Finding My Stepdaughter's Phone

I’d been with Beth’s mum for two years now, both of us divorced when we met. Beth had moved in too despite being eighteen, not wanting to live with her dad and not wanting to branch out on her own just yet. I soon found out why.

Beth was a plain Jane, 5′ 4″ tall and quite skinny, her hair always up in a bun or a loose ponytail. I assumed skinny as she always wore baggy loose dowdy looking clothing, not particularly fashionable. She didn’t need to as she rarely left the house. She had friends from college who came around, but when they went out drinking Beth stayed home. She was quiet, quite bashful, and I presumed still a virgin, there’d been no sign of boyfriends since I’d known her.

She was the polar opposite of her mum. Marie was loud, always first on the karaoke, always first on the dancefloor, always up for a laugh. On the odd occasion that we’d got Beth to go to a party with us, she’d pulled a face at her mum’s antics, saying she was showing them up. She’d also had a moan at us for what she described as ‘excess unwarranted noise’, what she called our loud lovemaking. Marie was a screamer when she got going.

Over the course of the two years, since Beth had warmed to me a little, she did have a sense of humour deep down and also loved playing video games like me. It gave us something to talk about, our topic that her mum didn’t share, and was an easy excuse to start a conversation with her.

Marie had gone on a week-long course for her work and asked several times if Beth would be fine.

“Don’t worry,” I told her, “we’ll manage without you somehow.”

She fussed over Beth before leaving, who pulled a face at her telling her to just go already. I made breakfast and sat at the kitchen table opposite her.

“You don’t have college today, do you? Do you want to go somewhere, I have today off work,” I asked.

“Jodie’s coming to pick me up, we’re going to Ellen’s to study together,” she muttered.

“Okay, no problem,” I responded, sort of glad she was leaving the house at least.

Thirty minutes later we heard a car horn and Beth walked to the door.

“Bye, see you later,” she smiled.

I waved her off, and she seemed happy enough and it was more of a conversation than I’d been expecting from her. As it was still quite early I looked for a few odd jobs to do, thinking if the sun held out I could sit in the garden for a while later. I sorted out some laundry that had been cleaned and ironed and sorted them into piles. Walking upstairs, I went to our bedroom first and dropped off mine and Marie’s clothes. I walked across the landing to Beth’s room, pushing the door open with my foot.

I put the clothes on an ottoman Beth had at the end of her bed, then heard a sound. I looked at where the noise was coming from and recognised Beth’s phone case. She’d be gutted when she realised she’d left her phone. I picked it up and saw she’d had a message from someone called John. I could only read the first part “That video was…”.

I was intrigued and swiped to unlock the phone. Who was John? Maybe I could find Ellen or Jodie’s numbers and ask them to tell her that her phone was still here. The phone asked for a pin code, four digits. I tried her birthday, her mum’s birthday, and as a long shot my birthday. I looked at the keypad numbers. B-2, E-3, T-8, H-4. I was in.

“That video was great, and you said you had loads more?” the message read in full.

There was no video on the message, so it must have been sent separately. I found her messages, and the one sent to John. It surprised me as I wasn’t expecting it. It was quite tame, but Beth was sitting on the ottoman suggestively running a marker pen across her lips and into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she did so, then moaned out loud and held the pen pointing at her face with her mouth open and her tongue out.

If John had been pleased with that, then he probably had the same impression of her that I had. I checked a few others from around the same time, from a while ago, still mostly tame, the strongest probably with her pinching her nipples through her dress. I still don’t know what made me continue searching, curiosity taking over, but I checked the dates and moved forward around six months, scrolling down to the bottom of the folder. I clicked on a link, and only five other videos were after this point.

The video started with her setting up her phone, her face right by it, pointing it in the right direction. She’d already clicked play and as she moved back, her hair was down and covered her breasts, bare shoulders poking out. As she moved I noticed she’d filmed in her bedroom, the ottoman behind her.

She leant back further and her hair fell away, revealing a very nice pair of pert breasts, at a guess around a 32B. She had a vest top on which had been pulled down under them, and leaning back further revealed a skimpy pair of red knickers. I assumed this was a continuation of a previous video, but stayed watching, transfixed on the screen.

She tossed her hair around and then leaned into the camera, pinching her nipples, her breasts not moving as she swayed about. She sat back, then twisted and pointed her arse at the camera. I felt a familiar surge in my loins as blood rushed to my cock. The girl on camera was a completely different girl from the one that I knew.

She then reached down and removed her knickers, showing them to the camera, then turned her arse again, keeping her legs tightly shut in the ultimate tease. She turned back, removed her vest top, and the rest of the video was her teasing her nipples and licking her fingers like a mini cock.

The video finished, and I scrolled straight to the bottom one. The date on this said it was saved two weeks previous. I started playing it and gasped immediately. There was no hiding in this one, Beth was fully naked except for a latex bondage-type suit, straps all around her body. She faced the camera, tweaked her nipples until they were hard, then reached down and fixed two washing line pegs to them, wincing as she did so.

Beth stood, no underwear in the way this time, her very neat looking freshly shaved pussy staring back at me. Staring directly at the camera she rubbed a finger along her slit, pushing her folds apart as she got wetter and wetter, eventually pushing three fingers inside. I started imagining she was doing it for me, not for the camera. The camera was now my point of view.

Beth squatted and reached out, pulling a mirror across and placing it between her legs. Now I had two angles of her swollen mound. Still squatting, she used one hand to play with her pussy while the other pulled at the pegs, not enough for them to come off, but enough to stretch her nipples before she let go, letting them spring back into place.

“You like that? You want to play too?” she asked the camera.

I found myself nodding as she reached over and her hand came back into view, holding a large thick realistic dildo, a very large dildo at that. I pulled off my t-shirt and as she started stroking and licking the dildo, I removed my shorts. Putting them on the floor I glanced to where her hand would have gotten the dildo from, her chest of drawers. I moved over and opened the top drawer to find lots and lots of lacy underwear of all colours and kinds. Thongs, g-strings, bodystockings, camisoles and teddies, all lacey and see-through.

Looking back at the camera she had completely coated the dildo in saliva, and I watched on as she stuck it to the mirror. I watched as she wiggled her hips, lining the dildo up, then sunk right down onto it quickly, taking her breath away. She paused, all of the dildo inside herself, and smiled. I opened the second drawer and it contained some books lying flat. I pulled the books out, and saw the dildo from the video, alongside four or five others, all of a similar size and thickness, one of them black as coal.

I took one out and felt a little inadequate. I’ve never had a problem with the size before, my erection being 8″ long, but this dildo dwarfed it. I stroked my cock to erection and the dildo was much longer, probably around 12″ long. I took them all out, and lay them on the bed, each one was the same length.

I looked back at the camera, my stepdaughter taking the dildo with ease as she rode it, her hands reaching down and pulling her pussy lips apart for her willing viewer. With each thrust she took the entire dildo inside, pulling out to the very tip before sinking again. She suddenly stopped, stood up, then twisted and faced away from the camera.

Picking up a second mirror she placed it on an angle against the ottoman, then squatted onto the dildo again. Now she watched herself in the second mirror, being able to watch herself on the screen while the viewer could still see her facial expressions.

My cock twitched on seeing her pert little arse, not massive but a little too round compared to the rest of her frame. She rode the dildo again, her arsehole twitching as the dildo pushed against her inner walls, and smiling she reached back with both hands pulling her arsehole wide open. She groaned now as she rode, then placing one hand into her mouth, she reached back and inserted two fingers into her arse. She fingered her arse for a while while riding the dildo, then looked over her shoulder at the camera.

“Oh, your friend is here and watching us fuck. He has an erection too. It would be rude not to let him join in, right?” she purred.

Pausing slightly, she reached over and pulled another dildo over, again coating it in saliva before standing and then sticking it onto the mirror, adjacent to the first one. This time she knelt, lifted one leg to line the dildos up and then lowered herself a little more slowly this time. It was one continuous motion, eventually having both holes filled. She smiled at the camera again.

“Oh, he couldn’t wait, he’s in my arse, and he’s as big as you too,” she whispered seductively.

I watched in awe. Fuck this being my stepdaughter, this girl had two 12″ dildos filling both her holes. I stroked my cock as she rode them, again reaching back and pulling her buttocks apart, her one leg still raised so that her pussy lips and her anal wall could be seen both gripping the dildos as she rode them faster and faster. She paused now and again and slowly raised off the dildos, enhancing the view of her pussy lips gripping the dildo tightly.