Page 6 of Extra Tight

“I, um...” He lifts a brow in challenge, but I hesitate. I hate when he calls me “little girl,” don’t I? Clearly, I want him to stop even if my body is screaming otherwise. “I guess.”

“Strip,” Nash orders and steps back.

“What?”

“Strip,” he repeats, but his face is expressionless.

Fight fire with fire. That had been Josie’s advice. Nash thinks I won’t do it.

“Okay,” I say with mock vibrato and shrug like it’s no big deal.

Reaching for the hem of my sweater, I pull it off before I have a chance to change my mind. I want to curse myself for not wearing a bra, but when I’m at home, I don’t wear one. I’m a curvy girl, and by the end of the day, a bra is annoying.

For half a second, I expect him to storm from the room or tell me to put it back on. He doesn’t do anything but stand there looking at me, so I keep going. I’m calling his bluff.

I wiggle out of my yoga pants, leaving me in nothing but my socks and panties. Fuck me. I didn’t think anyone would see my panties today. They are plain pink cotton with a little bow on the top.

When Nash finally speaks, his voice is rougher than normal. “Give them to me.”

“What?”

“Your panties. Give them to me.”

Holy crap. His eyes stay locked on mine as I slip my fingers into the sides of my panties. I’m annoyed and hurt. Nash has no intention of sneaking a peek because that’s not what this is about. This is about him showing me who has the power.

Well, I’ve already come this far, so challenge accepted.

I pull the panties down my legs before stepping out of them. Once they’re off, I hold them out in front of me by the tips of my fingers. Nash’s eyes finally drop, and everything south of my belly button clenches.

Nash steps forward, snatching the panties from me, and he looks angry. His body is nearly shaking as he reaches out, and suddenly his whole hand cups my sex. “You’re bare,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just like a little girl.” He jerks his hand back, and his eyes darken. “Go to bed.”

As soon as he gives the order, he stomps out of my room and leaves me standing there naked.

I don’t know what possesses me, but I shout at him loud enough that I know he hears it. “Good night, Daddy!” I slam my bedroom door, and the sound of it echoes.

If he can call me a little girl, then I surely can call him Daddy.

Chapter Four

NASH

The sound of her voice hits me like a weight as I step into my room. My knees almost buckle at the word Daddy coming out of her mouth, and it takes all my strength not to turn around and go back to her.

I’d love nothing more than to show her exactly what a daddy does to brats, but I can’t. Not when I’m in this state. All the blood in my body has rushed to my dick, and I can’t think straight. Instead, I slam my door and press my hand against it. I’m not sure if I’m trying to stop her from coming in or stop myself from going after her.

I’m not careful as I rip open the front of my pants and close my eyes. The image of her naked body is burned into my brain. I recall every curve as I pull my cock out and then bring her panties to my face. I inhale deeply, getting the scent of her cunt in my lungs. Her bare lips were so soft, but I felt the wetness between them.

My balls tighten, and I look down to see I’ve already started dripping. I use her panties to wipe across the tip, but more leaks out. I’m so close to cumming that I can’t wait any longer. I open her panties and groan when I see the wet spot she left in the crotch. She was horny while she stripped for me, and it makes me wonder if she still is.

I press the head of my cock against the wet spot and push into them. I imagine humping her while she was wearing these, and I groan in pleasure. I wouldn’t have to fuck her; this would be enough. If she let me get on top of her, she could keep them on. I could take my cock out and push against her panties. I would thrust like I was fucking her, but there would be a barrier to keep me from doing it.

Her soft thighs would part in invitation, and if the material got wet enough, maybe she would reach between us to adjust it. She could accidentally adjust them too much and I could slip past.

My body shudders with pleasure as I spurt cum into her panties. It’s almost embarrassing how fast I cum, but there’s no one here to witness my shame. It’s hot and fast, but it does little to take the edge off. My stepsister has me wound so fucking tight I can’t be in the same room with her without popping wood.

“Fuck,” I grunt when the last of my cum pumps into her panties. I’ve made a mess of them, and there’s no way she’s getting them back now. I tuck them into my pants before I strip off my clothes and put on some gray joggers and nothing else.

Once I’m finished changing, I remember her phone. I cloned it earlier, which means I should be able to see everything she’s doing right now. Along with her search history. Is this an invasion of privacy? Yes. Do I care? Not a bit.

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