Stepdad's New Obsession (closed)

[w0ndergirl4]

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The moment Cristy sat down she regretted not changing clothes after she got home from lunch with her girlfriends. The short, low-cut little summer dress was one of her favorite new finds at the thrift shop and all her friends had loved it, but she quickly realized that it wasn't really the best thing to wear in front of her stepdad.

Sitting directly across from Gavin's recliner meant that not only could he potentially see up the dress, but he had a straight on view of her cleavage, which was very much on display in that particular dress. Of course, as big as Cristy's breasts had gotten in the last couple of years of high school, pretty much anything she wore was provocative. Even so, the brunette awkwardly pulled one foot up in the chair, positioning it so there was no chance her stepdad could see up her dress.

Four years ago, when Gavin had first married the nineteen year old's mom, he had been friendly but hadn't really payed that much attention to her. In the last couple of years as Cristy's body had begun to fill out and she'd gotten rid of her braces, she had started to notice him watching her more and more. It was just that at first, mostly catching his eyes slowly moving down from her face to her chest, occasionally catching him looking at her ass. But lately Gavin had gotten more...blatant? Anytime Cristy would go out to the pool in her swimsuit he would find an excuse to come out too. And the glances that used to flick away when she caught him had begun to linger longer.

But it wasn't just the looks. Her stepdad's hugs had changed from the playful, warm hugs of her childhood to something more uncomfortable and handsy. And in the last couple of weeks she'd noticed a few comments from him that were bordering on inappropriate, often involving the size of her breasts. She liked Gavin, she really did, and her mom was still madly in love with him, but it was honestly starting to bother the brunette.

"So what did you guys want to talk to me about?" Cristy asked as her mom walked in from the kitchen, bringing a drink for Gavin with her. Whatever it was, she was hoping it was going to be a quick conversation so she could go change. She could already feel her stepdad's gaze on her chest.

"We just wanted to check in with you...as far as the college applications," he mom said, clearly hesitant to bring up the subject. Cristy had decided to take a year, or more off after high school, but her mom and stepdad were expecting her to go back to college next year, which meant she needed to be focused on submitting applications, which she was very much not focused on.

"I'm almost done with three of them," she said, which was only true if by almost you meant had opened the online applications and looked at them once. The teen looked up at her mom, hoping that would satisfy her, but she could see her mom was still worried. Gavin, on the other hand wasn't looking worried, though he seemed incredibly interested in Cristy's tits and how much of them were showing.

"I should go change," the brunette suggested. "I'll let you know when I get those three applications ready."

 

[ManlyUsername]

As he sat in the expensive recliner, Gavin nursed his half full beer and let his mind wander. He had to admit, he had it pretty good. Linda’s money meant no more overtime. Shit, if he played his cards right, in a few months he might be able to drop to part-time since 'business just keeps getting worse'. And she was still a catch, for her age at least. Yep, Gavin had bagged himself a Grade A cougar.

He could hear Linda in the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher. The banging told him she was still frustrated about Christy. Jesus, that girl. Linda was justified to be a little worried. Christy didn't seem to be in any hurry to get her shit together. Probably thought she could skate through life on her good looks.

Maybe she was right.

The thought elicited a slight laugh. The apple didn't fall far from the tree. If Linda was a catch, Christy was gonna be the whole fucking ball game. She was no little girl anymore. She'd grown a body that would stop a man in his tracks. Oh, and she knew it too.

Gavin knew he shouldn't really be paying attention. Should be immune if you will since he was her dad. But fuck, he was a just a man and he could hardly turn his head in his house without it being flaunted right in his face. The skintight suits out by the pool. The shorty shorts. And the outfit today. Goddammit.

He closed his eyes, replaying the last few minutes in his head. She had to know what she was doing. Oh, she always had that sweet, innocent look on her face, but she couldn't be oblivious to how she looked in that dress. Was it a coincidence that she sat directly across from him? Her skirt riding high on her lap. Almost daring him to steal a glance between her thighs. Then pulling her foot up onto the chair as if to accuse him of looking.

He grinned at the thought. Did she realize that that simple act of modesty was in itself a sort of tease? Him watching as she parted her legs to him. Even if it did block his view of anything more interesting. But that was fine. The real show with that dress was above the waist. The deep neckline and wispy fabric left little to the imagination. Her perfect tits looked as if at any moment they might simply spill out of their inadequate restraints. He could even see where her nipples pushed out against the fabric. Taunting him. Begging for attention.

He reached down to adjust himself with a grunt, then downed the last of his beer in a single pull. Then got up and headed for the kitchen.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

When Cristy reached the safety of her bedroom, she closed the door behind her and reached for the lock before remembering that something was wrong with the door knob. She had never really locked her door until a few months ago, after several incidents in which Gavin 'accidentally' walked in while she was changing. Since then she had been very careful about locking it anytime she was changing, but then last week she noticed the door knob wouldn't close right, leaving it impossible to close all the way, let alone actually lock. Her stepdad had offered to fix it, claiming he just needed to get some parts from the hardware store, but it was a week later and he still hadn't gotten around to it.

Big surprise, the brunette thought to herself as she pushed a discarded t-shirt over to the door with her barefoot and did her best to wedge it under the door so no one could open it, at least not easily. That'll have to do, she decided. Despite telling her mom she needed to change, Cristy wasn't actually in a hurry to do so. She'd just needed an excuse to get out of the conversation. It was awkward enough having Gavin staring at her breasts the whole time, but then having her mom interrogate her about college applications just made it worse.

The nineteen year old walked over to the small desk by the window and shuffled through some paperwork she had next to her computer. It had taken her months of pleading to get her mom to agree to Cristy taking a gap year. There was no way she was going to agree to her daughter taking a second year, but that's exactly what Cristy intended to do. She just wasn't ready to settle down and focus on college and a career yet. The question was, just how angry was her mom gonna be when she found out that Cristy had intentionally missed the filing deadline for her applications?

The brunette sat down in front of the computer with a exasperated sigh. She knew she could still submit applications but she also knew that she was much less likely to get accepted and would likely end up on a waitlist. The right thing to do would just be to tell her mom that she needed another year, but best case scenario she would insist Cristy get a full time job. Worse case scenario her mom would make her move out, which the teen was even less ready for than college.

Although, if I did move out, no more Gavin and his leering, greasy smiles, she thought. That was entirely fair. Gavin wasn't a bad guy. He'd been fun at first, and he made her mom happy. She just wished he would stop giving her those creepy vibes.

"This is all your fault," Cristy said out loud as she stared down at her chest. When her breasts had first started to develop she had been so happy. The boys at school suddenly seemed more interested in her but then as they kept growing she noticed that boys weren't the only ones looking. The male teachers were suddenly nicer to her at school and she could feel their eyes on her. Random men on the street would stare, often openly. And then Gavin stopped looking at her the way he used to. Now when he looked there was a hunger in his eyes.

Abandoning the school applications, the teen stood and walked over to the full length mirror on the back of her closet door. She really did like the dress, she thought as she twisted slightly, eyeing how it moved against her body. The bodice was a little revealing, she admitted, but she was nineteen, why shouldn't she be able to show off a little. Was she going to wear baggy sweats the rest of her life because her stepdad couldn't control himself?

With a surge of confidence, Cristy marched to the door and, kicking the shirt out of the way, flung the door open intending to march downstairs and confront Gavin about the broken door knob, still wearing the low cut dress. As the door swung open and she started forward she had to pull up short to keep from running directly into her stepdad who was standing outside her room.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Linda gave him a quick glance before shaking her head and returning her attention to the dishes in the sink. “I tell you what Gavin. I would walk across a desert of broken glass for that girl, but I am Terrified that she just doesn’t seem to have a plan for what she wants to do with her life. And WORSE, she doesn’t seem the least bit concerned.”

Linda was in typical ‘around the house’ attire. A simple white ribbed tank top clung tightly to her torso. He couldn’t help noting that her chest was significantly smaller than Christy’s, and lacked the gravity defying perkiness of youth, but they were still perfectly fine. Her charcoal grey yoga pants helped cut a near perfect figure which he knew was only a little more impressive than the real thing. And a set of fuzzy pink ankle socks finished out the outfit.

She tossed another plastic cup in the dishwasher a bit too carelessly, causing it to land sideways. “I mean what else can we do to get through to her? I don’t wanna be a bitch about it, but the clock is ticking and…” He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and set his chin on her shoulder, causing her to stop abruptly.

“Shhh. Relax. She’s a smart girl. With a Brilliant mom. She’ll figure it out.”
Linda raised a hand to rest on his neck. She was always receptive when she was upset. He pulled her a bit tighter and felt her ass graze his hips. He exhaled deeply and placed a long wet kiss on her neck. She gave a quiet appreciative hum and her fingers moved a bit higher to tickle at the hairs behind his ear. Leaning forward he pressed her against the sink, shifting his hips gently back and forth as his lips moved lower.

When he began to slide a hand under her tank top she turned suddenly with a laugh. “Stop!” Then she gave him the Mom kiss. All affection and no passion. “Time for that later. Why don’t you make yourself useful and take the laundry upstairs.” And with a shove he was dismissed to deal with a basket of clothes and half a hard on. No biggie, she wouldn't be bossing him around later tonight.

The basket with Linda and his clean and folded clothes sat atop the washing machine. He grabbed it and started to leave when he noticed the smaller basket, sitting on the floor in front of the dryer, the clothes a random jumble. He quickly put it on top of the larger basket and headed upstairs. The big basket went on top of the chest of drawers in the master bedroom. The smaller one he set on the bed for closer inspection.

Amongst the t-shirts and gym shorts he saw one of Christy’s favorite bathing suits. One of his favorites too truth be told. He looked at it for a long moment remembering the last time he had seen her in it and his breath quickened. He picked through the collection a bit further and then pulled out something that really started his pulse racing. Lifting it slowly from the pile he ran his fingertips over the lacy fabric. There was precious little of it. The panties must cover almost nothing, and the sheer lace was all but see-through. He gave a furtive glance over his shoulder, then lifted them to his nose as his other hand reached down to give his gradually swelling cock a squeeze.

He was somewhat disappointed when they didn’t smell any different than one of his clean t-shirts. The flowery scent of fabric softener. He let out a puff of air. Alright, get a hold of yourself dude. Time to go score some ‘sensitive dad’ points.

He dropped the panties back on the top of the clothes in the basket and then picked it up and headed to Christy’s room. Christy had been getting pissy about the door situation. She probably suspected he had fucked with it, but she couldn’t prove it. He would be respectful and give a quick knock before just walking in anyway. He grinned at the memory of the last time he had done that. Her standing there holding a loose t-shirt over her bare boobs. God what a sight. He had of course apologised profusely and left immediately. But he had that mental image in his head the whole time he was drilling Linda later that night.

He was just reaching for the door when it suddenly opened. Oh Shit! But he covered almost immediately. “Jeez! You startled me. Here I brought your laundry up.” He managed to only glance at her chest briefly as he handed the basket over. Eye contact! Eye Contact! “Hey kiddo. I know things are tense between you and your mom right now. But it’s only because she cares about you.”

He gave Christy his best caring and considerate look and went for his favorite move when you wanted a woman to feel all squishy and emotional inside. “I care about you too Pumpkin.” Then used his fingertips to push a lock of hair away from her face and behind her ear, making sure his thumb traced a slow line down her cheek in the process.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Stopping as abruptly as she had to avoid crashing into Gavin caused Cristy's chest to bounce noticeably inside the loose fitting dress, but by the time she grabbed hold of the laundry basket that was thrust at her, and looked up at her stepdad his eyes seemed to be focused on hers instead of on her breasts, to her relief.

“Hey kiddo. I know things are tense between you and your mom right now. But it’s only because she cares about you," he said, clearly trying to be a peacemaker. "I care about you too, pumpkin."

The tension Cristy had felt about finding her stepdad outside her bedroom started to dissipate, but then he was brushing the hair from her eyes and touching her cheek and she had a hard time not feeling slightly creeped out. Lifting the laundry basket slightly higher, the brunette turned and carried it into her room.

"I know she does, but sometimes it just feels like she doesn't trust me at all," she sighed as she sat the clothes down on the bed, noticing that a pair of her panties were conveniently atop the load. The nineteen year old cynically imagined how Gavin had probably acted seeing them in the basket. Did he pick them up and look at them? Try to imagine her wearing them? God, would he have sniffed them? Her face was slightly flushed at the thought as she turned back around to face him.

"Not that I'm trying to change the subject, but have you had a chance to get the parts so you can fix my door?" Cristy asked, managing to keep most of the annoyance she felt out of her voice.

 

[ManlyUsername]

He was a little disappointed when the hair thing didn’t really land. She didn’t recoil away from him by any means but simply turned away without really acknowledging the gesture. When she did turn and walk to her bed , it did give him an opportunity to wander into her room uninvited.

He was only half listening as he scanned the room, doing his best to look casual and not nosey. Until she brought up the door again. Dammit. He turned back to look her in the eye, because it would have been pretty weird not to. Was that a hint of attitude he saw in her face?

He stammered a moment before casually turning away again, realizing he didn’t have an excuse chambered and ready to fire. That wasn’t like him. “Look, yeah! Maybe I’ve been procrastinating a bit. And I’m not a huge fan of that tone young lady.” He stalled searching for the excuse he had dreamed up a few days ago and since forgotten. He needed to turn this back around. “I know I’m just your step dad, but I think I still deserve a little respect.”

He stopped suddenly as he saw the University web page on her laptop. “Seems to me you’re not the one to be riding anyone’s case about procrastinating right now. What about these college applications?” Gavin leaned over her laptop and began scrolling around the page. “How much longer do you even have to get these applications submitted?”

Then his eyes landed at the banner on the top of the page. The one notifying applicants that the primary registration deadline had already passed. “Cristy!” Gavin said a bit too loudly, looking at his stepdaughter incredulous. He stepped to the door and swung it closed, his voice switching to a raspy whisper. “What the hell?!” He pointed at the laptop. “Your mom is going to lose, her, Shit!”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Seeing that Gavin was no longer standing in the doorway, but had wandered into her room uninvited, Cristy was only growing more annoyed with him. And he had the nerve to tell her that she needed to show him more respect? The brunette was just about to let loose with a completely disrespectful response to his comment, her hand already on her hip which was cocked slightly to one side, when she saw that her stepdad was looking at her computer.

Too late, Cristy realized that she hadn't locked it.

“How much longer do you even have to get these applications submitted?” she heard Gavin ask, his tone changing.

She wanted to tell him to leave her room. She wanted to tell him to leave her computer alone. She wanted the a hole to open up in the floor and swallow one or both of them but none of those things happened. Instead Gavin turned and hastily shut the door before turning back to her.

“What the hell?!” He pointed at the laptop. “Your mom is going to lose, her, Shit!”

Well, at least he whispered, the teen thought.

"I know she is, why do you think I haven't told her," Cristy spat back at him in a harsh whisper of her own. "I...I don't know. I just don't think I'm ready to start college yet. I want to take another year, but I need to talk to her and explain it. I just don't know if she's ready to hear that yet."

The nineteen year old took a slow, deep breath before continuing, her voice steadier, "I promise I am going to tell her when I'm ready. Please don't tell her, okay? You can't..."

She hoped the need in her voice, or the desperation in her eyes would be enough to convince Gavin to listen, but as she stood in front of him, waiting for him to respond, Cristy decided it couldn't hurt to distract him just a little. Hating herself even as she did it, the teen lifted a hand to the center of her chest, drawing his attention to her breasts before adding a "please".

 

[ManlyUsername]

She replied to him in a tone as harsh as his, "I know she is, why do you think I haven't told her,"

A little victory bell chimed in Gavin’s head. Look at her. Chin up, eyes staring daggers at him. Her hand perched on the gentle curve of her hip in a perfect pose of righteous indignation, as she prepared to give him a verbal lashing. The status of the repairs to her door, successfully deflected.

She had to look up slightly to look him in the eye. Damn if she wasn’t even cuter when she was fired up. Her slight frame tensed like a predatory cat ready to pounce. Gavin steeled himself for the next barrage. He was confident he had regained control of the situation and was already thinking of his next move. How to direct this negative energy away from himself. Play mom against the girl? Make him the good guy? Maybe go the guilt route? Present her with the united front of parental disappointment.

"I...I don't know. I just don't think I'm ready to start college yet. I want to take another year, but I need to talk to her and explain it. I just don't know if she's ready to hear that yet.", Cristy said much more softly.

What he was not prepared for was the sudden shift. The way her anger suddenly deflated. He listened as her explanation became a plea. The fire in her eyes extinguished and they softened. Dark beautiful eyes. She let out a long breath and he couldn’t help staring at her lips. Full, and soft. At least he imagined they were soft. He had the sudden urge to reach out and touch them. Imagined what they would feel like brushing against his skin.

He pushed an even more graphic image from his mind. Snap out of it Gavin! With considerable effort he looked her in the eye once again. He was in control of this situation. Wasn’t he? The look of desperation in her eyes made him question his resolve.

“Please don't tell her, okay? You can't...", she said in a sad voice.

He opened his mouth to speak but his train of thought was derailed as he watched her hand move up her body, drawing his attention to the plunging divide between her breasts. The smooth, round curves of her chest, barely covered by the soft folds of green fabric.

Her voice was almost pleading now, "please"

This last plea strummed a primal chord in him, and he felt himself flush. She looked so small. So...vulnerable. He lifted a hand to touch her but caught himself immediately. She didn’t realize how her posture, those pleading eyes, that pathetic voice, all worked to lure him. Almost inviting him to act on his desires. Or did she? Was this all some game to trick him into trying to touch her? Goad him into doing something she could hold against him? But god he wanted to touch her right now.

Gavin prided himself on being able to think on his feet, but right now there was precious blood supply being routed from his brain to other regions, and he was struggling to focus. “Um. So, what Cristy? You want me to lie to Linda? Lying to your mom is a big ask kid. What’s in it for me?”

Fuck! What did you say that for dumb ass. Cover!

“What I mean is, if your mom finds out I knew this and didn’t tell her, I’m in serious trouble.”

Better. Keep the train on the tracks. She was shifting her feet as he talked. Her body moving subtly beneath that god damn skimpy dress. And those tits. Jesus. Sure he was looking at trouble if he lied to Linda, but not as bad as Cristy right?. She must want him to keep his mouth shut pretty bad. He couldn’t help himself.

“I’m not sure what you think you are gonna say, or DO, to convince me to keep this to myself. I mean, it would have been something pretty impressive. What can you possibly do for me, that I would want more than being on Linda’s shit list.”

He had gone too far. He said it casually, almost jokingly. But he was just now realizing he had been staring at her chest with hungry eyes for far too long as he said it.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

"What’s in it for me?”

The question hung there for what seemed like an eternity. Cristy was shocked by the implications of her stepdad's question. She shouldn't have been of course. She had known what she was doing when she drew his attention to her breasts. After the way he'd been looking at her lately, what did she expect to happen? More importantly, what exactly was he expecting to happen now that he knew her secret...now that she was asking him to keep the secret? And what was she willing to do to get his cooperation?

Before the brunette had to come up with an answer to that key question, he clarified, "What I mean is, if your mom finds out I knew this and didn’t tell her, I’m in serious trouble.”

Cristy felt some of the tension in her body dissipate. She was putting him in a tough spot by asking him to stay quiet, so maybe his reaction was just his way of making her see that. Maybe he wasn't actually suggesting what she had thought he was suggesting at first. This was her stepdad after all.

But then he continued...

“I’m not sure what you think you are gonna say, or DO, to convince me to keep this to myself. I mean, it would have been something pretty impressive. What can you possibly do for me, that I would want more than being on Linda’s shit list," and that sinking feeling quickly returned. She had noticed the emphasis Gavin had put on the word DO. And if his tone wasn't enough to make what he wanted obvious, the fact he was staring intently at her tits was more than clear enough.

Cristy suddenly felt like her stepdad was undressing her with his eyes. She could see the desire on his face. She'd seen it before from other men, even from Gavin, but never quite so explicitly. There in her bedroom, with the door closed, and Cristy at his mercy, he was no longer attempting to hide what he wanted. Still, she needed to hear him say it.

"I don't know. You tell me what you want," she finally replied, almost daring him to say it out loud, though truthfully she was cringing at the possibility of what he might say. Did he want to fuck her? Jesus, did he really think she would do that just to avoid an argument with her mom? What if she offered him something else.? Something he wanted, but something she could live with?

Not wanting to give Gavin a chance to voice his true desires, the nineteen year old did the craziest thing she'd ever done. "Do you want to see them?" As she asked the question, Cristy lifted both hands up and gently cupped her breasts. "You're always looking at them. If I let you see them, will you...will you give me a week to tell Mom?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

It took several seconds for Gavin's brain to register what Cristy was saying. He was mesmerized watching her small hands cupping her massive breasts. Was this really happening?

Like an old VCR he rewound the last few seconds in his head. She had called him out, directly, on his previous leering. That wasn’t a big surprise. He had seen her, See him staring on several occasions. He had mostly stopped trying to cover it up. Who could blame him. The way she looked. The way she Dressed! She might not have even admitted it to herself before now, but deep down, part of her probably liked it when men looked at her. Part of her, he surmised, wanted him to stare. Wanted him to want her.

Now she was teasing him. Taunting.

Somewhere deep in his brain, alarm bells were going off, but they were drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. How many times had he pictured it in his head. How many times had he imagined her looking him in the eye while she slowly pulled off her clothes. Finally showing him what she had been wanting to show him for so long. His breath got heavier, and his throat dry as he still watched her hands. Wishing it were his hands, sliding the thin fabric down her shoulders to reveal what he imagined were perfect nipples.

Yes. He was sure of it now. She wanted him to see.

The thought caused the corner of his mouth to twitch up into a crooked grin. He shifted uncomfortably, and without even realizing it, reached down to shift himself, oblivious to the fact that his arousal was now clearly on display.

And then the clear offer was on the table. He searched for something clever to say. But the words would not arrange themselves in any order that made sense. In the end he only managed a slight nod and two words.
“One Week.”

 

[shelleyfaggirl]

One truly GORGEOUS! girl ~

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Cristy regretted the words the moment they came out of her mouth, and yet, she couldn't think of another way of getting what she wanted. He was always looking anyway, so why did it matter if she let him look at them? Because its not the same, dumbass! He's gonna think this means he can do more than just look, she thought. He's gonna want more.

As if in response to her thoughts, one of Gavin's hands moved down to the front of his pants and he adjusted what was now a visible bulge in his pants. Seeing his arousal so blatantly displayed in front of her, Cristy nearly changed her mind, fearing this would all spiral out of her control.

Just calm down. Calm down. Your going to flash your tits at him for a few seconds and that will be that. Then you'll have a week to figure something out. A week to fix this.

The nineteen year old knew from the moment her stepdad touched himself what his answer to her proposition was going to be, but even so, when he finally verbalized it, she felt her heart sink. Some part of her had been holding out hope that he would decline. That maybe he would offer to give her a week but insist that she didn't need to do anything in return. That 'one week' quickly put an end to that small glimmer of hope.

Realizing that she needed to put up or shut up, Cristy started to lock the door, not wanting there to be any chance her mom would walk in and find her daughter in a compromising position with her husband, but then she remembered the door wouldn't close all the way. Fuck! she thought.

Fine, just get it over with, she told herself. She considered pulling the dress over her head and exposing her breasts to Gavin, but if her mom did walk in there was definitely no way she could cover up quickly if she did that. Instead she decided to simply pull the front of the dress open to expose her chest.

With a sigh and a last exasperated look at her stepdad, Cristy slid her hands to the bodice and slowly pulled it to either side until her large, full breasts bounced free of the dress. She waited a few seconds before lifting her eyes up to Gavin's face.

"There, are you happy?" the brunette asked, fire in her eyes, even as she noticed that her nipples had started to grow hard.

 

[ManlyUsername]

As soon as he said those two words, he worried he was letting his dick drive the bus and they might be about to sail over the cliff. This could all still go wrong. Very wrong. Variations of the next few seconds began playing through his mind. Cristy throwing her arms across her chest and screaming at him for being a perv. Or turning and bolting from the room. Running straight to Linda and hurling accusations.

But she had been the one to make the actual proposition. He watched her turn to the side a moment, giving him another reminder of just how large and perky her breasts were, before turning back to face him. Her hands fiddled with her dress indecisively. Was she stalling?

No. That wasn’t it. She was drawing it out. Building anticipation. Teasing? Or Mocking? She was a little temptress, and she knew exactly what she was doing. It seemed an eternity before her dainty fingers moved to the front of her dress. The soft pink of her perfectly manicured nails, slowly disappearing as they curled under the fabric and began pulling it to the side.

The moment played out in slow motion. In reality it took only seconds, but in Gavin’s mind it seemed like it was with agonizing slowness that more and more of Cristy’s ample breasts were revealed. When her nipple momentarily clung to the retreating fabric until it pulled taut before the dark nub sprang free, he felt an aching pulse in his groin which radiated through his chest and landed as a lump in his throat.

He swallowed hard, and looked briefly to her face as he worked to regather his composure. She looked up at him with a spark in her eyes. Defiance? Mischief? Did she think she could wave her boobs in his face like some sort of treat and bend him to her whims like a lap dog. Gavin wasn’t like the teenage boys she was probably accustomed to dealing with.

"There, are you happy?" she said, obviously trying to make it sound like this was something she had been forced into and not a situation she thought she was totally in control of.

Her breasts were magnificent. They bounced slightly as she shifted, natural, soft. They were nothing like the silicon constructions Gavin was used to seeing whenever he indulged in watching porn, seeking out women with breasts of similar size. No wonder she thought she could wrap any man around her little finger.

Gavin’s voice took on a more cocky and playfully accusatory tone. “Are you?” He let his eyes slide slowly back down to her chest. “Don’t act like you’ve never thought about doing this.” He leaned slightly from side to side as he continued. His eyes moved from one prominent nipple to the other, varying the angle of his view, all subtlety of his gaze abandoned, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced. “Imagined how I would react.” he grinned at that, and caught her eyes with his once again and held them with a lustful look in his eyes. “Deep down you like it when men look at you don’t you? Makes you feel powerful when they stare? When you imagine them fantasizing about taking one of your nipples and feeling it stiffen under their fingers?” He raises a hand in the air between them, his thumb meeting the first two fingers and rubbing together in small circles.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Cristy's skin felt like it was crawling as she stood there, her breasts hanging out of her dress, her stepdad's eyes clearly moving slowly over every inch of them. The look on his face, that greasy half smirk, was bad enough but as she stood there she could definitely see that the bulge in his pants had grown larger. Much larger. Jesus, she thought, how fucking big is he? The brunette quickly abandoned that train of thought, counting herself lucky that Gavin hadn't whipped it out and started jacking off right in front of her. The way he was ogling her tits, she was almost surprised he hadn't.

If it had ended there, it would have been bad enough, but then her stepdad had to go and open his mouth. His voice was slimy than ever, and the more he talked, the more Cristy wanted to scream and demand that he get out of her room. How dare he imply that she wanted this, or that she liked it when he looked at her like that? What a fucking creep!

The teen considered a dozen different responses, some involving obscenities, most involving violence, but in the end she kept calm, realizing that he was trying to get a rise out of her. He wanted to piss her off. Or he actually thought she was some kind of slut who had just been waiting to take her clothes off for him. Regardless, the brunette refused to give him the satisfaction. She stood there for a long moment, suddenly feeling defiant. Let him look as long as he wants, she thought to herself, the fucking pervert. Her hands on her hips now, the sides of the dress peeled back far enough that she no longer needed to hold it open.

"Think what you want," she finally said, dismissively. "But, if you ever want to see these again, you'd better keep your word. Now get out before mom comes up here and finds you in my room with the door closed." There she thought, let him chew on that for awhile, having thrown out the possibility that he might get a chance to see her breasts again in the future, but only if he kept his part of the bargain.

And with that Cristy slipped her tits back into her dress and turned to hold the door open for Gavin. "One week," she reminded him.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Again Gavin didn’t get what he expected. What he wanted. Oh, he got one hell of a show. Jesus. How many times had he fantasized about seeing those tits. And they were every bit as perfect as he imagined. But he hadn’t gotten the reaction he was hoping for.

He had hoped for more. Had hoped to hear her confess how she enjoyed his attention. How she liked knowing that looking at her made him excited. He would have settled for even a hint in her eyes that she shared some of his same desires, even if she might never act on them. Instead she just looked defiant. But he had caught her stealing a glance at the bulge in his pants. That was one area Gavin was not self conscious about. He knew he was well above average.

"Think what you want," she finally said, dismissively. "But, if you ever want to see these again, you'd better keep your word.”

She said it as if she was closing the matter, but he did not miss that she had left the door open. He reached down to ‘casually’ adjust himself again. Except this time he did not simply hook his fingers underneath and give a quick tug. Instead he gripped himself fully, and with a twist, straightened what was becoming an uncomfortable bend. Let her get a good sense of his girth as well as his length, which conveniently increased slightly as well now that it had been freed from it’s impediment.

"One week" she repeated, standing at the door, dismissing him. Gavin began to leave, but stopped in the doorway, inappropriately close, forcing her to look up at him.

“One week” He nodded in agreement. “And I hope you learned something here. I imagine that was pretty embarrassing. Standing there, exposed. And I apologize for being blunt, but you need to learn you can’t always skate through life trusting to the fact that you’ll always be able to get what you want from some guy who want’s to fuck you. Some day, just flashing your tits might not be enough. And what are you gonna do then?”

Without waiting for an answer, Gavin headed downstairs to see what Linda was up to. He needed to go find another excuse to get cuddly. Maybe offer to rub her feet. Some small gesture that would help to prime the pump for later tonight.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Cristy spent the rest of the day sequestered in her bedroom, determined not to spend any more time with Gavin than absolutely necessary. She alternated between playing the entire encounter over again in her head and doing her best to forget it had ever happened. More often than not, the former won out, images of that slimy sneer on her stepdad's face leering at her from across the room, the image of him touching himself and the lewd bulge in his pants, the bulge that she was responsible for, the memory of his eyes taking in the sight of her bare breasts as she held the front of her dress open, the feel of her nipples swelling and growing stiff. And the things he had said, those echoed in her mind like a sick soundtrack to the images.

She had begged off when her mom invited her down to dinner, saying she wasn't feeling well. A couple of hours after that, when the house had quieted and the hunger in her stomach had grown stronger than her embarrassment, the brunette ventured out of her room and slowly padded barefoot downstairs to the kitchen.

Cristy was still wearing the same dress, and as she entered the kitchen she found herself regretting that decision. Not because there was anyone in the kitchen, but just because it reminded her of what she had done. Trying to force those events from her mind, the nineteen year old opened the fridge and found some cheese and fruit. After making a small plate and quickly consuming it, Cristy felt better. At least a little. So good in fact, that she decided she might as well get it over with and just tell her mom what she had decided about college.

Taking a deep breath, the brunette placed her now empty plate in the dishwasher and peaked into the living room to see if her mom was watching TV. Nope. No sign of her or Gavin. Cristy made her way toward the sliding glass door that led out to the pool, but pulled up short when she saw that both Gavin and her mother were on the patio. More importantly it was what they were doing that caused Cristy to stop so suddenly.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Gavin left Cristy's room absolutely abuzz. There was the undercurrent of pure primal arousal of course. He had seen up close what he had only fantasized about seeing. The perfect expression of the youthful female form. On display, and freely offered. The fact that their relation, by law if not by blood, made it a taboo only served to make it more exciting.

Then there was the buzz of danger. The fear of discovery. The knowledge that, should Linda ever find out, his near perfect life could be turned upside down. Neither Cristy nor he dared ever reveal their shared secret.

But most of all, there was the promise of possibility. He had breached her defenses once. He could no doubt do it again. How much easier would it become each time? How much further might he be able to go?

But for now. For tonight. Gavin was on a mission. And the target of that mission was Linda. Christy had him in a flustered state on a level he had not experienced in years, and Gavin needed relief, bad.

Gavin found Linda in the kitchen and met her with the 'Dad' kiss. Similar to Linda's 'Mom' kiss, it was meant to show love not lust. The difference being, in Gavin's case, it was almost always the first salvo in the patient pursuit of sex.

Some time was spent watching TV, where Gavin lovingly massaged Linda's feet in her fuzzy pink socks, while he pretended to be interested in hearing about her day. When it came time for dinner, he was quick to offer help. Always looking for opportunities. A gentle hand on the small of her back when he passed behind her. The inadvertent pressing of his body when he conveniently needed to reach in the cupboard above her. And when Cristy declined to join them for dinner, it was Gavin that replaced the pitcher of iced tea with a bottle of wine.

Linda was shooed to relax on the patio by the pool while Gavin cleaned up after dinner. Once finished, he brought Linda her third glass of wine as she stood watching the light from the setting sun reflected off the pool. She gave him a raised eyebrow as he handed her the glass and wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk." She said with playful suspicion.

"Drunk? Would I do that?" He said as he squeezed her a little harder and pressed his whole body against hers. "No. Not drunk. Just tipsy enough to make out with me out here on the patio." This earned him a giggle and he rested his chin on her shoulder as he let his hands play across her stomach. She leaned her head into his and laid her free hand on one of his.

He almost had her. All he had to do was be patient. He intertwined her fingers in his while his other hand continued it’s seemingly random stroking. Careful never to journey too far afield of innocent affection.

It was killing him.

As Linda was watching the darkening night sky, Gavin closed his eyes, and it was Cristy in his arms. Almost spilling out of that flimsy sundress as he kissed her neck. In his mind he could hear the soft sounds of her giving in to her arousal. Feel her taking his hand and sliding it beneath her plunging neckline, begging him to play with her breasts.

Linda turned in his arms and scolded him, albeit quietly and without conviction. "Gavin! Control yourself." Despite her protest, he could see the twinkle in her eye. “You’re grinding up against me like some sort of horny teenager.” Gavin chastised himself for losing focus, but it seemed there’d been little harm done.

“That’s because you make me feel like a horny teenager.”, Gavin said hungrily as he put his lips to her neck.

Linda gave a receptive sigh as she wrapped a hand around his neck. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”, she whispered huskily in his ear.

Gavin let his hands slide down to caress her ass and pulled her into him. He pushed his hips forward, letting her feel the advanced state of his arousal as he purred back, “I’d rather take you right here.” Linda’s eyes went wide, though he wasn’t sure if it was shock or excitement. Hoping it was the latter, he kissed her deeply on the lips before she could protest further, and much to his satisfaction, soon they were like two highschoolers under the bleachers. Linda’s reluctant acceptance gave way to willing participation and eventual aggression as she became the one pawing at this man who seemed to want her so badly.

Linda took her mouth from his and looked him in the eyes. “So what’s gotten into you?” she asked in a sultry voice. Gavin wanted to shy away from the look, fearing she would somehow see his awful secret somewhere deep within his eyes. Then Linda reached a hand between them, ran her hand down his entire length, and gripped it firmly at the base. Gavin groaned in response and was glad for the excuse to close his eyes. “Jesus.” her voice was breathy. “You’re hard as a rock already.”

Linda bit her lower lip and looked around frantically for a moment. The string of tiny decorative lights gave just enough light for him to see she was blushing. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” she said quietly to herself, then gave Gavin one last peck on the lips before slowly dropping to her knees and working to free him from his pants.

Gavin allowed himself to be lost in the experience for a while, but Linda’s efforts were rapidly becoming too much. Normally he had good self control, but every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Cristy in Linda’s place and the thought would almost drive him over the edge. He needed to focus elsewhere.

He looked to his right, letting his eyes randomly scan the yard. He needed to skim the pool for leaves. That’s it, focus on anything else. He gritted his teeth as another surge of pleasure hit him. He looked to his left back at the house and he almost missed it. There, bathed in the soft glow of the night lights Linda had scattered about the kitchen, was Cristy. Watching as Linda took him into her mouth.

Twisting his hips slightly, he made sure she had a good view before, and the thought of Cristy watching gave him an incredible rush. He gave Cristy a sly grin, his excitement surging, as he laid a hand on the back of Linda’s head and urged her to take him deeper.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

To Cristy's horror, Gavin was standing near the patio table with Linda, Cristy's mom, on her knees in front of him. It would have been obvious what she was doing even if the brunette couldn't see her stepdad's cock sliding in and out of her mom's mouth, but as luck would have it, at the angle they were at, with the patio lights brighter than the interior lights, she could see every single detail. Every detail would forever be burned into her brain, the teenager thought as she lifted a hand to her own mouth as if to muffle the audible gasp that issued forth.

She wanted to shout, no mom! She wanted to run to her room and shut the door and never come out. She wanted a shower. A dozen showers. Cristy did none of those things. Paralyzed by the sight of her mother and her stepdad, the brunette stood perfectly still, her eyes taking it in. Gavin's cock, which was even bigger than the bulge in his pants earlier had suggested, looked so hard she almost couldn't look away. His testicles hung free from his pants and Cristy's mom was softly kneading them with one hand.

When the brunette finally pulled her gaze from the sight of her stepdad's dick moving deeper into her mom's mouth, she was shocked to see that Gavin was looking directly at her. Somewhere in the back of her head she'd assumed they wouldn't be able to see her, but he could. She was sure of it. He was looking directly at her, and then as if to make sure she knew he saw her, Gavin smiled. That same smile he was always giving her. The same smile he'd given her in her room earlier when he had been staring at her tits.

And still Cristy was frozen in place. Even as her stepdad moved a hand to the back of her mom's head, pushing his cock deeper. Some part of her felt like she had to stay and watch. It was like seeing a car wreck. She had to see it all. But if she did, her mom might see her. If she did, Gavin would eat it up. He would assume it was because Cristy wanted him or that she was some kind of pervert like he was. No, she couldn't keep watching, so after giving her stepdad two firm middle fingers, the brunette turned and walked away.

And then with the strange magic of the moment broken, Cristy finally did run to her room and shut the door, determined never to come out again if she could help it.

 

[ManlyUsername]

And still she stared. He had looked in her eyes. Seen them widen when he gave her a knowing smile. How long had she been watching. That thought, when he first noticed her, had added an extra edge to the warm caress of Linda’s mouth and his stomach muscles had tightened.

One of the many benefits of an older woman. They knew their way around a dick. None of the time wasted slapping themselves with the tip. None of the incessant head bobbing on nothing but the first few inches, or open mouthed gagging. Instead there was no hurry as she took him in. Consumed him in long slow strokes.

Gavin was already having a much harder time maintaining his composure than usual. But when he smiled at Cristy, and she didn’t immediately turn away, it sent a jolt of energy through him that had him throbbing. Cristy watched as he pushed his throbbing cock, deeper, and deeper, into her mother’s throat. And she didn’t immediately turn away.

Let her get a good look. Let her imagine what it would be like if it were her lips wrapped around him.

Oh Jesus.

Gavin just sees Cristy’s defiant gesture before turning back to Linda in a bit of a panic. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”

Linda’s eyes darted left and right, no doubt thinking she couldn’t just let Gavin spray his seed all over the patio. She decided to let him fall out of her mouth and held the tip of his cock to her chest, letting him soil her previously pristine tank top with a growl.

“Well” she said quietly. “That was awfully quick. Somebody seems to be awfully wound up by the thought of getting caught I guess.” Once standing she poked him in the chest. “Well don’t think you’re getting by with a freebie. It’s my turn now and when I get mine, it’s going to be in a nice soft bed.” and taking his hand led him back into the house and upstairs.


The next morning, Linda insisted Cristy come down for breakfast. Gavin could not help his amusement at his stepdaughter’s obvious discomfort. He almost made a game out of thwarting her attempts to avoid meeting his gaze. When it came time to clear the dishes Gavin waited till Linda took them into the kitchen to step quickly behind Cristy’s chair and lean in close enough to whisper in her ear. “Did you get a good look? I’m wondering if this makes us even.” And just as quickly Gavin stepped away. “Just teasing kiddo.” and then with a wink. “Six days!”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

Six days. Six days quickly became five and then four, and every time that Cristy tried to work up the nerve to go talk to her mom about school she either chickened out or magically her stepdad turned up, leering at her or making snide comments. She could barely look at her mom after seeing her going down on Gavin, but there was definitely no way she was going to try to have the conversation with her while he was there.

Then four days became three and then two and before the brunette knew it, the last day was upon her. Her stepdad had only agreed to give her one week, which meant she was out of time. Mustering all of the courage she could, Cristy called her mom and asked her if the two of them could get dinner after her mom got off work, just the two of them. That was when her mom explained that she was going to be going out of town for two days for business. A last minute thing, she said.

Cristy was devastated. If her mom wasn't coming home, that meant she wouldn't be able to speak to her until after she returned, which would be after her deadline. The brunette considered having the conversation over the phone, but she knew that wouldn't go well, especially with her mom still at work.

When she emerged from her bedroom, fifteen minutes later, Cristy wasn't wearing the baggy sweats and oversized shirt she'd been wearing most of the morning. No, she was wearing a pair of beige shorts that left the bottom part of her ass cheeks hanging out, and a white sweater that zipped up in the front. As she started down the stairs, determined to convince her stepdad to give her a few more days, she slowly unzipped the front of the sweater until her breasts were practically on the verge of busting out.

The teenager found Gavin sitting in his favorite chair watching TV. Trying her best not to seem nervous, Cristy sat down on the couch, her body turned toward her stepdad, though she wasn't making eye contact with him. Feeling a mixture of apprehension, shame and disgust at what she was about to do, the brunette didn't want to see what she assumed would be a self satisfied expression on his face, plus, by not looking at him she was practically inviting Gavin to take a nice long look at her chest.

"Hey, I just talked to mom and she mentioned her trip..." Cristy began, trying to sound casual. "I was going to talk to her about college tonight, but I guess I'll have to wait until she gets back...if that's alright?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

Today was the day. Gavin had gone to bed the night before with a sense of anticipation like a kid the night before Christmas. The stars could not have aligned more perfectly, with Linda being called out of town at the last minute. He wasn’t really sure what he was expecting exactly. Would Cristy simply decide the game had gone far enough and refuse? What could he do then? Virtually nothing. But he had never imagined the scenario that played out seven days ago, so who knew what possibilities today held. Like the cat who has caught the canary, the grin on Gavin’s face could not be erased all day.

He had made no secret that he was counting the days. Cristy grew consistently more annoyed with each jab as the count down dwindled. But she had also chosen not to deal with the situation. Perhaps she had decided she would rather deal with Gavin than with her mother.

He considered several approaches. Did he confront her in her room again? Call her down for a ‘serious talk’? In the end he opted to bide his time. See if, as he expected, she would eventually come to him. A few minor preparations, and he settled into his favorite chair, a baseball game playing on the TV, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to it.

Instead he fantasized about Christy coming to him desperately begging him not to tell Linda about her lie. Quickly switching from pitiful to sexy, knowing how to buy his silence. Climbing into his lap and pushing her tits into his face.

The soft sound of footsteps brought him back to the present. Cristy, barefoot, padded quietly over to the couch and sat. Making a point to stare at the TV. Gavin leered. She did her best to act casual. But the tiny shorts, the tight sweater, with her breasts virtually spilling out. The sight made Gavin’s mouth water. More importantly, Cristy had come to negotiate.

“...if that’s alright?” Cristy finished her opening gambit. Testing the waters, if for no other reason than to give the impression she was trying to see if Gavin would just forget the whole thing. But was that really what she wanted? Dressed like that? Gavin didn’t think so. Crossing the room to the liquor cabinet he acted as if he was confused by the question.

“Well, yeah. Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?” Opening the cabinet he retrieved two glasses, added ice from the curiously full ice bucket, and filled each half full with Diet Coke from a can which was very much out of place amongst the bottles of hard liquor. He then added a generous portion of rum to both glasses, taking a sip as he walked over to the couch and extended a drink to Cristy.

“What? Did you really think I was going to be a dick about that whole deadline thing? I know I can be an ass sometimes but I’m a reasonable guy.” Despite his best efforts, there was a sinister shadow lurking just below the surface of his casual smile. “Your mom’s not here so, just relax, have a drink with me, and when you're finished, we can talk about buying you another week.”

All semblance of the casual smile gave way to the barely contained leer Gavin had been holding back and he subconsciously licked his lips. “This time, I want to touch them.”

 

[w0ndergirl4]

“Well, yeah. Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?” Gavin responded as he crossed the room and began to pour himself a drink.

Cristy let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding, the tension leaving her momentarily. Of course he understood. It wasn't her fault her mom was going out of town. She'd obviously gotten herself all worked up for no reason, she thought just before her stepdad moved back around in front of her and offered a glass of whatever alcoholic drink he had just made for himself.

That was the brunette's first clue that perhaps he wasn't going to be as understanding as he was trying to make it seem. He had never offered her alcohol before and was regularly telling her that she shouldn't accept drinks from strangers or drink at parties. The second clue was the way his eyes strayed from her face down to her cleavage and lingered there just a little too long. Cristy took the glass but made no attempt to drink any of the contents, holding it over her lap as he continued.

“Your mom’s not here so, just relax, have a drink with me, and when you're finished, we can talk about buying you another week.”

...buying you another week?

What did that mean, exactly? Before the teenager could puzzle out the answer to that question, Gavin supplied one for her, his customary sneer prominently on display as he said, "This time, I want to touch them.”

Almost reflexively, Cristy brought her free hand up to cover her breasts, "Are you fucking serious? No. No fucking way, you are not gonna touch me with your disgusting hands."

Or at least that was what the brunette thought. What she said, after a long pause, was, "No, but if you give me until mom gets back, I'll let you see them again...I'll even touch them if you want...I'll play with them while you watch..."

Cristy wanted to throw up at the thought of Gavin leering at her while she played with her own tits, but it was definitely better than letting him actually touch her, and better than the alternative of her stepdad telling her mom her secret before she could talk to her herself. He'd already seen her tits anyway, right?

 

[ManlyUsername]

Gavin’s expression changed little while Cristy chastised him for such a ‘disgusting’ proposal. He’d expected her to protest..verbally at least. Her quick counter offer belied what he had already expected. She was not nearly as disgusted as she put on. That sweater. Good god that sweater. She had come to play and this was just all part of her maintaining the fantasy that she was still in control.

In a way this was even better. Let her stay in control. Let her call the shots. Better to take things slow. She would eventually be back for more.

He put on a thoughtful expression that did little to hide the shit eating grin beneath. “Hmm? Okay, okay, Interesting counter offer.” He began slowly walking back to his recliner. “But you’re not gettin' by with some two second tittie flash. You have to take your time. Make a good show of it.”

He sat in the recliner, moving it back to its upright position and leaning slightly forward. Took another sip of his drink. “I get a front row seat,” the grin widened and he pointed at the floor in front of his chair, where there was only a few feet between the recliner and the coffee table. “And you’re done, when I say you're done.” With that, he sank back into his chair with a self-satisfied look, and took another sip of his rum and coke.

 

[w0ndergirl4]

...make a good show of it...

Gavin's words kept echoing through Cristy's head as she rose from the couch to stand in the center of the room. She looked down at him as he settled into his recliner, disgusted by his self satisfied demeanor, but resigned to the fact that this was her only viable wait out of the mess she had created for herself.

...make a good show of it...

"Five minutes, no more," the brunette said as she slowly pulled the zipper on her sweater down, letting her breasts emerge. Once the zipper was undone, Cristy peeled the sweater completely off and dropped it on the couch, her breasts now on full display for her stepdad.

...make a good show of it...

Her face betraying the disgust she felt, the teen stepped over to the appointed spot and slowly sank down to her knees in front of the recliner. She had no idea what to do. She'd only vaguely had a concept of what she intended when she suggested that she play with her tits while he watched, and now that it was time for the "show" to begin, she realized that vague idea was even vaguer now than before.

She lifter her hands up to her breasts and cupped them tentatively, lifting her heavy, round tits up and then let them fall back, jiggling against her chest. Okay, so far so good, she thought. Then she tweaked her nipples with her fingers, pulling on them slightly as they began to stiffen between her fingers. God, I can't believe I'm doing this, Cristy thought to herself as she began to fondle her breasts while her stepdad watched, realizing just how long five minutes actually was.

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Five minutes, no more,"

Gavin nodded his head in silent acceptance. Let her keep thinking she was in control.

“Oh fuck.” He could not help the quiet exclamation as once again Cristy’s incredible chest was bared to him. Now in nothing but the tiny shorts, he was even more struck by her firm body and he suddenly wondered if he regretted not holding out for permission to touch her. God he wanted to touch her. But this was better. This had potential. This was part of the long game.


When Cristy kneels Gavin’s grin widens. “Oh, nice touch sweetie.” He opens his legs wide, making sure he has an unobstructed view of her entire body, but the lewdness of the gesture was not lost on him. Her face was screwed up into a scowl of distaste, but she dutifully lifted her tits, setting them bouncing. Then she pulled on her nipples. Those perfect nipples, that Gavin wanted so badly to wrap his lips around. Were her nipples getting hard, he wondered? She seemed intent on not enjoying it, but Gavin had been assured a good show, and a good performer always loves what they’re doing.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying this kiddo. It’s no wonder. Surely you don't like it when a man just jumps straight to pulling on your nipples do you. You need to start slow.” Gavin drags his hand slowly down his chest in demonstration. “You need to start with just the fingertips. Brush them down the center of your chest. Let them trail across the bottom of your breasts. The sides. Just barely tickling. You want to take your time. You want those nipples nice and hard before you even touch them. It feels much better then. You'll see.”