Benjamin Royce

The spying stepdaughter

CHAPTER ONE

The gentle fingers smoothed the curly copper hair to each side of the swollen cunt-lips, delighting in the silky feel of the already dampening skin. As the fingers gently stroked the cunt-lips apart, before plunging into the grasping depths, one fingertip gently brushed the clit, bringing a moan of pure animal pleasure from the full lips, which were the second most lovely feature beneath the crown of copper which billowed on the pillow behind Cheri Hill's head.

"Oh, hell!" Cheri moaned, playing with her hot cunt, lost in the smell of heated flesh and fantasies.

Her fantasies of late seemed to center around Neva, her mother. She had been told that she looked just like her – though Cheri couldn't see it – that her mind just naturally turned to remembering things she had seen her mother do.

Neva was beautiful, with her copper hair, soft green eyes, little, slightly turned up nose, full lips, and big tits. Cheri didn't mind being compared with her mother. But Cheri, at five-two, was three inches taller than her mother. Still, when she was forced to fantasize to satisfy herself, it was usually Neva she thought about. Neva and Bill.

Moving her other hand up to stroke her full breasts, bringing the nipples to protruding hardness, Cheri occasionally ducked her head down to push one up and take the nipple in her mouth, delighting in the feel of it, and in the taste of it. Through her mind, pictures flashed as if a movie projector were in her head. Pictures which depicted real, imagined, and wishful experiences. Her fingers continued to bring her the wonderful feelings of the mental images as Cheri felt her body responding and the sensations building in her sex-charged body.

As her fingers plunged in and out of her soaked cunt, Cheri stopped to pinch and stroke her clit, but found that it brought her too near the top, and she didn't want it to end just yet.

"God, I need a man!" she moaned. "Or a woman, or anything!"

As pictures of first one lover, then another, and even some she had only hoped to love continued flashing through her mind, Cheri twisted and turned on the bed, her ass clenching, her cunt gripping at her plunging fingers, her tits aching for more than just her own touch. Even as she built toward an explosion which would rip her apart with pleasure, Cheri was cussing fate. And she was remembering past pleasures and disappointments.

Cheri had been very young when Bill moved in with them. He had actually moved in with Neva, but the rest came with the deal. Cheri was the oldest. Then came Reesa, and last, Jim. Cheri knew from the start that Bill hadn't really wanted a family, but he showed them as much attention as Neva would let him. Cheri's mother had wanted all his attention, but kids do demand certain things, and Bill seemed willing to share his time with them. Cheri wanted more than he was ever willing to give, though.

Cheri had long before drilled a hole in Neva's bedroom door. She did it first because she thought it would be a kick to spy on her mother, but later found intense pleasure in watching Neva's sexual encounters. But nothing which had gone before had prepared her for Bill.

It wasn't that he was better-looking than Neva's other men. Or that he had anything special about him which made him sexier. His hair was just a normal dark brown, his features even a little short of handsome, and his body just average. The first time Cheri spied on them, her legs became so weak that she almost couldn't stand up to peek through the hole.

It had actually started in the living room. Cheri had been almost asleep when she heard the knock at the door. "I wonder who could be coming?"

Cheri had come wide awake, but Reesa and Jim were sleeping totally unaware.

Slipping carefully out of bed, wearing only her t-shirt – having discarded her panties early in the night because her little cunt had gotten too hot – Cheri crept to the door to listen.

"I decided to take you up on your invitation." The deep voice sent shivers of pleasure down Cheri's spine, straight into her crotch.

"I'm glad you did." Neva's voice sounded soft, sexy. "Does your wife know where you are?"

"I don't even know where she is. And I don't care. I told her that I never wanted to see her again."

Things became so quiet that Cheri had to crack the door. She couldn't bear not knowing what was going on, and she wanted a look at the owner of that deep, passionate voice.

She was disappointed when she finally got the door open enough to see what was going on. They were simply sitting on the couch.

"You can't be too comfortable with all those clothes on," Neva murmured, rubbing her hair against Bill's clean-shaven face. "I know I'm sure getting hot, and all I've got on is this thin gown."

Cheri grinned, holding the laughter which bubbled inside her, at the look on Bill's face.

"I do feel a little warm. And my pants are suddenly too tight."

As Neva moved her hand over to stroke the bulge in Bill's pants, Cheri almost moaned at the throb she felt in her little cunt.

"It does feel tight." Neva smiled. "If you could just get that out, we'll both feel better."

Squeezing her legs together in an attempt to stop the pain of pleasure in her crotch, Cheri watched them twist and turn, getting out of their clothes. The moment they were naked, Neva took the biggest hard-on Cheri had ever seen in her hands.

"Does that feel good?"

"Mmmmmm!" Bill moaned, dropping his face to kiss Neva's full lips. His right hand was kneading and stroking Neva's full tits. Cheri couldn't see his other hand, but when she realized it was between her mother's legs, she moved her own hand down to pet her own curly cunt-hair.

"I think we'd better move into the bedroom." Neva's words came out in gasps. Her chest was rising and falling so rapidly that her tits actually bounced, except where Bill was holding them. "One of the kids might wake up and come wandering in."

Cheri knew she should close the door as they came through the hall, but she just couldn't seem to take her eyes off Bill's hard-on. She loved looking at her mother's naked body, but looking at Bill's built fires in her so hot she thought she would burst into flames at any moment. As they passed her door, Cheri caught the scent of heated fuck-flesh and felt almost drunk from the scent.

Once they were behind Neva's closed door, Cheri slipped into the hall. For some reason, she couldn't stand having the t-shirt on, so she pulled it over her head and left it on the floor of the bedroom she shared with her sister and brother. Standing in the hall completely naked was thrilling. Standing there peeking through the hole at Bill and her mother was even more thrilling.

"Would it bother you," Neva pulled her lips loose from Bill's, her hand gently stroking the full length of his hard-on, "if I sucked on that delicious-looking, thing?"

Cheri wanted to press her car against the door, but didn't want to take her eye away from the hole to do it.

Bill smiled. "I'd love it. But only if you'll let me return the favor."

Neva smiled, moving her lips down Bill's naked body. Cheri had a good view of her lips and tongue working on Bill's naked, hairy chest. Cheri plunged her finger deeper inside her cunt as she watched her mother's pink tongue come out and bury itself in Bill's navel. Then, when her head moved on down and she saw Neva's tongue flick out and touch the swollen head of Bill's prick, Cheri wanted to fling open the door and join them. She wanted to feel that wonderful piece of cock-meat inside her, instead of her wiggling finger.

Cheri watched as Neva worked her tongue around and over the entire length of that dancing, throbbing hunk of prick in her hand. As she finally opened her lips and began gently sucking it inside, Cheri could almost taste it in her own mouth. She had never tasted anyone's prick, but she could just imagine how delicious it would be from the smell she had caught a few moments earlier.

Neva continued sucking it in and out with even, measured strokes. Cheri timed her finger so that she was plunging it in and out at the same pace as her mother was using on Bill's prick. That way, she could almost imagine that it was stroking in and out of her mouth instead of her mother's.

Bill moaned as his prick began swelling. "God, Neva, if you don't stop, I'll shoot right in your mouth!"

Neva just grinned, her mouth around his cock-meat, and began moving her head faster.

Cheri, seeing what was about to happen, stopped moving her finger and gripped her naked crotch. The pain of the pleasure was so intense that she could hardly stand enough to keep her eyes up to the hole.

Then Bill groaned, pushing his hard-on deep into Neva's mouth. Cheri could tell he was pumping his fuck-juices into her mother's mouth just by the way his ass was clenching and his face was contorting, but she couldn't see it. She moved her finger again, bringing small explosions inside her young cunt, and hoped that she would get to see some of his fuck-juice shooting.

Neva was greedy. She seemed to be swallowing it as fast as it came out. But Bill had more than she could take, and Cheri was rewarded with the sight of a few drops leaking out of her mother's lips and sliding down her chin. Cheri was wishing that she could run in and lick it off her mother's face, nearly passed out as she began to come.

When Bill finally pulled out and a couple of spurts of the thick, white spunk landed on Neva's face, Cheri found that her legs wouldn't hold her up and slid down against the door to fuck her finger deeper into her cunt.

CHAPTER TWO

As her breathing finally slowed, Cheri thought about getting up and around. She moved her hands over her still-sensitive tits, the nipples leaping to attention again.

As her body began to come alive again, Cheri moved her hands down over her flat belly, tickling the top of her cunt-hair. She felt her pussy responding, coming alive with this and for a hard prick. Her mind began moving beck to that first time she had felt her obsession for Bill taking hold.

Leaning on her mother's closed bedroom door, Cheri finally felt strength returning to her legs. She knew she wasn't missing anything by not looking through the hole because she could hear them just lying on the bed, murmuring to each other.

When she heard the bedsprings squeak, she pushed herself up to see what they were going to do next, her cunt already getting wet at just the thought of seeing Bill and her mother going at it again.

By the time Cheri got her eye focused to the hole, Bill was leaning over Neva, kissing and sucking on her tits. Cheri's own tits ached for those lips to be sucking on them. She could feel her little nipples hardening at the thought.

Bill didn't linger long on Neva's tits, though, but began kissing and licking his way down her body. Neva was soon moaning and twisting under his ministrations, and Cheri fought to keep her body still. When he stopped to sink his tongue in her mother's navel, Cheri pushed her little fingertip into her own, imagining the hot wetness of Bill's tongue there.

By the time Bill had worked his way down to take some of Neva's coppery cunt-curls between his lips, Cheri was breathing so hart that she could barely hear her mother's ragged breathing. Her fingertips were twisting and pulling her own cunt-hair as Bill tugged on her mother's. Neva was hunching up against his face, trying to push him on down, and Bill did finally move down, but not to press his lips against that hot pussy, as both Neva and Cheri were hoping.

Instead, with a grin on his lips, he began kissing Neva's inner thighs, carefully avoiding touching anything closer to her pussy than then skin between her legs and cunt-lips.

When Bill finally did push his mouth against her mother's wet, gaping cunt, Cheri was about ready to scream. Her own cunt-slit was wet, hot, and almost hurting with the need for something inside it.

Cheri could see perfectly as Bill pushed Neva's cunt-slit open and put the tip of his tongue inside. With his fingers, he spread her mother's pussy wider, revealing her stiff clit, which he flicked with the tip of his tongue. Neva let go a high, soft scream and her entire body came off the bed as she pushed against his face.

Cheri bit her tongue to keep from joining her mother in the scream. The finger she had shoved into her little cunt was soaked with her fuck juices and her mind was filling with wanting Bill's tongue to be there. Cheri almost fell against the door as Bill's tongue finally plunged all the way into Neva's pussy. Cheri fucked another finger in and gripped her entire cunt mound with a pressure that was almost painful.

Cheri could no longer see her mother's cunt – Bill's face was being buried in it – but she could see his throat muscles working as he moved his tongue. Her fingers matched his rhythm, and it almost felt like it was her own cunt that he was eating. As she brought herself nearer the top, Cheri realized that the hall had filled with the smell of hot sex. If either her mother or Bill decided to go to the bathroom now, it would be hard for them not to notice, even if Cheri managed to escape to her bedroom. But Cheri didn't care. If she saw Bill headed toward the door, she was determined that she would just stay right there, maybe even keep her fingers in her cunt. She envisioned that happening. She decided that she would even reach out and take his hard-on in her hand.

As these thoughts danced through her mind, Cheri felt herself building for a big climax and quickly moved her eye to the hole again. If she was going to get off, she wanted it to be while she was watching Bill and Neva. Her fingers were getting so wet and slippery that she almost couldn't feel them sliding in and out of her pussy. Her body was shaking with passion and her breath was coming in loud, short gasps as she fought to hold back her climax until her mother came too.

But that wasn't such a long wait. Even as Cheri watched, Bill locked his lips on Neva's hot cunt, and Neva pushed her entire body off the bed, pushing hard against Bill's face, a high, thin scream escaping her pursed lips. Then her whole body began trembling as she fought to hold herself in that awkward position.

Cheri still managed to sustain herself right at the edge until Neva relaxed, falling down against the bed. When Bill raised his smiling face, it was glistening with her mother's fuck-juices. Cheri could hold back no longer. The intense good feeling in her pussy was almost more than she could take, and her legs began to wobble so furiously that she had to slap her free hand against the wall to keep from falling straight through the door. Again, she found herself sitting on the floor, her back to the door, her fingers fucking in and out of her wet cunt-hole.

She didn't have long to rest, though, because she heard low laughter and the squeak of the bedsprings.

At first, when she got her eye back to the peephole, Cheri thought she was going to see a repeat. Bill was on his knees, his hard-on waving in her mother's face. Still, just seeing that magnificent hunk of cock-meat was enough to get Cheri excited again. As she watched, Bill moved the swollen head of his prick gently over Neva's face, rubbing it against her cheeks, her chin, and finally on her lips.

Cheri moved her right hand up to rub her fingers over her lips, wanting to feel something like what her mother was feeling. As she licked her lips, she discovered the sweet taste of her own pussy on them, and that sent new shivers of excitement coursing through her young body. Neva started to open her mouth, to take Bill's cock in, but Bill pulled it away.

As Bill moved his cock on down Neva's throat, Cheri followed the motion with her fingers, trying to imagine the feel of him on her.

Finally, after playing his hard cock around and over her mother's tits, Bill moved on down to Neva's navel, pretending that he was going to stick it in that little hole. Cheri almost laughed aloud as her finger plugged her own little navel.

Then his prick trailed over Neva's flat stomach and began moving around in the copper curls of cunt hair. Cheri pushed her hips forward. She flattened her hand against her stomach, the tips of her fingers as deep into her own cunt-curls as Bill's prick was in her mother's.

By the time he moved on down to brush the distended cock-head against Neva's open cunt lips, Cheri had her own legs spread, her fingers again finding their way inside her slippery pussy. She had to force herself to breathe, to keep from passing out, as Bill began gently pushing his huge prick against Neva's delicate cunt-lips. As they began parting, conforming to the shape of his prick, Cheri felt her own pussy wanting to open wider, wanting to accept that hot cockmeat. Just the sight of all that prick-meat fucking into her mother's pussy was enough to drive Cheri to orgasm.

Cheri could see the full length of his delicious cock as it fucked in and out of her mother's cunt. As Bill slowly fucked Neva, Cheri could see the cunt-juices clinging to his cock-shaft. She could almost taste the white, creamy stuff which their fucking seemed to be generating. She yanked her fingers out of her own cunt and stuck them into her mouth. But just long enough to get a good taste, because her crotch was going crazy without the prodding of her fingers.

When Bill started picking up speed, causing more fuck-juices to flow from Neva's pussy, Cheri increased the rate of her finger-fucking. She could see sweat forming on Bill's forehead, on his back, and even on his bare ass. She could see a sheen of dampness on her mother's skin, adding a rosy glow to it.

But most of all, she couldn't keep her eyes away from the huge prick fucking in and out of Neva's hot cunt. Her body was trembling with waves of wonderful feeling as she watched both her mother and Bill building to a great climax together. She fucked her fingers deeper and faster, hoping to match them.

As Bill let out a deep moan and forced his body hard against Neva's, Neva whimpered and fought to push him up off the bed. Cheri felt the flood of release coming into her body at the same time. She gripped the doorframe with her free hand to keep her balance.

"Oh God, yes!" Neva screamed, and Cheri wanted to scream too.

"Uh-uh-uh!" Bill grunted.

Cheri could see his ass muscles clenching tightly as his balls drew tight. She could even see the big vein on the underside of his prick pulsing. She could almost picture the globs of spunk shooting into her mother, and could almost feel them shooting into her own little cunt.

CHAPTER THREE

As Cheri lay in bed fantasizing and fingering her hot pussy, she thought about an exciting encounter she had peeked on about two years after Bill had moved in. Cheri had lived in a combination of joy and torment during the entire time he'd been living with them. Joy because she loved watching them through the hole in the door. Torment because she had still found no way to let Bill know how she felt about him. And further torment because she was still a virgin. But there had been times when she felt Bill watching her.

Cheri had taken to sleeping in the living room during the last couple of weeks.

"That room's just not big enough for all three of us," she said to her mother. "Besides, I'm too old to sleep in the same room with my brother."

Neva had argued, but Bill had convinced her, which made Cheri even happier – thinking that he had other reasons besides just taking her side.

She always slept in only her T-shirt and panties – and always made certain that she kicked the covers off so that her legs and panties showed plainly. Sometimes, she would even roll her shirt up, as if it had happened in her sleep, so that her tits would be bare.

Tonight she had heard them talking ant almost crept out of bed to pin her eye to the peephole. When the door creaked open, she was glad that she had stayed in bed. When Bill stepped through the hall door, she was doubly glad that she had stayed in bed. He was completely naked – and had a marvelous hard-on.

Cheri held her breath, hoping he would come toward her. Then, as he turned toward the kitchen, she sighed, twisting around on the couch so that her legs spread, revealing her cunthair around the edges of her panties. As if she were dreaming, she brushed her arm up, pushing her T-shirt off her tits. Through slitted lids she watched, her heart trying to beat an escape from her chest, as Bill tuned toward her.

But he only paused, then disappeared into the kitchen.