My Stepdaughter the Tease

*This story is a continuation, for full context please read part one*

It's been days since Gabby left her panties for me in the bathroom and neither of us have spoken about it. She knows I took them, and I think she likes it. I've smelled them every chance I've gotten, desperate to have her pussy against my face like that.

Marie has been off work for a holiday weekend and Gabby hasn't had much of a chance to tease me with her mom around. I need it. All I can think about is Gabby right now. It's like she cast some kind of spell on me.

"Have you both done all your Christmas shopping yet?" Marie asks over breakfast.

"Not yet. I need to run to the mall in the next couple days," I say with a shrug. Gabby perks up and leans closer to me.

"Mind if I tag along?" she asks, flashing me her puppy dog smile. I can't say no even though being alone with her might be dangerous. What reason would I have?

How do I explain to my wife I don't want to drive with her daughter because I came in her panties and she knows about it?

"Sure. Wanna head out this afternoon? The sooner we get it done the better," I say. I sip my coffee to hide the nerves I'm already feeling.

"What are you getting, Gabs?" Marie asks.

Gabby shrugs and things for a minute. "I still need a gift for you and David and maybe some new clothes for next semester."

They chat back and forth about outfits Gabby should buy while I think of ways to attempt to get out of this. I can't risk something happening with Gabby now. She's so damn sexy and I want nothing more than to taste her sweet little pussy, to feel it wrapped around my cock, but I shouldn't.

Despite a lack of a sex life, I love Marie.

No matter how hard I try, I can't come up with a reason for Gabby and I not to go to the mall. When the time comes, she's ready in a pair of tight leggings and snug fitting t-shirt. It might be almost Christmas, but the California heat doesn't care about that.

We drive to the mall without talking about anything substantial. We mostly listen to the radio and she tells me about new music she likes and I explain why the classics are better.

Once we're inside, it's busy. Hundreds of people are roaming from store to store trying to snag last minute gifts before Christmas on Monday. Gabby and I stroll through the halls together eyeing the stores. We stop at a jewelry store and she helps me pick out a bracelet for her mom and even hints that there's one she'd like, I tell her I'm not getting it even though I plan to come back for it without her.

She scours different young adult clothing stores for outfits and I wait idly while she tries clothes on. We get to the dressing room of one store and I take a seat in the chairs provided, thankful to be able to sit down for the first time in hours.

Gabby opens the dressing room door and strides out in a tiny blue dress with a deep v cut out, covered in sparkles. "What do you think about this for the new years party?"

She watches me with a grin as my eyes fall to her perfect breasts that seem to be hanging freely in the center of the dress, with cleavage so incredible it could sit alongside the definition in a dictionary. When she notices me staring, she does a slow twirl, letting me take in all of her curves as she runs her hands along the fabric that fits her like a glove.

"It's incredible," I say before I can stop myself.

She smiles at me before walking back to the dressing room to change back. After a few minutes, she peaks her head out and waves me down. "The zipper is stuck."

"Should I get an attendant?" I ask, knowing this isn't going to be good for me.

Gabby shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "It'll just take a second." She gestures for me to join her, leaving the curtain open.

I look around nervously to see if anyone is watching and thankfully they are not. I would love to slip her out of this dress and spear her on my cock right now, but that can't happen. Being so close to her with so little clothes feels suffocating.

I close the curtain behind me and Gabby turns around, pulling her hair away from the zipper. Without saying anything, I start to undo it, quickly realizing it's not stuck at all. I start to wonder why she'd lie about it, but I know why. It's the same reason she left her panties in the bathroom for me.

She's just a little tease.

The fabric loosens enough that it starts to fall down her body by the time I'm done unzipping it. I see her back on full display, lean and thin with toned muscles from cheerleading. When the zipper is done, she turns around with a grin and moves her hands from the front of the dress to hold it up.

The dress slips from her body and falls to the ground. Her hands cover her breasts before I can see them and all she's wearing is a lacey thong. My throat goes dry and all the blood in my head rushes to my cock again. Gabby looks down at me with a smile, noticing the bulge at the front of my pants.

"Thanks a lot, daddy," she whispers.

Hearing her call me that sends a chill through me that nearly makes my knees buckle. I want to hear her say it again and again, crying it out as my cock thrusts in and out of her.

"Only one person per stall," an attendant calls through the curtain and I'm immediately ripped back to reality. I'm no longer a man standing in front of the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on. I'm a stepfather, thinking deeply inappropriate things about his stepdaughter.

"Sorry, he was just helping with a stuck zipper!" Gabby says through the curtain. I nod and walk out as briskly as I can.

When she's done and checked out, I'm ready to head home. But she wants to stop at Spencer's before leaving. I need to get home and shower ASAP, but I concede to going in.

I follow her through the aisles and laugh with her as she points out stupid t-shirts and gag gifts. Eventually we come to a wall with socks and underwear and I don't think much of it at first. They're mostly boxers with pop culture designs and funny sayings, then Gabby gasps and grabs a pair to show me.

It's a pair of cheeky white hipster panties with the words "Daddy's Little Slut" written in orange on the back.

"Aren't these cute?" Gabby laughs, flashing me a knowing smile. "You think I should get them, daddy?"

It's suggestive, and all the subtlety is gone now. She knows that I know she's teasing me on purpose. Both of us like this a little too much to quit now. All I can do is picture her wearing them under that blue dress, so I nod my head.

She walks to the checkout and pays for the panties while I wait outside. When she's done, we head back to the car and drive in silence for a few minutes.

"Can I ask why you called me daddy in there?" I ask when we're at a red light.

Gabby turns to me with a warm smile and a shrug. "I guess I feel like we've been getting closer. It felt natural at the time, but I can always stop if you don't like it."

"It's fine, I don't mind," I say, driving again when the light turns green. "It just has another connotation that others might... misunderstand."

"So I should call you that around other people," Gabby says, immediately understanding what I mean.

"Probably not." I laugh and keep my eyes on the road while she leans back in the passenger seat.

When we get home, Marie is running around like crazy looking for her scrubs and keys, hurrying to get ready for work.

"Hey! You guys are back!" Marie shouts, rushing toward us. "Jane got into an accident skiing in the mountains and they need me to cover her weekend shift at the hospital. She's on call until Sunday night."

"Christmas Eve?" I ask, feeling a little annoyed about missing the weekend with her. "This was going to be your first weekend off in months."

"David, I'm so sorry. It just can't be helped right now. They need me, I'm the only surgeon available," Marie says, moving closer and giving me a quick peck on the lips.

I help her pack for the weekend because the hospital is all the way up in the mountains, she usually stays in hospital accommodations during long shifts.

As much as I want to spend Christmas with my wife, a big reason I don't want her to go is because of what might happen with her gone. With just me and Gabby here all weekend, I don't know how well I'll be able to resist temptation.

Gabby and I both see Marie to the car and when she drives away, Gabby turns to me with a grin. "I guess it's just you and me now, daddy."

Fuck, this is going to be hard.

I need to stay away from her if I can, but it's hard. We live in the same house, I cook dinner for both of us, and just hiding in my room is strange.

Everything is normal when we eat dinner. I was tired from shopping all afternoon so we just ordered pizza and ate in front of the TV. When we finish eating, I go to the kitchen to clean up the dinner plates.

While I'm washing up, Gabby hops on the counter with a popsicle in hand and starts licking it without saying a word. She's still in her leggings and t-shirt from the mall and the more she licks, the messier the popsicle gets.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye at first then when her tongue swirls around the length of the popsicle I'm fully entranced. The juice drips down her chin and stains her shirt, but she pays it no mind. Her eyes lock with mine as her tongue carves valleys in the stick and both of us clearly imagine it being my cock.

She moans as she eats it and I do nothing to hide my growing erection. After a minute, I take a step closer and grab the popsicle stick from her hand and hold it in front of her mouth for her. She smirks as I work it in and out of her mouth. Her legs widen on the counter and I fight the urge to reach between them and feel the heat against my palm.

"Suck it all like a good girl," I whisper as I shove the length of the popsicle in her mouth. She takes it with ease and when I pull it out, more juice dribbles from her chin.

"Am I doing good, daddy," she breathlessly whispers as she wraps her lips around the tip and slurps the juice.

I can't take it anymore. I'm moments away from pulling my cock from my jeans and letting her suck me dry. I need her. I need her tongue around me like this, I need her tight little pussy filled to the brim with my cock.

But I can't do that. It would be wrong. I think of Marie and all the promises I made to her. I'd be breaking every single one if I did this.

I pull the popsicle out of her mouth and walk away. I spend the rest of the night in my room avoiding her. When I try to sleep, I can't. All I can think of is that goddamn popsicle and how badly I wished I could be it.

Eventually, I decide to head to the living room to watch some TV. Marie has always been staunchly against TVs in the bedroom. I leave the audio low so Gabby doesn't hear and wakes up. I put on Wild Things streaming on HBO, a movie that I remember fondly from my youth. I lean back on the couch and relax while the movie plays.

After a while, I hear footsteps in the hall and Gabby approaches wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a slim fitting t-shirt tight enough for me to see she's not wearing a bra.

Even though this movie is one of the sexiest of all time, my attention is pulled toward Gabby.

"What's this?" she asks, taking a seat beside me on the couch. All I can focus on are her legs and how she wraps them up in front of her as if she's cold. I explain what the movie is and she settles in to watch it.

After a few minutes she shivers against the cool room and stands up to grab a throw blanket from the closet. Of course, I stare at her ass and see she's in the "Daddy's Little Slut" panties she bought earlier.

"Fuck," I whisper under my breath. Of course she wore those out here tonight. She just has to taunt me.

"What?" she asks with a hint of a smile.

"You know damn well what that was about," I say, pointing to her panties. She laughs and nods her head before sitting down on the couch beside me. She covers herself entirely with the blanket so that only her head is peaking out. I'm at least grateful for that.

We watch the movie in silence for a while then the scene comes. The scene that drove young me crazy for years where two women passionately make out with one another. I can't help the excitement it sends through my body. My cock twitches inadvertently and of course, it's all Gabby is staring at.

"This is so hot," she whispers so quietly it almost sounds like a moan. I look at her in awe as I see her hand moving under the blanket like she's massaging her own pussy. If my dick wasn't hard before, it's begging to be touched now. "You think so too, huh?"

I don't say anything as I close the distance between the two of us and pull the blanket off her. As suspected, she has one hand in her panties as she massages herself. A small wet spot lines the cotton on the outside that I have to hold myself back from touching. What I wasn't expecting was to see her shirt raised above her breasts and her bubble gum pink nipples hard and pointed.

"You're going to be the death of me," I say as I study her perfect teen body. "This has to stop."

"Have I been a bad girl, daddy?" she asks as she pulls her hand from her pussy and shows me just how wet it is. Her hand reaches for my sweats and pushes them down, immediately freeing my hard, throbbing cock. She traces her fingers along the shaft, letting the remnants of her juices coat it. Her movements are jerky and slow, like she's never done this before.

Come to think of it. I don't know if she has. She's stunning, but I don't ever remember her having a boyfriend and she goes to an all girls college.

"You've been very bad," I say, watching as she wraps her hand around me and starts slowly massaging. "Maybe you need some punishment."

I hold my hand over hers and twist it as I would myself to show her what to do. She quickly picks up what I want her to do and I pull my hand away, savoring her soft skin stroking me.

"But I don't want a punishment, daddy. I'll do whatever I need to so I don't get one," she says as she coats her finger with her juices again and strokes me.

"Fuck you're naughty," I moan as I reach for her pussy and feel just how wet she is through her panties. "Have you done this before?"

She leans her head back against the couch while I massage her clit over her panties and shakes her head. "No," she moans.

Her legs spread wider for me and I slide my hand inside to feel her bare pussy against me. It's slick with arousal and every touch sends a shiver through her body.

"You're so fucking wet for daddy," I groan as she squeezes my cock in her hand. "Have you put a finger inside before?"

She shakes her head again and bucks her hip against my hand. It all makes sense now. Gabby is here around me, away from her all girls school, horny, and incredibly curious.

"Daddy's gonna fill you up with his fingers tonight," I say, waiting for her to nod her head. She eagerly does, licking her lips and moaning as I brush my thumb against her clit. She keeps moving her hand up and down my cock but I pull it away to show her exactly how I like to be teased.

When she puts it back, she plays with my head and rubs my pre-cum all along my shaft to properly soak it.

"Take your panties off, baby," I whisper before she lifts her hips and kicks them aside. "Daddy's going to use those when he wants to fuck you now. Just like the ones you left for me in the bathroom."

"Yes," she moans just as I stop rubbing her clit and hover my finger outside of her entrance,

"Call daddy's name when you come, baby," I say as I bring my lips to her breast and flick my tongue over her delicious pink nipple, sucking it in at the exact moment I slide my middle finger in her tight pussy.

She grips my cock tighter as she takes it in and I have to hold back to keep from cumming on the spot. Her pussy is so tight and it clamps right down on my finger, throbbing from the pleasure of being touched like this for the first time.

"I love that no man has touched you before daddy," I say, pulling her face toward me for a kiss. "I'm going to fuck you and ruin you for every man. You'll never be fucked again the way daddy fucks you. You'll always crave me the way I crave you."

She shivers and her muscles clench while ripples of pleasure take control of her. Her tongue slides out of her mouth and fills mine, swirling around my tongue as she moans uncontrollably. I swallow each and every one of them, starved for the next time I get to hear her pleasure filled cries.

My thumb brushed her clit while my finger moves in and out, slowly guiding her toward her first orgasm with a man. As it gets closer, I feel the fluid coating my hand as her arousal peaks and her pussy grabs a hold of me, nearly refusing to let go.

"Oh my god, Daddy! Ahhhhhh!" Gabby screams as her legs fly open and she pumps her hand faster and faster on my cock. "Cum with me daddy, please."

She can hardly control herself so I wrap my hand around hers again as I guide it up and down my shaft. I imagine my cock is stuffed inside her right now, not my finger and the tighter she squeezes the more it feels real.

My cock bursts and I explode, pointing my cum at her little pussy both of us pump our hands up and down the shaft. It feels like the orgasm might never end, and I don't want it to. I'm in heaven right now and so is Gabby. Her pussy throbs around me and I don't stop until I feel her calming down beside me.

By the time we're both done, we're spent. Gabby sits beside me, her pussy soaking wet and coated with my cum, breathing heavily as her eyelids hang low over her eyes.

"That was incredible," Gabby whispers, pulling her hand away from my cock and bringing it to her mouth. She licks my cum off her fingers with an eager grim. "I can't wait to spend tomorrow here alone with you too, daddy.