Perverted Step-Dad System

Chapter 8: Massaging Step-Daughter

Jane squirmed internally, feeling the sheets beneath her starting to get coated in her juices.

Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion. She was startled and confused that she was getting aroused just by my touch alone. As my fingers gently slid across her body in a slow rhythm, she almost let out a moan when she caught herself and bit her lip to stifle it.

My hands were like magic on her skin, bringing about a sensation she never knew existed. Of course this was all mostly due to the effects of the pleasure sensitivity manipulation. To not drain my mana completely I soon deactivated the skill. Jane still felt a lingering, tingling sensation.

At this moment, I decided to shift my focus to her long, slender legs. From her lower back, my hand slid lower past the curve of her ass, and her ass crack. I almost couldn’t stop myself from gently fondling her ass but decided against it. In the future there would be a lot of opportunities to fondle her ass. For now however...

’I just need to give my daughter a lovely massage...’ I chuckled darkly at the thought.

After this massage, I could pretty much guess my daughter’s next course of actions, and one thing was for sure, it would be interesting to watch...

Snapping my attention back to the present, I soon began softening the muscles of her legs. I massaged some stiff areas, dissolving the lingering exhaustion there.

My eyes drifted to her slightly hairy pussy. It wasn’t too hairy, just a few curls that had been dampened by her juices, giving her pussy an alluring sight. As though she could feel my gaze fully on her or perhaps she’d guessed I was looking due to my movements coming to a stall, Jane instinctively tried to close her legs.

"It’s alright..." my voice was as smooth and calm as always as I spoke, "It’s just a massage, there’s no need to get agitated."

As I spoke I gently pressed two thumbs into her thighs, while simultaneously activating pleasure sensitivity manipulation. Jane who had been able to calm her racing, expectant heart moments ago, found the tingling sensation she dreaded spreading through her body like wildfire once again.

She tried to speak but knowing that only a moan would come out she dragged a pillow and buried her head into it. Her legs gently parted, and I smiled.

’Good girl...’ I muttered internally.

My fingers pressed against her inner thighs, the pleasure sensitivity manipulation still active. Jane could feel she was approaching an unprecedented climax, and it shocked her to the core.

’I’m... going to cum just from a massage?’ Jane was terrified by the thought.

As my fingers inched closer and closer to her most sacred place, she wanted to plead with me to stop. Yet, there was another similarly dark twisted part of her that wanted the relieving sensation of the climax...

Jane bit her lip, internally struggling to make a decision. Just then, she felt the tingling sensation fading. She realised my fingers were now sliding lower towards her legs, and calves.

Jane was stunned and left aching for more.

’Wh...why didn’t he just touch me there? Is he really just giving a massage and nothing more?’

Jane had expected I would take advantage of her. She could tell that her wetness was visible. If I wasn’t dumb it was clear to see. Anyone in their right mind would take advantage of the opportunity to have sex.

’Then why...’ Jane frowned, ’am I that unattractive?’

She tried comparing herself to her mother mentally. Although her mother was a beauty, she was in her youth. Clearly she was supposed to be much prettier. The thought made a feeling of discomfort surge into Jane’s chest and she couldn’t tell why. She wanted me to at least show a reaction, anything... and yet the only words that entered her ears were:

"I’m done, how do you feel?"

’Done? Done?!’ Jane was startled from her thoughts.

How could he be done? He’d left her a dripping mess and he planned to leave just like that?

"Uh... cough..." Jane tried to speak but realised her voice was shaky with the after shock of the pleasure she was feeling. She cleared her throat for a moment before continuing her words.

"I... uh... I feel good, but..." Jane hesitated.

A part of her was warning her... ’Jane... what do you think you’re doing?’ Yet there was another curious part of her that wanted to know, could he truly look at her completely and feel nothing?

With this resolve in mind Jane finally finished her words.

"I was wondering if you could massage the front as well..."

Hearing her words I was stunned, but I couldn’t say I was completely surprised. I... kinda expected it. Still, I couldn’t act like I was eager to give her a massage could I? Heh...

With a light, mental chuckle I faked a stern voice and asked, "are you sure? You know that would involve..."

"Just get on with it dad!" Jane snapped and turned around.

Something about how I was trying to avoid massaging the front part of her body irked her to an extent.

’Am I truly that unattractive?’

Jane had always been showered with praises from her peers, both men and women alike, so she felt she was pretty to a certain extent. It blossomed into a form of prideful belief that there was no man that wouldn’t be smitten by her charms. The thought only made her disdain men, and it was part of the reason she hadn’t dated before. Another reason was because of her father who had died, however that was a story for another day.

Now however... someone who she thought was only attracted by her mother’s charms, was immune to hers?

’Impossible!’ Jane scoffed internally.

She didn’t believe after fully seeing her perfect hourglass figure I would remain as calm as I was.

As she turned, her creamy breasts jiggled softly. Jane wriggled slightly and placed a pillow below her back. Her movements were slow and dangerously seductive. After she was done she wrapped her hand gently against her breast, her face flushed red and her legs slightly crossed, as though she was shy of the interaction.

But how couldn’t I tell what she was doing? Although her legs were crossed, it was parted to reveal the fact that she was a soaking mess, and she’d moved up, revealing the wet sheets below. Despite her hands being wrapped around her soft, firm boobs, her rock hard nipples were still visible. And her shy expression coupled with her flushed face, gave her a dangerous but beautiful allure.

’This girl...’

I could instinctively tell that my daughter was going to be the death of me...