Broken Home (Tyr & Risi)

[Tyr]

Daniel had been notified that he should expect Child Protective Services to drop off a young girl this afternoon. Though he wasn’t privy to her personal file the social worker explained that Elisa had been to several homes and had been disruptive to family dynamics, whatever the hell that meant. This whole thing about fostering children had been his wife Jennifer’s idea, no that was incorrect his ex-wife’s idea. The bitch had felt that since they didn’t have children they could provide a warm and inviting place for troubled children. So she’d signed them up, forced him to go to various new age idiotic classes on parenting, and then somewhere along the line she’d found another guy to fill her emotional needs and her fucking pussy. The only things he was thankful for was they didn’t have kids and he didn’t have to pay alimony. As soon as he could get the papers through the court he’d been done with her forever, and she could go back to her boy toy and play hide the salami.

As much as he wanted to tell the social worker to pound salt and take the vagabond kid and go, with the turn in the economy he needed the extra money. Plus how much work did you really have to do to watch a teenager? All he figured he needed to do was give the kid a place to crash and collect the check. So he waited wondering what kind of unclean ugly toothless raggedy muffin they would give him. The doorbell rang.

Daniel lived in a nice 2,000 square foot home on several acres with a large pool. The home was outside of the higher density suburban copy cat subdivision that seemed to be ever expanding during the building boom. He’d built the home, and was proud of it, as it was a nice contemporary open floor plan. Putting down the beer he’d been drinking, Daniel made his way to the large wooden front door. Standing 6’1” and working his entire life in the demolition trade, he was in excellent shape even though he was now thirty-one years old. The shirt was loose, and had short sleeves, his pants were just slightly worn blue jeans.

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Trying to put at least some smile on he opens the door and greets the two people waiting at his door.

Hello, come on in. I’m Daniel.

 

[Risi]

That bitch told her she was like a free prostitute; selling her body for free really. Now she was in the car, waiting to arrive at the new foster parent's house. With a sigh she wondered how long it would take to brake the new male foster parent in, she never did get that iPod that she wanted from her last one. Elisa had been told that this home had no other children and only a man, Mr. Johnson, that lived there. Her pouty lips pursed, the chapstick on them shining slightly in the light from the window, she only had about six months left in the system and it was ridiculous that she was still being carted around from home to home.

"Miss Antigone you need to be on your best behavior this time. No more of seducing the fathers to get what you want. You have six months left, and if you don't, I'll have to put you in juvenile hall for whatever time you have left."

These were the words that were told to her by her caretaker in the system, her eyes rolled as he told her this though. She couldn't understand why they just couldn't let her out already, six months wasn't that long. But they were nearly there, or so said the homely woman that was taking her, like she had many times before.

"Turn on your charm, not your sex appeal," she told Elisa as she slowed to a stop in front of a large house, popped the trunk, and got out of the car. With another audible sigh, Elisa hiked up her black skirt slightly, school girl pleated but without the plaid and tugged at the simple blue v-neck shirt. Her little pumps gave her 5' 4" a boost as she retrieved her things from the trunk, a rolling suitcase and a large bag slung over her shoulder. As Mrs. Middleton rang the doorbell she hissed, "Don't be a slut. I don't want to be back here." But as soon as she finished, the door opened and her tone changed completely, "Hello there Mr. Johnson, we spoke on the phone? I'm Mrs. Middleton and this is Elise Antigone."

Elise said nothing but gave a slight smile an a wave, twirling her wavy chestnut hair playfully. She knew how to work her body, as she pushed out her chest slightly as she walked into his large house. Her heels clicked quietly as she wheeled her bag in and walked around, knowing that the two adults would have to take care of some paperwork without her.

 

[Tyr]

Opening the door and finding the two women waiting wasn’t a shock what was a surprise was the girl accompanying the frumpy older woman, she was a young hot babe. Yeah she was under eighteen, but nothing about her body conveyed that, instead she looked all grown up. Mike nodded as he welcomed them in, already forgetting the old woman’s name, like it mattered. The home was nicely appointed and still had some traces of a feminine touch, though he’d been slowly replacing them with more masculine things. Mike shuts the door after welcoming them both inside; the large wood door closes with a thud. Looking between them there was obviously something going on, but Daniel didn’t have an idea what. Following them into the living room, he had an opportunity to check out the young girl, though that was probably inappropriate, but who could blame a guy.

To get this over with as quickly as possible he immediately inquires with what’s her name the social worker. As the kitchen opened up to the living area, he could see the partially consumed beer bottle on the counter, at first he was going to go deal with it, then decided that he was over 21 and if the social worker wanted to say something, she could go fuck herself, which was probably the only action she was getting.

Is there something I need to sign, or anything else you need from me?

He didn’t add though he thought it, before I shove your ass out the door. Social workers as a group got on his nerves if for no other reason; than they thought they knew better than anyone else how to do things, just another example of government gone wrong. Daniel knew from his own childhood a little strict discipline and a firm hand and most kids would tow the line.

I believe you folks have already inspected the house, and got all the relevant paperwork from me long ago.

He didn’t add or that bitch of an ex-wife of mine. The room was sort of clean, a large plasma television dominating one wall, a big leather couch, and the other various appointments you would expect in anyone’s house. A few pictures hanging of him hunting, fishing and off roading, all picture of his ex were long ago discarded. He was going to ask when he should expect his first check, but thought better of it, he could always call in a day or two and find out. So as he stood there waiting for a response, he wondered just what the hell got this girl in trouble with the other foster parents, she didn’t look like any sort of juvenile delinquent or psycho, then again his ex hadn’t either, so you never knew.

 

[Risi]

It was a larger house than she was used to, usually the foster homes were full with kids in closet-sized rooms to get more checks for money from the government. She passed the beer bottle with a look, remembering the breath of a previous foster caretaker, she would never call them fathers, and how he had fondled her one night as a young teen. Ever since then, alcohol had turned her stomach. Her eyes moved to the pictures and things on the wall as she left her suitcase in the middle of the floor. Elisa admired the strength of the man's body, his muscles while holding up a fish, the puffed out chest as he took a picture beside a dead deer, she couldn't figure out why this man hadn't a wife.

A few minutes later she heard Mrs. Middleton leave and but she did not turn to give him her attention, he would have to earn that from her. She did put her hands behind her back as she looked around at his things, her breasts pressed outwards and fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt to draw attention to her rump. She went through of her checklist of things she wanted, iPod, a new phone, and perhaps a laptop. But first, she would need to feel him out, cozy up to him really; something she couldn't do if she clawed for his attention, it needed to be the other way around.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood as she surveyed the house slightly, not peaking into rooms necessarily, but just attempting to figure out what was where. Elisa noticed the large screen and the worn leather couch, leather was something she loved, and the decorations that would have never been picked out by a man. For a moment she wondered if he was gay, but his looks upon her body when he greeted her at the door said otherwise. With a sigh, she finally leaned up against the counter in the kitchen, crossing her arms to accentuate her breasts more. Her large dark eyes batted slightly at him, attempting to read his body language.

 

[Tyr]

The home was a ranch style single story home with the master and two guest bedrooms on a wing. One guest bedroom converted to an office and workout room, the other was for Elisa. The large master was an up to date with a large bathroom with a big multi-head shower and Jacuzzi tub. The guest bathroom was a smaller simple tub/shower combo and a single sink with a minimal amount of appointments. The guest bedroom had a double bed, empty dresser, and a small closet.

Daniel escorted the social worker out, and was happy to see her go. Now all he had to do was show the guest room to the kid, and he should basically be done. Daniel had a game on the television he wanted to watch, so the quicker he could get the girl situated the faster he could get to the game. The girl did seem to have an attitude but that was only a guess, either way that was her problem not his, because he wasn’t going to put up with any bitch's issues.

Hey let me show you to your room.

Guiding her down the hall.

This is your room; the guest bathroom is down the hall over there. There should be towel and stuff in the bathroom. The laundry room is off the kitchen if you need to wash something. If you're hungry you can rifle around kitchen, should be something edible. Anything else you need?

Daniel doesn’t even try to get to know her or why she was a foster child. The conversation was mechanical and showed a high degree of disinterest. Daniel didn’t want to hear her problems or to sit around discussing them. The government had an army of psychologists, and social workers to help the kids deal with their problems, all he was supposed to do was watch over them, and give them a place to live.

When you’re settled in we can discuss the house rules and what I expect from you.

The tone was matter of fact, as Daniel prepared to turn and return to the main room, and his half finished beer.

 

[Risi]

At first, the new foster parents were usually clingy and annoying, but he seemed distant and as if he wanted nothing to do with her; this might be harder than she thought. "I don't think I need anything, thank you." She gave him a half smile as she pulled her suitcase down the hall and into her new room. It was fairly big and gave her a lot more room than her previous one. As he left her to be alone she began to unpack her clothes, shoes, and some random pictures of her childhood of happy memories. Before she began to look like a woman. A long mirror was hung on one of the walls, and once she had hung up all of her clothes in the closet, she checked herself out in it. With a slight shrug, she pulled off her shirt, her black lace bra holding her C cups, then pulled a tank-top from one of her hangers. It was red and had lace around the neck line and the bottom hem. Her lips pursed and she applied some more chapstick.

She moved to the bed and sat for a moment, pondering what would happen if he reported her. Elisa didn't want to get sent to Juvy, she would be a criminal then. With a huff she looked out the window, her bedroom looking out on a pool. A cruel smile rose to her lips and she quickly discarded her clothes into a somewhat haphazard pile and looked back in her closet as she stood naked. After a moment she pulled out her bikini and stepped into the bottoms. Her skin looked good in the deep green color, and as her breasts were pressed against her chest and separated she smiled, she looked hot. Contemplating shoes, she shrugged it off and padded to the bathroom to get a towel. Once she had her towel she put her sunglasses on her head, grabbed a bottle of sunscreen, and began to walk into the main room.

He was watching football with a beer in hand, not so different than all of her male foster parents. With a glance she gave him a slight smile, "I hope you don't mind, I haven't gone swimming in awhile. Its something I really like." Nibbling on her lip, seductively of course, she added, "Can you tell me how I can get out there?" It was obvious she was still clueless to the layout of the house, but a small part of her hoped he would walk her out there and maybe even stay out there to watch her swim.

 

[Tyr]

Daniel was enjoying his game on the television, and had almost put the girl out of mind. The one thing about her that was surprising was just how nice she looked, and with his wife now gone, he hadn’t been getting any, so that was probably why he was still thinking about her body. Fuck to be young again, not a worry in the world, your only purpose as a guy, to get your dick buried in a fine piece of ass like that girl. Damn, he tried to return his attention to the game, and put the new girl out of mind. That was almost working when he heard a voice behind him inquiring about the pool. If he’d known what was going to confront him, he would have just spoken over his shoulder and not turned as he did.

There standing was more a woman in far less clothing than he’d seen in awhile, and looking far better than he’d seen in a great while. Damn the girl wasn’t just good looking she was hot, fucking hot. What Daniel should have done was immediately answered her question, but he didn’t for just a short moment, his eyes fed on the feast of female flesh that was displayed in front of him.

It’s… It’s through the kitchen, through the sliding glass door. Right out back.

He was supposed to discuss the house rules and such, but that was immediately forgotten, as took in her hot tight body. The football game continuing on behind him, basically for a moment ignored. Mike was about to get up and escort her out, when the game blared and there was cheering, so his head naturally snapped around, and he saw the receiver scrambling towards the end zone. The game was close and almost over, so he turned back to watch. Maybe after the game, he’d go out and check on her.

Hard to miss it, enjoy!

 

[Risi]

The stutter, the slight paused before he answered, she had him. Her grin grew wider as she nodded with a word of thanks and followed his instructions out the door. No, he didn't join her but the game was on, she understood. Elisa also understood that his glances almost guaranteed that he would be putty in her hands. She would need some new conditioner because all of the time she was now going to spend in the pool would rack up her split ends without it. After setting down her sunscreen and towel she pulled her glasses down to her nose and looked at the pool. The blue waves reflected little shimmers of light on to the surrounding walls, tantalizing her to jump in. She was content with simply sticking her feet in at first while she sat on the side of the pool and applied her sunscreen.

Once she was sure the sunscreen wouldn't come off in the pool she waded into it to her hips. Then to her neck, when she finally dunked her head under. The feeling was cool and smooth against her skin and she loved it. When she came up for air, her hair was slicked back into one brunette swish of hair and she moved to the side of the pool to hold on to the side and admire the scenery.

 

[Tyr]

Daniel watches the remaining portion of the quarter, the football game quickly becoming a rout. Finally he gets up heads over to the refrigerator, wearing Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt; he grabbed another beer, and headed for the backyard. Just before he closed the refrigerator, he grabbed a bottle of water, figuring the girl might want something given the heat of the afternoon sun.

Opening the slider, he stepped into the backyard. Some guy would have made some rational reason for being out here, like checking up on the girl, but Daniel knew he just wanted to check her out. The girl was pleasant on the eyes and it was still legal to look. Plus, he had nothing better else to do, it wasn’t like he could flick to the adult cable channel and watch porn now that she was around. Hopefully this girl wasn’t anything like that manipulative bitch of an ex he had, whose sole purpose seemed to be to get everything she wanted at his expense. There was no way he was ever going to put up with any bitch’s bullshit ever again.

Hey I brought something to drink.

Daniel said as he stepped out from under the porch and out into the bright light of the sun. Walking over to the pool he put down the open water bottle, as he sat down at the edge of the pool with his beer.

So how do you like the place so far?

Enjoying suntanning and working outside most of his life, he removed his shirt, to reveal his darkly tanned and toned upper body.