*Authors note: The step-daughter character is of adult age, not revealed until later in the story.*
I tentatively put my hands on my beautiful step-daughter’s ass cheeks as she lay there. They were exposed because she was almost naked, she was wearing a thong.
I didn’t know that she even owned one.
That must be her mother’s doing.
Her succulent flesh, the weight of her curvaceous rear. It felt so delicious as it moulded to my touch.
I didn’t want to wake her but secretly I did.
The weight and the suppleness of her young and ripe ass felt so delicious in my strong hands.
I let go.
As I released, they quickly collapsed back onto each other, creating a ripple across her delicate flesh, it rebounded like a physical echo.
And then, they reformed into that perfect peach.
That robust, athletic and yet tender form of her perfect and ungodly ass.
I wanted to do it again, I wanted to separate those cheeks, feel her flesh in my hand one more time.
I wanted to do it again and then pull aside that thong. Would she wake? Would it be better or worse if she did?