CONTENT: Daddy, family, teen, dick sucking, cum shot, humping, teasing, dick teasing, seduction.
CHAPTER 1
Melody was always a wild child. From a young age, she would come home with scratched up knees, her dress in tatters and her hair clumped in pockets of thick, dry mud.
Unfortunately, things only got worse as she got older. By the time she turned eighteen she had been in trouble for shoplifting three times, and was suspended from school for smoking.
To say she was rebellious would be the understatement of the century. She deliberately looked for ways to upset her Mother.
So when the local cops picked her up for joyriding a neighbor’s car, we finally gave the okay to transport her to juvenile detention. Tough love. As expected, Melody refused to cooperate, screaming at the gate, as she was drugged into the compound by two hefty guys that looked like a cross between sumo wrestlers and outright thugs.
Her mother, as always, buckled under the pressure. The sight of her little girl being forcibly carted off by this brute force had her in tears. I had to remind her that unless something was done now, Melody would likely spend a life locked up behind bars.
The idea was enough for her mother to let her go and we drove home from the compound feeling like maybe this would finally be the kick in the ass that she needed to get her head on straight. I was just happy that she was gone, and I wouldn’t have to deal with her torment, as she fluttered around the house half dressed, desperately trying to catch my attention so she could call me out.
My wife and I arrived home to an answering machine stuffed with messages from Melody.
“So much for allowing her just one phone call,” I muttered as I hustled into the kitchen for a cold beer.
Her mother raced to the machine, clicking the Play button with fury, and listened to the teary apologies from a girl who knew how to play on her Mother’s emotions better than anyone. She was a pro at it, drawing her Mother in like a skille predator ready to pounce on her prey.
“We have to go back and get her!” my wife shrieked from the living room. “Bill, we have to go get her now!”
I sighed, knowing it would be another round of battle between her misfit daughter and my desperate plea for logic and common sense. I knew I’d always be on the losing side.
“We’re not getting her,” I replied, sucking down another gulp of my cold beer. “She needs to learn boundaries, and if you keep playing her games, she’ll never learn to respect you.”
I knew my argument was pointless, but I gave it a shot anyway. I refused to leave with my wife as she frantically grabbed the keys from the countertop.
“I have to go get her,” she replied, barely looking at me. “She’s my only child, Bill, and she needs me.”
“She’s hardly a child,” I replied, catching myself before I said too much. “She’s a grown woman for Christ sakes.”
Melody was certainly far from being the young girl her mother strived to keep her, with supple breasts that were larger than any other eighteen year old I’d ever seen, and extending curves that would make any grown man look twice.
I shook my head, partially in disgust and in mock agreement. I knew that there was nothing that I could say to stop he anyway, and so I kicked my feet up on the coffee table in resignation. She could go chase after her daughter. I was going to relax with my beer and watch a bit of football.
My peacefulness didn’t last long, and within an hour I heard the front door swing open as my wife and her daughter scrambled into the house, clutching each other tightly. “I’m so sorry, Mom,” my daughter whispered, hugging her Mother tightly. “I promise, things will change from here on out.”
My wife closed her eyes, her hands wrapped tightly into my stepdaughter’s hair. “I love you, Melody,” she sighed, unwilling to let go.
Melody faced me, her arms wrapped tightly around her Mother. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me dead square in the face. The coldness in her eyes was lethal.
She lifted her head from her Mother’s shoulder, nose turned up to the top of my brow, and grinned — or perhaps, snarled is a better description. Whatever it was, it told me that as much as I’d try to persuade my wife that she needed to get tough on her daughter, I would never win the war against this 5-foot vixen.
Melody turned her head slightly to the side and analyzed me, as I sat there unflinching, my head resting comfortably on the back of the sofa. Her pink tongue slid out of her mouth and flickered across her pouty lips.
I watched, with a sudden flood of heat finding its way to the crotch of my jeans. She caught me, and she knew it. Bitch. She stared back at me intently, watching me shift nervously on the sofa anxious for the swell in my pants to subside before my wife turned around and caught me, dead locked with her daughter – eye to eye as we dared one another to make the first move.
She had me. Her golden hair glistening in the light, her long polished fingernails now making their way to her open mouth. Her sharp blue eyes impaled me, cutting through the thick wall I had so carefully put up between us. She knew how to play her mother for sympathy and me, for much more.
How far she was willing to go was yet to be seen, but she had me. Check fuckin mate. Here I was, sitting half naked in nothing but my dark blue boxers, trying to greet the morning with a hot cup of black coffee and a smile on my face.
With one finger, I flicked over the page of the daily newspaper that lay spread out on the table before me hoping to see something positive in the headlines but of course, it was murder, rape and a B&E into a local shop, just a few miles away.
Same old shit. I pushed the paper away and drank the rest of my coffee, anxious to head out to work before Melody decided to make her way downstairs.
My peaceful morning was quickly interrupted as I heard her bare feet prancing down the stairs just a few feet away. Dam her, she was up before I could leave. I was hoping to avoid her again.
“Hey you,” she grinned, peeking around the corner. “Up early, huh?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, annoyed at myself for not having skipped the coffee so I could make an early exit.
“I have a full day at work, so I wanted to get in early.”
I was lying and she knew it. The sly grin that peeled the corner of her face said as much.
“Ahh, I see,” she replied, fumbling her way into the kitchen. As usual, she had on a tight t-shirt, one size too small and shorts that hugged her ass and squeezed around her thighs. I tried hard to resist the urge to thoroughly check her out. God knows, I was getting harder each day.
Melody came closer, almost taunting me. She bent over the table, laying her chest on the smooth oak and grabbed an orange from the bamboo basket that lay in the middle of the table.
Her firm, puffy breasts pushed against the wood, and I did my best to look away quickly, but I was a second too late. She caught me as I took her in, eyeing her small firm body as it lay draping the table in front of me.
Melody grinned at me like a player in a chess match, knowing she could dominate me at her desire.
“Well, I have no plans for the day but to take a bubble bath and read a book,” she announced in a voice barely above a whisper.
I shook my head in agreement, although I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing to.
“Sounds like a good day,” was about all I could manage to muster.
My dick felt heavy in my shorts, as I watched my daughter slide off the table, deliberately letting her v-cut t-shirt hang against the table, so her breasts were clearly exposed.
I sucked in my breath as I watched my daughter’s creamy tits jiggle right in front of my face. I could see the roundness of her light pink nipples, as they hugged against her t-shirt, poking against the thin cloth.
Melody looked at me, her mouth forming a small pout.
“I wish you could stay home and play with me,” she whispered, sliding her tiny little ass over to the side of my chair, so she was standing just inches away.
Here we go again, I thought, as I watched my young daughter do her best seduction act. I wasn’t going to fall for it.
I knew her game. Seduce Daddy and then tell Mommy all about it so I’d be kicked to the curb and she’d be the Queen of her domain Wasn’t going to happen.
“Yeah, sorry, maybe we can spend some time together another day,” I replied nonchalantly, as if I didn’t care one way or another. The truth was, I did. Her body was so damn hot and curvy, that I could barely stop thinking of how I’d love to fuck her. I can’t even begin to tell you how many nights I’d masturbate to the fantasy of sliding my hard cock into her tiny pussy, or having my little girl kneel down, as I jammed my dick into her throat.