wanted to fuck my friend,” she countered, “she would not be happy.”
Tiffany tuned, rested her ass against her dresser, and smiled.
“If you weren’t your mother’s daughter, I’d screw you as well,” I countered.
“So what’s stopping you, besides you’re married to my mother?” Tiffany replied.
“Nothing,” I shot back, “except you’re my step-daughter and it would be incestuous.”
“No it would not,” Tiffany shot back. “Just because you married my mother doesn’t make me your daughter. I am my own woman!”
I could tell I wasn’t going to win the argument, so I retreated back to my office. Needless to say, I was somewhat frustrated by all the teasing.
“I am my own woman,” rang in my ears.
I avoided Tiffany and she avoided me for the rest of the day. The next day was an adventuresome one.
Once again, I was held hostage to my lascivious thoughts as I watched Tiffany and Jamie laying out in the back yard in their tiny bikinis. They both flipped over, sans tops and playfully rubbed baby oil over their breasts. They were purposefully facing the house and they knew, I am sure, I was watching from the second floor window.
Jamie stood and stripped out of her bikini bottom. She was completely shaved. She repositioned herself on the chaise lounge, her legs slightly parted and giving me a perfect view of her kitty. I saw Tiffany pick up her cell phone. She snapped a few photos of Jamie. My cell beeped. I looked at it.
“Jamie wants you,” Tiffany texted.
“Tell her to come and get it,” I replied. I watched as Tiffany showed my response to Jamie. The teasing went on like this for quite a few minutes, with Tiffany texting me and sending me photos. I retreated to the bathroom to grab a towel. There was no way I wasn’t going to relieve some of the pressure in my pants.
The sexting was flirty and dirty.
I retreated to the bed and stripped. I studied the photos and accompany tests, knowing the creators were simply a few feet away and enjoying themselves immensely.
“Show us your wanker,” Jamie texted.
“No way,” I responded. “If you want to see it, you have to come in the house.”
“Don’t tempt us,” Jamie replied by text.
“It’s a big one,” I replied.
“Two inches is not big,” Jamie texted back.
“No, it isn’t,” I replied, “but eight inches is.”
Jamie pressed for a photo. I stepped downstairs and retrieved a large dill pickle from the refrigerator and snapped a photo.
“LOL”, Jamie texted back a reply. “Very cute!”
I peeked out the back door and saw Jamie sharing the photo with Tiffany. Jamie then stood up and started for the house. I scurried back upstairs and into the master-bedroom. I pulled the covers over myself. Jamie appeared, completely naked in the threshold of the bedroom door, the green dill pickle in her hand.
“Hey you,” she remarked as I looked up from my phone. She spread her legs and pushed the dill pickle into her vagina and held it there, slowly working it back and forth while pretending to be in the throes of an orgasm. After a few seconds, she removed the pickle and took a bite of it, then casually tossed it in my direction. The pickle landed on the bed covers next to me.
Jamie started to leave when a completely naked Tiffany pushed her friend into the bedroom.
“You started this,” Tiffany said, grabbing her friend’s hand and pulling her toward the bed, “so now you have to finish it!”
Tiffany pulled her friend onto the bed beside me.
“You know you want it,” Tiffany told Jamie, grabbing the pickle and taking a bit from it. Tiffany grabbed the bedsheet that covered my private part and yanked on them.
“Oh wow!” Tiffany exclaimed. “Look at that pickle!”
Tiffany grabbed a pillow and propped herself up next to me, pulling the bedsheets over her naked body. Jamie slipped her hand onto my exposed and very stiff cock, and studied it.
“This looks so much better than a stupid pickle,” Jamie remarked. “I bet it tastes better, as well.”
Crunch. Tiffany took another bite on the pickle.
“Go for it,” Tiffany instructed.
Jamie slipped her mouth over the head of my cock and began a very sensuous blow job. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back the inevitable for too long. I locked my fingers into Jamie’s short black hair and held on as she deep-throated me.
“I am going to cum,” I warned.
“Oh God, no!” Tiffany exclaimed. “You have to hold it.”
“I can’t,” I exclaimed.
Jamie just kept working her mouth up and down my shaft, gripping the base of it with her hand.
“I’m cuming,” I exclaimed.
Jamie let go of my manhood, jumped up and then sat down on my lap, in a reverse cowboy position, shoving my cock into her very tight pussy. I instantly exploded as she shook and flooded my lap with a mix of my cum and her creative juices.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Jamie shouted as we both climaxed simultaneously. Jamie rocked her hips back and forth, her head lowered and her mouth open as she gasped for a breath. I dug my fingers into her hips. Finally, after a few minutes of intense fucking, she slipped off my cock and then used the towel I had laid on the bed to clean up herself and wipe me clean. Meanwhile, Tiffany finished off the pickle beside us.
“That was one juicy pickle,” Tiffany remarked as she licked a couple of her fingers. I had to chuckle at her comment.
Jamie offered Tiffany the towel, but Tiffany chose to use the bed sheets to wipe off her fingers. Tiffany grabbed Jamie by her hand and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss.
I lie there, naked and not saying a word. I dang sure wasn’t about to touch Tiffany or get involved with her in any way. It was just too weird for me and a line I would not cross, even if she pressed it.
I slipped out of the bed and into the shower, leaving Tiffany and Jamie to enjoy their private moments together.
By the time I got out of the shower, both girls had retreated to their respective chaise lounge chairs. I deleted all the text messages from my phone and settled down to finish up some work. My phone beeped.
I glanced at it. It was a message from Jamie.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, adding, “Anytime.”
Tiffany and I had forged a new relationship. I never mentioned anything about that had happened and neither did she. After that day, she decided she would wash the dishes from that point forward.
End note. I got in trouble with the wife for eating pickles in bed. I promised to never to do it again
