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ForeverMischievous

ForeverMischievous

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Jul 29, 2011
James, had never seen his newly wedded wifes house. He had seen her daughter, once or twice, but they had never gotten to talk with each other, propperly. Get to know each other. Perhaps, that was why his wife did this. She was going to a dinner, with her job, no men invitet. A womans night out. She would'nt return tonight, possibly nor tomorrow. Leaving him home alone, with his new step daughter. He did not mind, as her mother had always called her a little angel. He very much doubted that, being in just that age, that made any young woman or man, a devil. But he trusted his wifes word, and drove to her house. As he got the car to a stop, turning off the enigine, and exiting the car. His brown hair, waved in the wind, as his green eyes, turned for the house. He was a young man, considering his wife was a mature woman, with a child, not more then 10 years, younger then him. His new wife was indeed older then him, but it had not disturbed her beauty. Nor his love. He had never really felt the embrace of love, being a now 26, that was long overdue. James was fairly attractive, for one of the schools smart kids, when he had gone to school. He had never been a jock, yet he still had a very muscular build. He didn't know, how old his new step-daughter was, as mentioned, he had only seen her a few times before. All he knew was, that she was a beautifull young woman. Giveing her beautifull mother, credit.

As James reached the door, he knocked it gently, resting his hand down in his pocket. He didn't know, if his wife had mentioned his arrival to his step-daughter, nor did it matter. A suprise, never hurt anyone.
 
Christy sat on the couch naked, fingering herself, rubbing her breast, and watching porn. She knew ahead of time that her mother's new husband was coming over so she wanted to surprise him. She saw a lot of pictures and wanted him for herself. Her mother was too old for this guys. She was at the right age for him though. He look like he was in his 20s which was good because so was she. Christy actually just turned 21 this pass month and she was hornier than ever. Normally she would have had sex for her birthday, but all her friends were out and couldn't give her what she wanted the most.

But Christy didn't care, because now as she sat on the couch with her legs wide open showing of her shaven pussy, she was ready to seduce any guy that came though that door. Be he young or old, even if she preferred them to be older. She had long orange hair with blue eyes. Her breast was firm and her nipples were hard with a curvy body.

The moment she saw him opening the door and staring right at her, she covered up...but not all that quickly because she had to "search" for a blanket.
 
James moved his eyes about the door, raising a brow, as he pouted slightly. No one answered? Perhaps, she had gone to see some of her friends? That would be quite typical. He moved his ear closer to the door, and rose a brow, hearing but silent sounds from inside. He sighed, and shook his head, as he put his hand on the doorhandle, opening the door. It would seem she was out, or simply not careing to open the door. Either, would be just as horrible. Either not careing for him, from the start, or just not around, when he got by.
What he saw, when he opened the door, made his brows shoot upwards, and his jaw drop. He was dumfounded, for several seconds, where his eyes staied on the beautifull woman, and her naked body, as she searched for something to cover up with. But he got control of his eyes, closeing them, and turning his gaze elsewhere, as he chuckled, shakeing his head.

"I.. Deeply appologice... I take it, your mother did'nt tell you, I was comeing..." He spoke with a calm, but clearly still dumfounded voice. His new step-daughter was beautifull, and closer to his own age, then his acctual wife. But that, did not change his love for her mother. Only his lust. He felt it urge for the beautifull young woman, who he had just caught, in her most private of acts. Yet, he did not feel shy, nor nervous about this. It had not been his fault, nor hers. All he found him think, was how bloody beautifull his step-daughter was. He cleared his throat, as his eyes drifted back towards her, raising a brow slightly, with a small smile, now as she had been covered up. "Should possibly be, a bit more descreet, in the future.." He said, a small teasing grin, showing o his lips, before he started makeing his way, towards their kitchen, doing his best, to not stare at the beautifull step-daughter.
 
"You must be James." Christy got up with the blanket wrapped around her as she walked towards him to shake his hand. "Finally nice to meet you. I would have met you at the wedding, but I couldn't make it. I was suppose to be the flower girl." She rolled her eyes and started to go back to the couch. "Me a 21 year old woman as a flower girl. Can you believe it? I didn't want to do it but my mother wouldn't stop begging me. But the the day of the wedding came and a big test for college was happening. I couldn't make it and she didn't want to pospone the wedding. Why she chose a man much younger than herself, I'll never know."

Christy smiled sort of flirty like. He new step-father was much more handsome than her mother lead on. It could be that she knew that her own daughter might try to get in his pants. And why wouldn't she, the man was around her age. With her mother being almost in her 50, she should have stuck with someone in that age range. "Would you like to come and sit down?"
 
James' eyes, turned towards Christy as she spoke his name. He smiled with a gentle nod, offering his own hand, in a gentle handshake. He listened with a smile, fighting his eyes, to make them stay at hers, and not fleet downwards. Though this, was no easy task. His new step-daughter, was a beautifull woman with little comparison. But he managed to control his eyes, and his smile. He nodded a single time, and chuckled softly, as she walked back to the cauch. "Well, your mother told me, you had something important. And I imagine your Chrisy.." He said, with a gentle nod. He leant against the wall behind him, crossing his arms, as he looked down upon her, as she spoke. He chuckled again, and nodded a few times. "Your mother, can be quite persistant." He said, with the same smile. He shrugged gently to her last thought, still smileing. "I do not know, dear. Love works in strange ways." He smiled.
His brow rose slightly, at her flirting smile. But he could'nt help, to return it, with a small smile of his own. He should possibly have shunned the smile, but he desided to let her play on. But then her question, made him lower his brows a bit. She was an attractive woman, not far from his own age. And she wore nothing but a blanket. Yet he forced out a smile, and a slight grin.

"Perhaps some clothes where in order, dear?" He said, and chuckled softly, before walking to the cauch. His eyes straffed the TV, seeing what she had been watching, and slowly shook his head. "Not very descreet, are you? Didn't your mother let me know, I was comeing by?" He asked, grining slightly, as he looked back at Christy.
 
Christy smiled then leaned in and kissed her new step-dad on the lips for a few seconds. She pulled back and laughed. "Porn is nature and I don't have to listen to someone that is only five years older than me. Come on, look at yourself. You shouldn't really be my father, you should be my boyfriend. Something my own mother shouldn't have." She got up and started to walk around with her blanket around her a she tried to get her new step dad turned on.
 
James' brows rose, as her lips neared his, but as they met, he kissed back, closeing his eyes slightly. As she pulled back again, he blinked a bit, shakeing his head, at his carnal thoughts. His eyes then went back to her, as she spoke. He rose a brow slightly, and slowly shook his head, chuckleing softly. "I do supose your right, on some points. But the fact is, I will be your step-father.. Not your boyfriend. Like it or not, my heart belongs to your mother.. And your mother diserves more then you let on. And i'm not, that attractive..." He ended, with a small grin.
His eyes followed Christy, as she started walking around. He could not stop his own thoughts of debouchery, as her curvy body, drove his mind crazy. Was she acctually trying to give him that effect? No, she was his step-daughter, he had to live up to that fact. And not have thoughts, of squeezeing those breasts, and kiss her lips.. Even though, that was the thoughts going through his mind, at that very time.
 
"Whatever Daddy. But don't expect me to listen to you. This is my house. Your just a guest in it until you and take my mother away from her. Sure yes she pays the bills and junk, but I was here first. And another...I don't date people that think that a 50 woman is hot. She has bags under her eyes. And you aren't going to be satisfied anyway, she can't have sex. Something went wrong when she gave birth to my little brother that is now leaving with my actual dad. So you can't pulled the father card on me James."

She smiled and then walked over to him and sat on his lap and kissed him again rocking back and forth trying to get him horny and trying to see how much control he really had. She could see the look in his eyes that he gives her. And she knows that he wants her.
 
James tilted his head lightly, as she spoke. Her words seemed so pointed and wicked. As if she wanted to stab at, either him or her mother. He wanted to think it was himself, being a natural reaction, to getting a new step-father. But it seemed as if she had something against her mother. Her mother was indeed much older then them, but she was a wonderfull person.
He held up his hands in defense, as she finished, smileing slightly and shakeing his head. "I don't wish to do so, dear. That was'nt my intention at all. And there is no 'card', I won't be abuseing my position against you, I simply said, I married your mother. And did so for a reason. And there is much more then sex to a relationship.. And realy, you should'nt be talking like that about your mother.." He ended, nodding his head a single time, in a saying manor.

As she approached, his eyes followed her, widdening slightly, as she sat upon his lap. For such snappy words, she seemed awefully cheerfull. As if he wanted something from him. She was the kind of woman, he could never have. At least, so he thought so himself, so her goals, where so distant in his mind. But she most deffinatly got the desired effect. Lust and attraction arose in him, as his hands, had to almost be forced to stay upon the cauch. He wanted to touch her, without a doubt. But she was his step-daughter now.. He had to control himself. But the effect came clear in his eyes, and the lack of words. He could'nt find the words he needed.
As her lipstouched his, his eyes narowed slightly, before closeing shut, for just a few seconds. There was something about the kiss, and then the playfull rocking back and forth. He looked to her, somewhat questioning, still trying to find words, but in the end just shutting his mouth.
 
Christy giggled after breaking the kiss and walked of. She went to go get some clothes, but wouldn't make much of a difference if she did or not because the clothes that she would be wearing would be way to revealing. Christy had different reasons for doing what she was doing. One of the reasons was to see if this guy really did love her mother, another reason was now she couldn't stand her mother because she was an old bag that got a really handsome guy like James. At this moment she couldn't forgive her mother, because she remembered her saying to her that she would never robed the cradle.
 
James' eyes, blinked a few times, as Christy walked off. He licked his lips, pinching his eyes, and shakeing his head slightly. What was these thoughts? Why did they dominate his mind? His attraction towards Christy, was wrong in so many ways. It would first of all, be cheating on his wife, and it would be with his step-daughter. His wifes daughter! Yet his eyes still followed her, on her way. As she was out of sight, he itched his eyes, leaning to the side in the couch, to sit more comfortably, leaning a leg up on the couch. He sighed and leant futher back, leaning his head backwards, trying to wash his thoughts. This would'nt be an easy task. His step-daughter was hot, and he had it hard, getting her body out of his mind.
As she returned, he had to fight himself, to not look amazed. She didn't even look like, she was wearing anything more, then she had before. He turned his eyes away from her, looking out a window instead. He sighed softly, as he tried to think of something to talk about, something finally popping into mind.
"How did the test go at college?" He asked, smileing as his hand went behind his head, turning his eyes back towards Christy, keeping them focused on hers.
 
"Like everything else in my life. It was easy. Some guys might say that about me, but they would be wrong. I'm not easy, I'm a tough nut to crack. I don't just lay down with anyone. Oh no, no, no. But the professor helped me a lot to study. In so many ways than one. My head was spinning with information." Anyone that listen to this story would think that Christy was actually fucking her teacher, but she wasn't, she was only mind fucking him. She would just stand there and look pretty for him and he would just give everything to her. He did this think that he would finally have chance to get into her pants...or of what pants she actually wore to class.
 
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