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Shahlah Jacobson thought she had a perfect life. Mostly.

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Granted, her life hadn't started off perfectly, mostly or otherwise. Her father had become enamored with an Iranian man, and Shahlah had been the result of the romance. But the romance quickly devolved into abuse and control from her biological father, who left her mother and her when Shahlah was five,

No problem. When Shahlah was nine, Shahlah's mother would meet the man who would become Shahlah's stepfather.

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Shahlah loved her stepfather. But she loved all her family. Shahlh's stepfather was a commercial artist who still kept tabs with his classical roots. He was successful enough that he could run his own business out of their office. But he also taught an art history class at the local college, and drew "non-commercially", as he called it. And though Shahlah had no talent of her own, her stepfather made sure Shahlah was still introduced to his world. He had not only taught her about different artists and artistic movements throughout history, but also how to appreciate and critically analyze art as a whole.

Shahlah had a good relationship with her mother. Mostly. Well, Shahalah's felt her slightly nerdy mathlete daughter should be outgoing, and she definitely did not appreciate the mostly frumpy, form hiding clothes her eighteen year old daughter wore. But Shahlah still appreciated her mother. Well, things had become strained between Shahlah's mother and stepfather, and she knew her stepfather spent some nights on the couch in his office, but he always said that was because he was working late. And if the two were having problems, they were going to great lengths not to expose their kids to their marital strife.

And Shahlah adored her little five year old brother. Mostly.

Hunter was blonde and blue eyed (the same as everyone else in the family except Shahlah) and was just as sweet as he could be. He would sit by Shahlah on the couch, cuddle up to her, and ask her for a story if she wasn't busy. Or just sit there and be sweet and good if she was busy.

Hunter was perfect. Mostly.

Except Hunter would draw on anything if given a chance. In response to Hunter's artistic exuberance, the walls were painted with wipeable paints, Hunter was given special crayons, and anything you didn't want drawn on, was locked up and put away. Because Hunter would listen and obey about everything except drawing.

Which is where the story begins.

Shahlah's stepfather would keep his office locked, to ensure that Hunter didn't draw on any of the more expensive books he had on his shelves. In addition, all important papers were kept locked in the bottom drawer of the office.

Shahlah and her mother had keys to the office, and Shahlah went into the office one to use the family printer. While she was printing out a paper due on Monday, she noticed the bottom drawer of the desk was ajar. She was about to close the drawer when a folder in it caughter eye. It was titled "Life Drawings." Shahlah immediately knew that meant Nude Sketches. Although she was a modest young woman (overly modest, in her mother's opinion), Shahlah wasn't shocked about the idea of her father making nude sketches. That's what artists did, after all. She would have been more shocked if her father made landscape paintings. He did have curt words about that sort of thing.

Curious, Shahlah pulled out the folder and began flipping through it. She didn't recognize some of the models, of course, but assumed they were student models her father had met at the college. One of the models, though, looked familiar to Shahlah. It took the teen a few minutes to recognize who the nude woman was in those sketches. It was HER!

Shahal was more than a little shocked that her father has been imagining her nude. Well, he had not only been imagining, he had been mentally airbrushing the nude mental image of his stepdaughter. The young woman in these pictures was gorgeous! It was sort of like the optimized version of what Shahlah thought she could ever aspire to.

Probably the only thing her stepfather had not improved on, Shahlah though with a self-conscious smirk, was the size of Shahlah's breasts in the sketches. But then she couldn't really fault her father on that. After all, with the frumpy clothes she made sure she was wearing any time she stepped out of her room, he had no idea on how to guess. The breasts in the sketches looked to be about a cup smaller than Shahlah's D cup.

Still, the part of Shahlah's mind that her stepfather had trained to look at a drawing analytically thought they were good, if woefully inaccurate. So Shahlah took a couple of post its from the desk, wrote some critiques, attached it to the drawings, then returned them to the bottom drawer. This time, though, she made sure the bottom drawer was locked. Hunter definitely didn't need to get to those pictures!

Chuckling, Shahlah locked up her father's office, headed to her bedroom, did a few things on the compute, then called it a night. At ten o'clock on a Friday night, Shahlah was happily asleep in her own bedroom.
 
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Stephen chuckled,"I'm glad, I don't think I want to be someone she doesn't like....thanks for the advice."

He stepped back into the lounge after he had cleaned his hands, moving up to Shamira, not looking directly, he sat down next to her, a good amount of space between them and put his hand on the couch between them so she could see it and then smiled softly,"Sharmira, I went a little far, I'm sorry I didn't think about it. You are just very beautiful, both as a person, and as a woman and I wanted to capture that. I overstepped and I hope you can forgive me."

He glanced up at Shahlah, trying to see if he had phrased it in a way that wasn't going to upset anyone, he really didn't like to upset the three girls that held his world together when it had come close to falling apart.
 
"I...I guess it's all right...Dad," Shamira said. She forced herself to stretch her legs and remove her arms from her chest, then reached out her hand and took Stephen's with a little smile. Shahlah plopped on the other side of Stephen and took his other hand.

"So I think this deserves a toast with grape juice," Shahlah laughed, then added, "And as penance, Dad has to draw whatever Shamira decides for next Saturday.

This got a laugh from Shamira as she stood up and pulled at Stephen and Shahlah to follow her to the dining table.
 
He smiled as her hand reached out to his, giving it a little squeeze, and chuckled at Shahlah's penance,"Agreed....."

He let the girls pull him up and off to the table. He had a feeling the next week was going to be a lot smoother and he was happy to be settling into something of a routine now it was just the three..well five of them with his two new 'daughters'.

Trying to keep in the good graces he simply held Shamira's hand till she let it go, letting her dictate that side of things for a little longer.
 
Shamira did let go of that hand when they got to the dining room table. Any further discussion was cut off by Sarai bringing the dishes.

"Seafood bisque and vegetable fried rice," she said, putting two big bowls on the table. "Granted, not necessarily two dishes that mesh well together, but your refrigerator is something of a hodgepodge. I'll start correcting that this week."

Sarai disappeared back into the kitchen, and brought back a plate of garlic toast and a large pitcher of white grape juice.

"So, I think the game around the dinner table should be truth and dare, except no dares. Just truth," Sarai said as she poured everyone a glass. "Any objection if I go first?"

"I am not sure..." Shamira began.

"It's an opportunity to open up and grow closer," Shahlah told her friend. "And it's just us. Okay, I'm in."

Shamira looked reluctant, but nodded.

"Dad?" Sarai asked.
 
Stephen nodded to Sarai,"The refrigerator is all yours, my girl, do with it what you will."

His eyebrow rose as Sarai suggested the game, he looked at her, of all of them she was the one who tended to make a plan and then move to get it,"Do you play chess, Sarai?" The question was independent but it was because he suspected she was moving towards something and he wasn't sure where it was,"I suspect you either are good at it, or would be if you did."

Looking at Shamira he smiled and then at Shahlah,"I'll play, but Shamira gets a veto if she wants, just once."

He looked at Sarai, expecting the question to come his way,"So, Sarai, your turn I believe?"
 
"Actually, I get all the turns," Sarai said. "And I'm not 'your girl," she added with an extended tongue. "But yes, I'm ranked, rated and titled in the Chess Federation, Dad," she laughed. "Or since you're trying to call me 'your gir.'"

"Be nice, Sarai," Shahlah said, "And me and Shamira get as many vetoes we want. For that, you get all the turns." Shahlah looked at Shamira, who just gave a small nod of her head.

"We'll see," Sarai said with a smirk. She then turned to Stephen and asked, "So, Stephen, did you enjoy looking at our nipples?"

"Sarai!" Shahlah said, obviously shocked.

"Just a question," Sarai said. "I think you enjoyed the experience, Shahlah. I'm pretty sure your nipples got harder just by talking and thinking about it."

Shahlah's face was glowing as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ok, I'm teasing everyone a little...well, a lot," Sarai said, "But this is a safe place, and I'm curious, and, well, Dad did a good job of showing us how attractive we are, and now I want to know his thoughts on some of our assets."

Surprisingly, Shamira had a thoughtful look on her face through all this, and nodded in agreement with Sarai.
 
His eyebrow rose,"So I'm Dad because you want it, so you're my girl if I want." He smirked, not taking his eyes off the blonde,"I usually say it when I've caught someone doing something that I don't necessarily approve of...for future reference."

Her question brought a grin to his face, as he watched the others work their way through it, although Shamira's response surprised him, he looked at Shahlah and smiled,"I used to play a little chess, although I'm not as clever as Sarai over here I can see a pattern developing as good as the next person but let's play this game Sarai, see if you end up where I think you're going....."

He looked at Shahlah and explained,"This has been whirling around in her head since she asked if I did a particular kind of drawing, the first time I drew the both of you." He gestured to Sarai,"But like I said, this is an avenue I'm not ashamed to be walking down,"Sarai, I enjoy the human form, nipples are part of the human form." He smirked at Sarai, not taking his eyes off of her,"So are penises, vaginas, legs, arms and rear ends...and I've drawn them all, I've appreciated the beauty in all of them."

He gestured at the other two,"But it's not sexualized....it's the perfection of form. You three meet many of the requirements for perfect form....so, did I like looking at your nipples? Yes, they are extremely alluring and added to the contrast of the picture, the innocence of sleep shirts with the allure of beautiful woman being all but naked underneath." He pointed at Sarai,"What's the next question?"
 
"I think...I will go get some ice cream to serve," Sarai said. With that, she retreated to the kitchen.

Shahlah was still blushing from the conversation, her arms still safely crossed over her chest. Shamira was looking thoughtful.

"So, you only enjoy looking because of artistic appreciation?" she asked, the soft tone of her voice strangely neutral.
 
Stephen watched Sarai leave and he let out a long breath,"She's not done yet....she's still got some more whirling plans."

He gave Shahlah what he hoped was a calming smile which slipped, just a little at Shamira's question and he looked at her,"You know I can't lie to you, Shamira, but I'm not sure I understand the question. Are you asking if I like the way you look?" He suspected she was asking a much more difficult question for him to answer but he wanted her to trust him,"Can you ask it a different way, Shamira, so I can answer as honestly as possible."

He glanced at his step-daughter and then at Shamira again, looking just a little nervous as he added,"But make sure whatever it is that you ask that you really want to know the answer. Game or no game, I'm not going to lie to you."
 
Shamira's eyebrow furrowed. Then she stood up and tugged her sleep shirt, straightening out the wrinkles from sitting down.

"I do not play games, Mr. Jacobson. Dad," she corrected herself, her eyes cast down. In a quiet voice, she added, "I know you have artistic appreciation for my form, as you call it. For Shahlah's form. For Sarai's form. How do you feel about my form besides artistic appreciation? Or Shahlah's?" Shahlah looked startled to be included in this discussion. When Sarai stuck her head back in from the kitchen, curious about where this was going, Shamira added her in. "Or Sarai's?"
 
He sighed, he knew what she was really asking, and he was trying to dodge it so he nodded,"Very well, Shamira, you want to know if I find all of you attractive? My drawings don't lie. I find all three of you extremly alluring, sexy I suppose is the right word." He looked a little bit uncomfortable, but he suspected he knew where this was going and while he wasn't really wanting to go down this path he was having few choices while maintaining the trust they had given him,"I find all three of you 'hot'.....yes."

He looked at the three of them,"Why is this important to you, Shamira?"
 
"I know some men find me attractive," Shamira began. "But it is in the way a man finds you attractive because you are there, and they want you to be available. But there is a difference between being attractive simply because a man wants you to be available, and nothing beyond that, and to be beautiful. I have never thought about being beautiful. I was embarrassed because..." here Shamira paused, her face red, her voice becoming even quieter "....you were looking at my body. But I suppose it was exciting and flattering and...intriguing." The last word seemed to have caught Shamira by surprise. "And it feels safe to ask you and talk about it. I would be in control no matter what, but," Shamira paused, before adding. "I would be control because you would give me that choice, not because I could make sure that I have the choice."

Both Sarai and Shahlah looked absolutely stunned to hear all this from their friend. Shamira resumed her seat and watched Stephen expectantly, waiting to see what his reaction would be.
 
Stephen blinked and then opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and pondered for a moment and then smiled,"Shamira, if you would like to ask me or talk about it go right ahead. I will answer you honestly and you are in control. When I first started drawing Shahlah I said it to her, and I'll say it to you, if I draw you, or look at you or you simply have a question. Ask, my mind is yours to pick at."

Frowning he wasn't sure if she was asking him a question or asking him for permission,"Did I answer you? Did I miss something? I feel like this is super important and I don't want to mess this up." He ran his hand over his face and sat back, looking at Sarai,"And I'm sorry if I came across as attacking you earlier, I just felt like you were trying to catch me in something...which likely means I have a guilty conscience....did you also have some questions?"
 
"Maybe I was trying to catch you at something...but not in a bad way," Sarai said. "Anyway, you did make us feel beautiful, even if you did so looking at some of our naught parts," she added with a laugh. "And Shahlah, drop your arms, it's too late for that anyway." Shahlah stayed red, but she slowly dropped her arms to the side.

"How about another movie and sleep night?" Sarai asked. "You can take the couch again, Dad."
 
"Naughty parts?", he eyes Sarai and chuckled,"I suppose that's one way, I looked at your whole you, not just the parts you are comfortable with.", he smiled at Shahlah and shook his head before looking at Sarai,"Everyone is still comfortable with this?"

He sat back, it had taken a wierd turn but it had ended up sort of...fine, looking at the three of them he said,"That's fine, but if any of you have questions or anything I can do relating to this to help you understand or...well I don't even know what. You know where I live, right?"
 
"And where you go to watch the movies...and other stuff," Sarai laughed. "Why don't you go get your sleeping bag, get settled on the couch and find a movie you want to watch?" Sarai instructed. "We'll get the snacks and everything." With that Sarai led the other two young women into the kitchen.
 
Stephen smirked and gave Sarai a look,"Yes, Ma'am." Out of the three she was the one he had to watch the most....although Shamira kept surprising him. Although hers was usually a different way of thinking rather than a plan to control events.

He was 100% sure the three girls were discussing what had just occurred but in the end he had done what he thought was best. He gathered his gear, settled on the couch and had the Matrix, the original uncut version, loaded and ready to go for when the girls got back.
 
The girls hurriedly brought in snacks and drinks into the family room, then ran up to Shahlah's bedroom. In a few minutes, they all came running down with sleeping bags underneath their arms.

Shamira stopped at the bottom of the stairs and asked, "Do you like sleeping together with all of us, Dad? To me, it feels...connected, to wake up in the middle of the night and hear everyone breathing."
 
Stephen watched the girls come down, he was already buried in his sleeping back with the tv control in his hand. He smiled at Shamira's question and nodded,"Yes, I've always preferred waking up to hear other people breathing."

Granted it had always been a wife or lover but there was no need to muddy the waters any further,"There is also something peaceful about watching those you love sleep. Shahlah doesn't know but when she was little I'd come stand in her room and listen to her breath when I couldn't sleep....very calming."
 
"And I'm sure Shahlah is a lot more fun to watch breathing now," Sarai said, with a pointed stare at Shahlah's chest. The other teen shrieked in embarrassment, then threw a pillow at Sarai.

"Oh, it's on now," Sarai laughed, and launched a tickling attack at the darker teen. Soon the two were rolling around. Shamira tried to intervene and, considering she had taken down two larger men in the same living room, she should have been able to subdue the other two with ease. Yet somehow, those martial arts skills of hers never came into play, as the three rolled around, tickling and being tickled, while their shirts rose up high enough to expose their legs and occasional flashes of white, conservative panties.
 
Stephen wisely decided not to answer that question, watching as it devolved into a wrestling fight. Smirking he watched for a few moments then climbed out of his sleeping bag. He wasn't about to wrestle with three eighteen year old girls, that would be a fantasy for a lot of men, but he was still not a hundered percent sure what would trigger Shamira to go into full ninja and have him in a nerve pinch. Instead he grabbed a pillow in each hand and started bashing away, smacking whichever girl was closest with the pillow grumbling as he did,"Hey, hey, calm down I'm trying to watch a movie!"

Of course this didn't stop him from popping them in the head with a pillow if they so much as dared to look up as he pummeled them with his pair of pillows battering away as he joined in the play.
 
"Save me, Daddy," Shamira giggled, pulling out of the trio and leaping unto Stephen's lap, a good deal of her leg exposed as she did so.

"Coward," Sarai laughed as she and Shahlah rolled off each other and sat, semi-sprawled and facing Stephen. Shahlah stuck her tongue out at the two and giggled, her arms going around Stephen's neck.
 
Stephen caught the pretty girl, pulling her close to his chest, his pale hands sliding over her leg as he protectively pushed her against his chest Chuckling, she certainly wasn't nine any more,"I'll keep you safe, my darling"

Looking at Sarai he pulled a tongue at her,"You're just jealous! She out thought you and took a strategic option....she's not a coward. She's my brave girl."

Snickering he patted her thigh lightly before teasing Shamira,"But you are not a little girl anymore. Warn me before you jump on me next time? I think you broke my leg!"
 
"I think everyone should come up here and give me and Daddy a hug," Shamira said, snuggling against Stephen. The other two girls exchanged a look, perplexed both at the easy was Shamira had started calling Stephen 'Daddy' (as opposed to Sarai's cheekish use of the title) as well as almost the little girl attitude she had assumed. Nevertheless, they complied and crawled up on the couch, giving Stephen and Shamira a "group hug."
 
Stephen wasn't thinking clearly, but the little girl act Shamira was putting on spoke to a darker part of Stephen and he relished it, reaching up to stroke her hair. He almost reluctantly released her to hug the other two as they climbed up.

The part of him that was a man was acutely aware of three attractive girls curled up on top of him in a very small amount of clothing and yet he hugged them. And then he chuckled,"Alright, girls...back to your sleeping bags! Or we'll never get through the movie!" His body was starting to react and he needed to move Shamira before she noticed....if she hadn't already!

Patting Shahlah's rear, about the only part he could reach he tried to shoo them off without appearing urgent.
 
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