STEPDADDY DIARIES

Teasing and Spring-cleaning I

The house smelled like lemon cleaner and fresh spring air coming through the open windows. Dominic stood on the ladder in the upstairs hallway, reaching to dust the cobwebs while Taryn worked below him, wiping baseboards with a damp cloth.

She wore cutoff shorts that rode high on her thighs and a thin tank top without a bra, the fabric clinging to her skin from the heat of the work. Every time she bent over, the shorts pulled tight across her ass, the outline of her p***y lips visible through the denim.

Dominic tried his best not to look. He focused on the trim, running the duster along the edge, but his eyes kept dropping.

Taryn knew and she shifted her weight, spreading her knees a little wider as she scrubbed, giving him a clearer view. When she glanced up, she caught him staring and smiled mischievously.

"Do you need any help up there, Dad?" she asked, in a teasing way.

"I'm good," he said, a bit too quickly and his grip tightened on the duster.

Taryn stood and stretched, arms over her head, tank top lifting to show the undersides of her t**s with sweat beaded between them. She grabbed the ladder and shook it gently. "This thing wobbles. You should let me hold it."

Dominic climbed down instead. "Let's switch. You finish the trim, I'll do the floors."

She shrugged and took his place, climbing two rungs up. Her ass was now at his eye level. She leaned forward to reach the molding, shorts riding up until the lower curve of her cheeks showed.

Dominic swallowed and turned away, grabbing the mop bucket. He worked in the opposite direction, but the hallway was narrow. Every time he passed her, he had to step close. Her scent…a mix of sweat, body lotion, something sweet…hit him each time.

Taryn started humming and she shifted on the ladder, rocking her hips side to side like she was dancing to the tune in her head. The movement made her ass jiggle which made Dominic's c**k twitch in his jeans. He adjusted himself quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.

But she noticed.

"It's getting too hot in here," Taryn said. She pulled her tank top off in one motion, tossing it down to the floor and her t**s bounced free, n*****s already tight. She didn't look at him, just kept dusting like it was nothing. "You don't mind, right?"

Dominic's mouth went dry. "What the f**k Taryn! Put your shirt back on."

"Why? It's just us. Mom's gone all weekend so you know..." She glanced over her shoulder, catching his eyes on her chest. "Unless you don't actually want to look."

He turned his back and started mopping harder instead. Taryn climbed down and followed him as he cleaned into the master bedroom. She grabbed a spray bottle and started on the windows, standing close enough that her bare arm brushed his.

Every pass of the cloth made her t**s sway and Dominic kept his eyes on the floor, but the image burned behind his eyelids.

She dropped the cloth and bent to pick it up, ass pushing back until it brushed his thigh. Dominic stepped away fast. "Taryn, stop."

"Stop what?" She straightened, innocent. "I'm just cleaning."

"You know what you're doing." His voice came out rough.

Taryn smiled. "Maybe I do, maybe I don’t . Are you gonna do something about it?"