stepdaughter. I was acutely aware that she wasn't wearing a bra, both because off the soft pressure of her round nubile breasts against me and the feel of her firm back under my hands. I stepped back to look at her and saw that she was wearing one of my old khaki, long-sleeved army shirts and a pair of white cotton panties. Only the top two buttons of the shirt were fastened, so I had an unobstructed view of her smooth, white tummy and long legs. Considering that she was now