Too Tight Tent

Over the last 8 years I have watched my step-daughter Amanda, grow from a chubby child, into a beautiful 17 years old young lady. I am 45 and my wife, is 35. My wife, Audry, is a beautiful lady and I love her very much. She had Amanda at 18 and divorced at 22. We dated for 8 years before we married. We were both coming out of ugly divorces and wanted to take our time. During that time, I became very close to Amanda. Her father was an angry, bitter son of a bitch. He complained to Amanda about how life had dealt him a raw hand and what a bitch her mother was. This only made Amanda closer to us. She would sit on the couch with me, put her arms around me and hold me like a child would hold her real father. Amanda would tell me about how she wished she could come and live with her mom and I full time and never have see her dad again.

Amada was a tiny girl. She only weighed 105 ponds, soaking wet. She had long blond hair and took care of herself very well. She had bright green eyes and a model’s smile. Her titties we small but perfect in every way. Her mother taught her about ” girl” stuff as she grew. It was important to her to do her nails and hair and dress like a “women” all the time. I watched her develop and saw the baby fat come off at about 14. She had a unbelieveable ass and knew it. I enjoyed looking at her as she would lounge around the house in the summer. She would wear tank tops and shorts most of the time and didn’t seem to be afraid to show off what she had, at least to me. We would flurt a bit but nothing too obvious. I would tell her that she looked so good that if I was 20 years younger, her mother would have a problem. From time to time I would be very frank about what people might say if she were to go to the wrong place wearing some of her reveling outfits. For the most part she was very mature about those conversations and seemed to understand.

Our favorite summer activity was boating. We would spend every possible moment on the lake, soaking up the sun and cruising around with friends. One long holiday, I ask Amanda if she wanted to bring some friends to the lake for the weekend. We would be camping, boating, skiing and basically enjoying life. Her girlfriends had been coming with us to the lake for many years and I knew these girls very well. I had been noticing how these girls had started to get “hot” over the last few summers and enjoyed having them on the boat . They would strip down to thier little bikinis and lay around in the sun, swim and play in the water. Being the only guy around, I felt like a king with a little harem.

One of my favorite “views” was when the girls would lay on the sundeck of the boat and cover their faces from the sun with a towel. They would rub oil on thier bodies and then lay out and bake. When they did this, the hip bones would push up the waste of their swim suits a little bit. o I would get a little view running over their tits, down thier stomachs, along those little fine stomach hairs that lead to those teenage mounds, just under thier nylon suits.