Perverted Step-Dad System

My hand which were wrapped around my daughter’s slender waist, gently traced the curve of her flat, smooth stomach, all the way to the underside of her breast.

Along the line, Avery’s breathing was a little uneven.

The sensation sent tingles running down every fibre of her being.

They were like electric shocks, that kept on moving through her body like little motes of electricity.

The little zaps of electricity she felt from my touch ran all the way from her flat stomach where my hand rested, all the way to her breasts, hardening her pink nipples, and causing the goosebumps on her areolas to become even more visible.

At the same time, a faint, wetness began dampening her panties underneath, as she felt her pussy clamped around nothing, except for the warm breeze that brushed her panties underneath the skirt she wore.

”Mmm...” Avery let out a light, shaky moan every time my hand traced upwards.

I lowered my right hand once more, this time tracing deliberately trailing my hand into her shirt, and causing her to bite her red lips to hold in the moan that threatened to slip from her mouth at the sensation of my hand coming in contact with her bare skin.

Her skin felt smooth, and was surprisingly much softer than her sister’s own from moments ago.

I gently rubbed her navel with my thumb, my finger circling the outer ring for a moment before touching the inner ring.

I soon left her navel then, my hand gently grabbed her breast from the underside of the smooth skin, before fully taking a hold of her breast, and cupping it in one palm.

My hand couldnt even contain the full length of her large breast.

I cupped the round squishy boob in my hand, and gently squeezed it gently in my hand.

Squeezing it lightly drew out a moan from Avery’s mouth.

She quickly bit her lips and her cheeks turned red.

She felt both aroused and embarrassed at the fact that she couldnt resist her dad’s advancement in teh slightest.

All the will power Avery had built over countless years, always found its way to crumble when she was in the presence of her dad.

Another shaky breath escaped her lips when she felt her dad twisting her right nipple.

The twist wasnt hard in the slightest, and was instead light and filled with gentleness.

My index finger and my thumb pressed against the hard nipple, as I gently rolled both fingers accross it for a second or two before moving to her left breast.

At this moment, Avery’s nipples were hard and I could even faintly feel a little wetness at her nipples.

As my hand left her right breast, it peaked through the fabric of her cloth, highlighting the fact that she was overwhelmingly aroused.

Avery felt a wave of pleasure coursing through her spine.

Underneath, she felt her panties dampen at a speed visible to the naked eyes.

She could hardly believe she was getting so wet with just my touches alone.

Then again, there always seemed to be something magical about my fingers.

Whenever it came in contact with her skin, the little jolts of electricity made her pussy lips twitch repeatedly before pussy juice leaked from within the depths of her pussy.

My fingers lingered on her left breast, the soft weight of it filling my palm as I gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze.

Avery’s breath hitched, her body leaning back into mine without her seeming to notice she was doing it.

The thin fabric of her shirt had ridden up enough that my wrist rested against bare skin, and every small shift of her weight pressed her ass more firmly against the front of my trousers.

Her both was warm and soft, as she pressed into me completely.

She tried to remain standing but her legs were already feeling too weak, while her thighs pressed together under the short skirt.

The damp spot on her panties had already spread and I could smell the faint, sweet scent of her pussy that made my cock throb in anticipation.

Avery’s nipples stayed hard under my touch.

When I brushed my thumb across the left one, it stiffened further, and a thin thread of wetness slicked accross my fingers.

Initially I thought it was my misconception, but feeling her truly leaking through her nipples left me taken aback.

She moaned then called out in a thin voice, without turning her head around.

”Dad...”

”What if someone walk in?”

Avery’s rational mindset was now kicking in, and she realised that if someone entered and caught them together it would be really back.

She could accept them doing it in the bathroom, as there was little chances of being caught.

But doing it here? out in the open?

It brought a wave of embarrassment and terror coursing through Avery’s spine.

I did not answer right away. Instead I slid my hand lower, my palm dragging slowly down the smooth plane of her stomach until my fingertips met the waistband of her skirt.

The elastic was loose and my middle finger hooked underneath it and tugged, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin below.

Avery’s stomach jumped under my touch.

Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll backward, and the movement ground her ass against my cock for a second before she caught herself and went rigid again.

”You’re already this wet,” I said quietly, close to her ear.

My finger traced the line where her panties met her skin, following the crease of her hip without quite dipping lower. ”From me just touching your chest?”

Avery’s ears went red as she heard my words.

Having those shameful words being said made Avery feel like a slut, which she wasnt.

Or at least she hoped she didnt look to be one.

She shook her head sharply, her breathing becoming shallow and fast.

Every time my fingertip brushed the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her panties, her thighs squeezed tighter and a fresh pulse of wetness soaked through the fabric of her panties underneath.

Slowly, after a few second of playing with her waist band, I pushed my hand fully under her skirt.

The back of my knuckles slid along the front of her panties, and Avery’s knees bent ever so slightly.

When I pressed two fingers against the center of her panties, the material clung and parted just enough for me to feel the shape of her swollen pussy lips through the thin cotton.

The outer lips of her pussy had parted on their own, and every small movement of my fingers dragged the wet cloth across her clit, making her shiver in arousal and... excitement?

Avery’s head dropped slightly and her hair fell forward messily, hiding most of her face but I could still see her mouth parting faintly as a string of saliva clung to her lower lip.

She tried to speak, but only managed a shaky exhale, as her voice came out in barely a whisper.

”Dad, please,” she whispered as the words trembled in her mouth. ”We shouldn’t. Not here. Not like this.”

Despite her words, i continued rubbing my thumb through the middle of her pussy lips, beginning to draw out a bit of her lewd juices.