Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

Or did it? He stared at that ripe young figure once more. Her tits and ass seemed ready to burst through the tight material of her halter and jeans. And he wished they would. He wished she would be standing there in front of him with the tits hanging right out in his face, with the ass cheeks on display for him to kiss and bite and lick.

He shuddered from a wave of lust that went through him. He looked down at his pants and gulped, seeing that he had grown a hard-on and it was throbbing noticeably.

He wondered if the girl could see it, and if she could, what she would think of it. Would it register in her mind that he was lusting for her? He hoped not. But then again, if she saw it, and realized what it meant, and maybe had the same feelings, then… no, he knew that it was stupid to speculate like that. It would only lead to trouble.

Friends. That's what they should be, just friends. They would have a warm, loving relationship. He might one day be like a real father to her, in fact.

Oh, bullshit, he thought to himself as he gazed again at her voluptuous teenaged form.

She glanced at him thoughtfully again, chewed on one lip, and then nodded her head.

"Okay, George, let me show you what I got… oh, I guess I'll show you what I bought to wear this summer. Yeah, gosh that will be fun. You can tell me what you think of it. I thought it was really great and maybe you will, too."

"Um, yeah, maybe." George said, wondering what it might be that she was going to show him.

She put her packages down on the chair nearby. She pulled one out of the pile and took it apart. She lifted up what looked like two black rags. George saw that they were the bra and panties of a bikini.

There was not much material there, and his pulse rate immediately increased at the thought of seeing her in such a revealing outfit. But he was underestimating his treat. She was about to let him see her attired in even less than the skimpy black bathing suit.

She smiled at him and put her hands on the clasp of her pink jeans. She opened them and dragged the zipper down. Light blue panties were revealed underneath. She kicked off her shoes and then began to peel down the skintight jeans.

George held his breath as the jeans moved down along her creamy thighs. She pulled them off and tossed them on a chair. She stood there for a moment in her halter and panties, glancing at him and smiling strangely. But George was to enthralled by the unexpected sight of the gorgeous girl in her tight blue panties to notice any trace of slyness on her lips. He licked his own and watched the crotch of those panties, taking in every detail of the plump curve of her mound, the gentle puffiness of her bush beneath that smooth nylon. He gulped and his nostrils flared violently. He didn't blink for long moments at a time.

But this was only the beginning. The hint of pussy he was seeing in the plump juncture of her legs at the crotch of her panties was soon replaced by the real thing in living, breathing color. This was not going to be any half-assed strip, but total and uninhabited.

The girl couldn't hold back a giggle as she removed her halter-top. She took a deep breath as she moved it away from her tits, letting the wide, round, plump mounds of flesh rise and fall. They swelled to left and right. She looked down at them at the saucer-like roseates and the nipples. The scarlet nipples that were taut and pointy like two stiffened fingers. They were beautiful breasts.

"God," George muttered. He licked his lips and felt sweat beading on his brow as he took in the glorious sight. His wife, her mother, had tits about the same size, but these were creamier, more buoyant. Gorgeous.

And she wasn't through, of course. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her blue panties and slowly dragged them down off her hips. She uncovered a fluffy blonde bush. George's eyes began to water. Inch after inch of golden hair was revealed and then the cleft of her cunt itself. She dragged the panties down along her thighs and slid them off her feet. She stood with legs parted, which let him see more clearly the taut tops of her cunt lips. She glanced at him to make sure he was watching her closely. She held the panties by her fingertips and turfed to the chair to place them with her jeans, letting him have a good look at her firm, wide round ass in the process. George was too enthralled by the spectacle to question whether it was an accident or on purpose how the girl dropped the panties on the floor before she could place them on the chair and thus had to bend way over to pick them up, her ass facing her stepfather. As she bent over, her cheeks spread far apart and she revealed her hairy cunt, the pink meat and the blond curls, and her bright red, puckered asshole. She paused when she reached the panties and looked back between her legs gazing straight back at her stepfather who was staring into her gaping pink cunt and pouting anus.

George didn't see her looking at him for a moment. Then their eyes met. He was taken aback. His heart seemed to have floated up to the back of his mouth. He shuddered and coughed. They stared at each other. She looked back boldly, her tongue lightly touching her upper lip.

Then she slid a hand up along her left thigh, grazing the creamy smooth flesh and reaching up to her pussy, touching the golden hairs and then the gleaming pink meat.

She murmured softly and sighed. "Gosh, I got so, uh, sweaty, wearing those tight jeans all morning."

"Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ," he moaned as he watched her. It was a fantasy come to life. He stared hard into that gleaming cunt and the winking cyclopean eye of her asshole. And he stared at the surrounding blonde hairs, the golden fleece that outlined the incredible pink meat within.

Cindy's middle finger slid into her pussy hole. She pushed in slowly but inexorably. She let her juices drool around the finger before she slowly drew it out again.

"Mmmm… gosh," she giggled. "I lost track of what I was doing, I guess." She tossed the panties onto the chair and straightened up again. She looked back at him over her shoulder. He was staring at the ripe roundness of her ass. She grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing her red, round asshole and the edges of her drooling cunt. George stared and licked his lips. God, what a sight, he was thinking through his clouded brain. He blinked only intermittently… He didn't want to miss a moment of this incredible, unexpected event. There she was, the girl of his fantasies ever since he had become involved with this family. Every time she had bounced by him, with her big tits moving around inside her blouse, he had lusted for her. And after a while, figuring that it could only be a fantasy, he had left it at that, not wanting to pursue anything that would lead to trouble. It would have to be enough to just think about that hot blond teenager while he was fucking her mother. But now he was going to have more than that. Look at that cunt, he thought. And she's wet, her cunt is sopping wet, you can see the drool on it, dripping off the damned lips. And she was winking her asshole at him at the same time. And then touching herself, dipping her finger into her quivering pussy hole.

"Let me show you how the bathing suit looks now, George," she said to him, acting for all the world like nothing special was going on, like she hadn't made him feel like he was suddenly in the middle of a fucking earthquake.

George realized that he was in a tricky situation. He still had to hold back and watch what was happening. He couldn't take any drastic action. It might be a trick, or just a loosening up on her part that wasn't supposed to be taken too seriously. He wanted to rush over there and jam his prick right up her cunt hole, but it was too soon. He had to see just what precisely the girl had in mind.