Until lately, I honestly thought that 'peeping' was a past time that was only practiced by weird guys that couldn't find a regular sex partner, and who needed the risk of getting caught before they could get it up.

I for one, would never have dreamt that I could or ever would get any kind of a thrill watching somebody without them knowing I was watching.

I am thirty-eight years old, once divorced, and living with a woman four years older than I am. I thought I was a normal red-blooded American male whose idea of sexual enjoyment came from sucking and fucking.

I got hooked up with Candice, soon to be my second wife, about five years ago and we enjoy a really good sex life. There isn't anything in the sex department that Candice would deny me. Candice had married young, and had a daughter Kathy, when she was just eighteen. Kathy, like her mother, had married young also, and was long ago out on her own before I met Candice.

Kathy had met a foreign exchange student from Greece, and when his schooling was done, they had moved back to his homeland. Like her mother's marriage, Kathy's had broken up also, only she hadn't waited as long as her mother had. Kathy told her husband of less than four years to take a hike and then Kathy had worked her way across Europe before saving enough money to come home.

This was the first time I would meet Kathy. I had seen pictures of her, but nothing could have prepared me for the beauty that we picked up at the airport.

She was tall and slender, with long cascading blonde hair that fell in waves to halfway down her back. A really slight figure with small breasts, a smaller waist and a small but nicely shaped ass.

Kathy had just turned twenty-two the month before. Kat, as her mother affectionately called her, rushed into her mother's arms. After a long embrace, Kat released her mother and turned to me.

"So you're the man who has made my mother so happy," she said smiling. "I'm really pleased to meet you George," she said hugging me.

Kat was tired from the trip, suffering a mild case of jet lag, and although she had a lot to tell her mother that night, she couldn't stop yawning and pretty soon she headed off to bed. The next morning, I was up and puttering around the house around 7 o'clock, while Candice, who likes to sleep late anyway, continued to dream away the morning. I usually don't see Candice up and about until at least 10 o'clock. I figured after the long trip that Kat would also remain in bed, but I was surprised to see her stumble into the kitchen at 7:30, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Good morning George" she mumbled as she shuffled to the counter. She gave me an affectionate hug and kiss on the cheek. I was shocked and pleasantly surprised by this display of affection, but even more shocked to see that Kat was only wearing a thin short nightie. I offered to make her a cup of coffee, which she readily accepted. I had a two-fold reason for wanting to move from my chair and make Kat a cup of coffee! Not only did I want to be courteous and hospitable, but I also wanted a chance to straighten out the instant erection I had gotten when I had caught a glimpse of Kat's panties! Her nightie was so sheer that I could nearly see the flesh of her small boobs. As it was, I could make out the dark outline of her aureole and the darker, stiff nipples, which protruded slightly.

I don't think Kat knew how turned on I was by the sight of her body, and as we talked while she drank her coffee, it was all I could do to keep my eyes from wandering from her delicate facial features to her small bosom which rose and fell with every breath she took. Kat finished her coffee and said that she was going to take a shower, I said that I had work to do in my little shop out back, and told her I'd see her later.

I have a little business of my own that keeps me from having to work for anybody else. I build custom cabinets and my shop is a sanctuary. Candice never bothers me when I'm working out there, so I felt quite safe and secure pulling out my cock and stroking it! Kat had given me such a hard-on, and I didn't want to take it back to the bedroom where Candice was sleeping in case she wondered where I had gotten so aroused. A few strokes was all it took to cause my seed to boil over as blast after blast sprayed through the air to land in the sawdust on the floor!

After I cleaned myself up, I felt like a dirty old man! This lovely young girl was the daughter of the woman I loved and planned to marry.

I worked for a couple of hours, and then as it neared the time that Candice would be getting up, I headed in for a coffee break and a late breakfast. Candice and Kat were sitting at the table chatting. Candice gave me a kiss good morning and thanked me for taking care of Kat while she slept. I noticed that Kat's hair was still damp from her earlier shower, but she had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. I guess Kat doesn't believe in wearing a bra, not that she needs one, but I couldn't help but notice her dark nipples through the white cotton t-shirt.

Later that night, after Candice and I had made long passionate love, she told me how glad she was that Kat and I had got along so well together. She said that she was a little worried that Kat might resent my taking her father's place, but that after talking to Kat that morning she was greatly relieved that Kat realized that her mother needed a male companion also. Just talking about Kat was getting me aroused again, so I kissed Candice goodnight and rolled over to hide my new erection.

The next morning Kat was up even before I was, and as I made my appearance in the kitchen she surprised me by having a coffee poured for me.

"Mom told me what time you usually get up" she said, "So I thought this morning I would make the coffee." I thanked her for her consideration. She stood by the counter talking to me as I drank my morning pick-me-up. Kat was wearing a nearly shear red baby-doll, trimmed in black lace with matching panties. She bent over to pick something off the floor, bending at the waist, instead of bending her knees. I was about to tell her how bad that could be for her back when I caught sight of pale white ass flesh pointing in my direction. I tried not to ogle, but the way she was bent forward pulled the material of her red panties tight into the crack of her ass, and I spotted a few stray pubic hairs poking out from the sides of the elastic leg bands.

My coffee got stuck in my throat as I watched and realized that the way she was bent, I could see right up her top to where her little boobs were. I only just caught sight of her hard little nipples when she straightened back up. I got up, painfully since my hard cock was bent double in my pants, gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her I was headed out to do some work. I just barely made it into the shop and locked the door before I could hold out no longer. I whipped my cock out of my pants and a few strokes later my come shot out with such ferocity that I thought it would never stop!

I didn't get any work done that morning at all. I whacked off two more times before I was finally satisfied. I realized that I was becoming obsessed with Kat's lithe young body. So firm, so young, so delectable! I love her mother, and I had no desire to climb into the sack with Kat, but the desire to see her totally nude became my driving passion.

I schemed and I planned, trying to devise a way that I could 'accidentally' catch her in the shower or maybe I could find an excuse to enter her room when she was changing. As much as I racked my brain I couldn't come up with a scheme that was fool proof, and that wouldn't cause a rift between her mother and I, nor jeopardize the great relationship that was starting to grow between Kat and myself.

Over the period of the next few days, I spent many a happy time pulling on my own meat, simply by the pure arousal that Kat's nubile young body caused me. Kat had started talking about finding a place of her own to live, and her mother didn't want her leaving.

"Tell her George" Candice said, "Tell her that she's no imposition." I agreed with Candice and told Kat so. I told her that she was a very pleasant young lady, and that both her mother and I enjoyed her living with us and that we had plenty of room to spare.

Kat finally relented and consented to live with us indefinitely. That's when my brainchild was born. I told Kat that I was going to build her a dresser for her room. Something from me to her, sort of a belated birthday present for all those years that I hadn't known what a charming daughter I was inheriting. Candice smiled then, and Kat threw her arms around my neck, kissed me on the cheek and said thank you.

I slaved for a week over that dresser, making the oak come to life under my trained hands. Six drawers on the bottom and twelve small ones to hold jewelry and such along the sides of the big mirror. In all, there were four mirrors in this dresser. One big one in the middle, two long pivoting ones on the side and one at the top angled in such a way that she could see the top of her head. It was in the top mirror that I secured a small video camera.

I used a two-way surveillance camera, with a wide-angle lens. I built lights right into the dresser and told Candice and Kat that I would have to wire it in directly. Since the dresser was going to fit snug against the ceiling, I didn't have to worry about the camera being discovered, and one day when both women were out shopping, I installed the dresser in Kat's bedroom and fed the wires for both the lights and camera through the wall and into the basement. I had the camera wired so that it would turn itself on when the lights in the room were turned on. The camera was hooked to a VCR, which I loaded with an eight-hour tape. When the girls got home they ooh-ed and ah-ed over what a fantastic job I had done, and in all honesty, I did intend to remove the camera once I had seen Kat's delectable body nude just once.

I had to wait three whole days before I could retrieve the tape from the basement where I had hidden the VCR unit very carefully. The girls were out on another shopping spree, so I knew that I would have an opportunity to watch the tape without interruption. With shaking hands I loaded the tape into our unit upstairs and settled back to enjoy the show.

The beginning of the tape was filled with a lot of stuff I wasn't interested in. Things like Kat moving her clothes and such into her new dresser. I fast- forwarded through that until I got to the part where I could tell she was getting ready for bed.

Slowly, she undressed, taking care to fold her clothes so as not wrinkle them. Then, my wish came true! Kat, now nude walked towards the dresser and sat down to brush her hair. I watched in fascination. Her body was everything I had hoped it would be. Her nipples were stiff and pointy, suggesting their sensitivity, and although her breasts were small, they were still a delight to look at. Her pubic hair was just a shade darker than the hair on her head, but still proving she was a natural blonde. Light wispy hairs surrounding a set of oversized pubic lips. Then she raised one leg, reached for a pair of scissors and proceeded to trim her pubic bush. By now my fist was a blur as it sped up and down my shaft. My come was boiling over as I shot my first load into the tissue I had ready for this moment.

I continued to watch the tape as Kat climbed into bed. The nighties she wore in the morning were just a cover up! Kat liked to sleep bare-naked. The next portion of the tape showed Kat getting up in the morning, getting dressed and then coming back in her room after taking a shower. By now I had come twice, and as I watched Kat admire her nude body in the front of the mirror, my cock started to rise again!

The next portion of the tape was nearly an identical version of the night before, and my cock was getting a little sensitive. I thought that I might turn it off and watch it again some time in the future when I saw Kat, on the screen, stand up and go to the wall that separates our rooms. She pulled a picture aside revealing a hole about three inches round. She turned down the lights, but didn't turn them off completely. She removed a pair of rolled up socks from the hole and I rewound the tape to make sure of what I had seen!

Sure enough, there was a small crack in the wall through which she could see the bedroom I shared with her mother. With her eye glued to the crack, her free hand snaked down and started to finger her pussy! I remembered that night Candice and I had made love. Kat's fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy now as she watched her mother and I get it on. Her knees buckled as an orgasm overtook her strong young body.

A few minutes later she replaced the rolled up socks and put the picture back straight and crawled into bed. For the first time, my noodle was limp. My stepdaughter is a peeper too!

I'm a peeper, she's a peeper, wouldn't you like to be a peeper too?


  • Anonymous said:
    2 years ago
    I peek on my 27 year old step daughter when she's naked I even sniff her dirty panties when she's not around.
  • Anonymous said:
    4 years ago
    I would have made sex noises one evening and when she moved the picture I would have put my dick in the hole lok