Drunk Stepdaughter

Stepdaughter finds out what happens when you have a little too much to drink.

My name is Jack, and I'm 32. I live with my partner Kate and her daughter Lily, who is 18. We've been together for about five years, and life is good. We live in a charming village with a cozy pub and a shop—all the essentials we need. We've worked hard to make our house comfortable and inviting.
I work in the building trade, a job that keeps me fit and healthy. I have dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a build that's neither skinny nor overly muscular—just healthy. My partner is the same age, but since she's not the main focus of this story, I won't dwell on her description.
Now, let me tell you about Lily. She's of medium height with dark hair and striking blue eyes. While she's attractive in a subtle way, her genetics from both sides of the family have blessed her with a remarkable physique. She developed early, and by the age of 13, she had already begun to fill out. Now, at 18, she has a 32C cup size and an incredible ass.
When Kate and I first got together, I didn't pay much attention to Lily. She was young, and of course, she was my partner's child. Our relationship was cordial but nothing special, and it remained that way as she grew into a teenager. I can't pinpoint when I started noticing her sexually, but I tried my hardest to ignore it, feeling guilty for even entertaining the thought.
These things have a way of snowballing. I remember doing the laundry and finding pairs of her panties. Curiosity got the better of me, and I gave them a sniff. The scent was intoxicating, and I found myself stealing them and using them for my own pleasure, always feeling guilty afterward but unable to stop.
As Lily grew older, I considered putting a camera in the bathroom or her room to capture more, but I never quite had the nerve. My obsession grew, and I found myself constantly imagining what lay beneath her skimpy gym shorts and crop tops. I couldn't sit on the sofa without actively stopping myself from staring and getting aroused.
Lily turned 18 over the summer holidays and decided to make use of our ample garden by having her girlfriends over for camping and parties. We didn't mind them drinking a bit; we did it as kids, and if they didn't do it here, they would do it in a park or somewhere less safe.
Now, you might be thinking I considered getting her drunk, but surprisingly, that thought never crossed my mind. Kate has always had an incredible reaction when she drinks too much—she remembers nothing from a certain point and sleeps like a corpse. I've taken advantage of this more times than I can count, fucking her in every hole with absolutely no recollection whatsoever. To be honest, it's incredible, and I actively encourage her to go out so I can have my way with her.
This brings me to the start of this story. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we were expecting the usual gang of teenage girls. No more than five, but enough to be audible across the village! Lily was busy setting up the tents and fire pits, and we were pottering around the house. My plans were to keep well out of the way and relax while Kate was out for the night.
Once the girls had all arrived and gone outside, Kate got ready and left, giving me a kiss and telling me to keep an ear out for the girls just in case anything happened. I settled in to drink a few beers and watch TV with the dog. I could hear the music and giggling from the lounge, even though there was a fair bit of distance between the two. They had the patio doors open and were in and out, using the toilet and doing whatever teenage girls do.
Around 10:30, I heard someone come in and go down the hall. The stairs creaked, and I assumed someone had gone up to use the bathroom. I then noticed that most things had gone quiet. This might seem strange, as they are young and full of energy, but this was the trend. They all drank alcopops and finished pretty early, which was good as it didn't bother our neighbors too much.
I went down the hall and into the kitchen to find all the empty bottles put in the island. I rolled my eyes, knowing I would be on clean-up duty again. I looked outside and saw the glow of the fire pits and heard a few quiet conversations and giggles. I thought about going down but decided against it, not wanting to be seen as a bore or a creep.
I took the bottles down the hall and heard a bit of movement upstairs but ignored it for now. I left the house and opened the bin, noticing a bottle of vodka sat on top of various bits. This was strange, as we don't drink it and hadn't bought it for the girls, as it's far too strong. It dawned on me that in giving the girls a bit of freedom, they had decided to take the kindness as weakness and sneak something a bit stronger in. I was a bit annoyed but decided to deal with it in the morning once Kate was back.
As I went back into the house and shut the door, I thought of the noise and decided to investigate in case there were any accidents or mess to deal with due to the vodka. I passed the bathroom, which had its door ajar and the light left on. I checked inside and found nothing. The toilet seat was up; I assumed someone had had too much. I came back out and saw light coming from Lily's room. I went down the hall and found her on her back, fully clothed and clearly passed out.
My first thoughts were to tuck her in and leave her be, but as I entered the room, something caught my eye. Her shorts had ridden up, creating an incredibly defined outline of her pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and my heart began to pound in my chest. I noticed my cock swelling quickly. I felt I should leave but couldn't seem to move my feet. I quickly decided to shut the door quietly and call her name. She gave no response, and I edged closer. If she woke, I could always say I was just checking on her.
As I got to the bed, my heart was in my throat. I reached out and shook her. Nothing. I then decided to pinch her arm and lightly slap her cheek. Still nothing. My brain was completely clouded now, and I could barely think past what I had in front of me. I was like an animal driven by pure lust and taboo.
I reached out and traced my finger over the outline of her mound and lips. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and the soft, plump skin felt incredible. I then reached up and slowly cupped one of her breasts. I had been desperate to see and feel these since she got them two years ago, and now was my chance. I squeezed, and the feel of them was incredible. My cock ached in my boxers, and I knew I couldn't stop there.
I worked her top up slowly, thankful it was only a summer crop top. As I exposed her bra, I was met with my first view of her cleavage. It was incredible and looked so soft and pale. I then worked the bottom of her bra up and gasped audibly at the sight. Her breasts, even though she was laying down, sat perfectly on her chest. Her nipples were pink and stiffened ever so slightly under the cool air. I reached down and fondled them. My lust took over, and I lost control, squeezing them and being rougher than I should have been. Thankfully, she didn't stir, and this only drove me on. I reached down with my mouth and kissed them. The feeling on my lips was incredible, and as I slipped her left nipple into my mouth, I thought I might cum. I sucked and swapped to the right more times than I can count.
Time passed by without me being aware, and when I came round from my haze, her breasts were covered in my saliva. I looked down at them and marveled at how good they looked, and it was only then that I noticed my cock was in my hand. I'm not huge, but just shy of 7 inches, and I've never had any complaints. As soon as I became aware, I had to stop as I was dangerously close to cumming.
I moved down to her shorts and had to see what was under there. I shook her and checked her again, but all I got from her was a small snore and heavy breathing—perfect. I slowly pulled down her shorts and panties in one, revealing her mound. It was covered in soft, light brown hairs. She had clearly never shaved, as they hadn't become coarse or pubic-like. I continued to pull her shorts down to reveal two plump lips pressed together. I took her shorts off altogether and slowly moved her legs apart. I felt resistance and panicked. I stopped what I was doing and moved to the door but stopped myself. I waited for what seemed an eternity and went back over.
I slowly tried again, and this time, her legs parted. I saw her in all of her beauty. Her pussy was incredible—not an inny but had a little bit coming out, just the way I like it. I ran my fingers down it and felt the heat. I had to see if she would allow me in, and I licked my pinky. I ran it down from her clit to her hole. I paused to listen again and noticed my hand on my cock. The feeling was intense, and I checked myself before slowly pushing in. I got almost all the way before I felt a bit of resistance. I decided to stop there and pushed another one in to feel how tight she was. I was amazed at how snug it felt, feeling her ridges and soft insides. I wanted nothing more than to ram my cock in, but I knew I couldn't—not this time, at least.
I continued to touch and caress her, but the need to cum became too great. I decided to see if I could fuck her ample breasts and at least use her in some way. I gently straddled her tummy and marveled at how much like her mum she was. There was absolutely no movement or response, and I couldn't have been more grateful.
But then, I couldn't resist the temptation to explore further. I slowly trailed my fingers down her stomach, feeling her soft skin, and then lower, until I reached under her and felt the curve of her ass. I cupped one cheek, squeezing gently. I moved my hand around and ran it down her pussy and carried on past her hole. She was so warm and inviting. I pushed a finger gently against her tight little hole, feeling the resistance. I wet my finger with my saliva and pushed a little harder, feeling her give way slightly. I slipped the tip of my finger inside, and she was so tight, so hot. I pushed in a little deeper, feeling her muscles clench around me. It was incredible, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have my cock there instead.
I fingered her ass gently, moving in and out, feeling her respond to my touch. I could feel my own arousal building, my cock throbbing with need. I added a second finger, stretching her a little more, and she moaned softly in her sleep, but didn't wake. I continued to finger her, lost in the sensation, until I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.
I got myself into position and placed my cock in the cleft between her breasts. I spat on my cock and pushed them together. The feeling was exquisite. I slowly began to hump forward and saw my cock head appear near her face. This turned me on like nothing else, and I pushed her breasts together tighter. I began to thrust gently and tried to enjoy the feeling. I saw her nipples had hardened, and this began to tip me. As my mind clouded and my balls began to tighten, it didn't cross my mind that I would make a mess. I pinched her nipple and pushed them tighter around me as I lost control and came harder than any time before.
As I came down from my high, I saw an incredible sight. Her neck, chin, and lips were covered in my cum. I looked at it for a while and then deliberated as to what to do. I decided on a clean-up with a hot flannel and then tried to dress her in pajamas. The latter part was easier said than done, but once completed, I went to bed completely satisfied. My only regret was not taking any photo or video evidence.
I woke up in the morning feeling nervous and incredibly guilty. I went down to see the girls, and to my astonishment, Lily was up and as chirpy as ever. She greeted me and apologized for not cleaning up their mess. I told her it was absolutely fine and not to worry; I just wanted them to have fun.
As they all filtered out later that morning, I knew what must be done. I would have to give them vodka or something similar again, and I knew just the way to do it.