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I stopped and took a breath, my fingers gently curled under the elastic waistband of her sheer boy-short cut panties. Trying not just to merely remember, but to burn this into my brain in case it never happened again. I was also trying to figure out how it had come to this in only a few days. I was laying on a bed, between the perfect legs of a perfect girl, not quite sixteen years old, removing the last of her clothes…..

Rachel was a wonderful woman in every way, our sex was always interesting and adventurous, and her sense of humor was like no woman I have ever met. We had dated for almost six months before I was introduced to Amy, her daughter from her previous marriage. She was not at all like I had imagined her to be, Rachel had warned me Amy was shy, kind of quiet and enjoyed books more than people. I had visions of some skinny, pimply faced kid that I would have nothing in common with. Instead, the girl I was introduced to was drop-dead gorgeous, with her mother’s looks and sense of humor, but with twenty years removed. We bonded over music and movies more than her mom and I ever did, to the point Rachel started making little jokes about our relationship being less than proper. If I had to guess, I think she might have been a little jealous that I got along with Amy so much better than she did. Being a teen, her and her mother tended to fight like cats and dogs. She was perfect, but to be clear, I honestly never thought of her in anything other than a “fatherly” way until I came home unexpectedly early from work one day and found her in an embarrassing position. Embarrassing for her and for me.

It was a Friday, about two weeks ago. A beautiful day, so rare in my part of the state, and at about 3:00 my boss came into the shop and declared it “beer-thirty” and everyone needed to get the hell out. Not one to waste time, I dropped my tools in my toolbox and got the hell out. Driving home, I was thinking about a nice afternoon hanging out in my backyard in the shade or maybe spending the next two hours jerking off on the Internet. I pulled up to the house and walked in the front door just after 3:30 thinking the house would be empty and startled Amy as she came down the stairs three feet in front of my face.

She was wearing a pale yellow tank top a size too small for her and instead of the plain jeans she had had on this morning, she was wearing tiny little white panties that barely covered her pubic mound. They had a little tiny flower right in the center of the band that drew the eye right in. My eyes were drawn, alright, she looked amazing! Her skin was naturally tan from the spring sun, and perfectly smooth the way only teenage girl skin can be. I must have stared too long because she noticed I was looking at her, and not at her face. She had stopped in her tracks and yelped in surprise when I flung the door open, but after five seconds of me staring directly at her crotch in front of my face she spoke up.

“Stare hard, retard” she said with a smile.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-” was my oh-so-eloquent reply.

“I know, me either, let me go get dressed” she said and turned to run up the stairs. I couldn’t help myself, I had to see her from behind. Her cheeks jiggled in those tiny panties just a little bit as she ran up to her room, and my dick instantly became hard as I thought about what a guy could do with an ass like that. I decided I needed several beers to get these sudden thoughts out of my head about a girl that would soon enough be my step-daughter.

I grabbed a few beers and walked out into the back yard hoping she didn’t notice the lust in my eyes when I had looked at her just then, and trying to figure out what to say to her mom if accusations started flying. I figured Amy’s attitude over the next hour or so before Rachel came home would clue me in as to what my future would look like.