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Taking Chances

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Lilytania

Supernova
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Aug 28, 2010
Annabel Rogers quietly left the party, not saying goodbye to anyone. Even in her slightly tipsy state, she could think just enough to remember that she had to be home by eleven, and to realize that none of these people were going to give her a ride, especially this early. The pretty redhead walked out of the house, leaning on the porch for a moment to take off her silver high heels. She focused on the sidewalk and began staggering home, unable to really keep in a straight line.

The girl's red hair flowed down her back in cascades, soft, red waves contrasting sharply with her green dress and emerald eyes. Annabel's feet lightly padded along the concrete, stumbling a little against the alcohol. Strappy silver heels were clutched in her hand. Despite her drunken state, she really was quite the good girl. She didn't get in a lot of trouble, she didn't sleep around, she didn't do anything her parents classified as 'bad.' On top of that, she was pretty friendly.

She staggered into her house, not even aware that her father was awake. Her lilting walk revealed her mental state, and she slowly staggered up the stairs, tripping and stumbling. Exhausted and drunk, she was the perfect victim.

Tonight wasn't the night when he would use her. This was just the night when he would find just what a little alcohol did to her. Annabel headed up to her room, loudly stomping up the stairs, but she was allowed to sleep undisturbed. The next day was Saturday. She slept for hours, then drowned her headache in aspirin. She ignored her dad all day, like she always did, sitting on the couch and watching tv. In the evening, she got up. "What's for dinner?" she asked.
 
Michael Rogers had spent the night relaxing in front of the TV. He glanced at the clock to see Annabel had arrived home late and by the sound of her had been out drinking. He really thought hard about going up there, punishing her for coming home drunk. In recent months the 5 foot 10, dark haired father had started to lust after his stunning little redhead daughter. She looked exactly like her mother at the same age and that really turned him on. He knew that he shouldn't think about her like that, Annabel is his daughter for Christ's sake, but the way she sat around the house in revealing outfits and tiny nighties barely covering her small rounded backside was too much for her father to handle. It certainly didn't help matters that his wife never wanted to have sex, with the fizz now gone from their marriage. Michael considered the possibility that he may wake up his wife but tomorrow night she was going over to her sisters and wouldn't be back until Monday evening.

The hours rolled by and half the day was gone before Annabel finally dragged herself downstairs. As per usual even when she did show her face his cute little daughter completely ignored him. While she spent the afternoon watching TV he went into his study, where he had an exercise bike that he used to keep himself in shape. For his years he was very trim still retaining his body's appearance of 15 years previous.

"What's for dinner?" She enquired as he stirred the spaghetti Bolognese sauce with a thick wooden spoon, standing there in a pair of navy blue jogging pants and a black T-shirt that he was wearing while he was working out on the exercise bike.. "I'm making spaghetti Bolognese. Would you like some honey?" He asked. "It should be ready in about 10 min once the spaghetti is cooked" he proceeded to inform her. "Hun, If you wouldn't mind setting the table" her father asked Annabel.
 
Annabel smiled. Spaghetti Bolognese was her favorite, or one of them. She looked back at her dad and nodded. "Yes, of course I would." Her stomach growled hungrily, and she sighed, rubbing her empty stomach. She sighed and ran a hand through her wavy red hair. She was wearing a cami tank top and some sophie shorts, her butt just about hanging out of her pink shorts. When he told her to set the table, the girl sighed in exasperation. She didn't want to do such a thing for her, but of course she knew she probably should. For once, she got up with only a loud sigh, no arguing, and went into the kitchen. She began to get the table set for the two of them, since Mom was already gone out to her evening.

"Do we still have some cookie dough?" she asked curiously. She loved eating cookie dough out of the tub. She sighed and ran a hand through her soft hair. She smiled and leaned against the counter, watching her father continue to make the spaghetti. It smelled fantastic. She sniffed the air and got out butter for the bread and grated parmesan cheese for the spaghetti. She set both on the table and sighed, sitting down and waiting for him to finish. "What're you doing tonight? Hiding in your man cave?" That was what she had dubbed the theater room, the study, and wherever else he hid sometimes.
 
As per usual Annabel hummed and harred like the teenager she was, never wanting to do anything. He smiled hearing her sigh loudly before coming into the kitchen. He couldn't help but take a good lustful look at Annabel , his eyes gazing over her tiny little top and her flat stomach, proceeding to continue stirring dinner because he didn't want to be noticed looking towards his daughter so lustfully. "Sure honey, your mom got a fresh tub from the shop this morning knowing you'd probably want some" he answered the pretty green eyed girl.

"What am I doing? I was thinking we should have some father daughter time, perhaps we could watch a movie together?" He replied pausing "maybe if you're good I'll let you have a drink with me" he said flashing a smile her way, having never let his daughter drink alcohol with him before, but tonight he planned to ply her with drink and satisfy his urges. The buzzer rang out on the cooker "ah the spaghetti is done" he said turning off stove before draining off the spaghetti into a colander. "Are you hungry sweetheart?" He said turning towards his daughter sat at the table. Michael then served up the spaghetti, pouring over the Bolognese sauce and brought their dinner over to the table. "There you go, honey" he said as he placed her plate in front of her.
 
Annabel smiled happily when he said her mom had gotten more cookie dough for her. She licked her lips and nodded, leaning back in her chair as she listened to her dad and waited for dinner to finish. Her stomach kept growling, and she sighed impatiently. Why did her dad insist on a home-cooked meal? It took so long, and a tv dinner was often just as good. She'd rather have her food sooner.

She smiled a little as he suggested a movie. She slowly nodded. "I guess so." She felt like she should do something with her dad every once in a while, and they hadn't hung out in a while. She sighed and turned her head at the suggestion of drinking. "You'd let me do that?" she asked. She smiled quietly. He'd never let her drink before, and she thought he didn't know just what it did to her. She actually really enjoyed drinking.

When the buzzer went off, she smiled and waited for him to bring her her food. "Of course I'm hungry," she said. She poured cheese over her spaghetti and began to eat quickly, hungrily. The girl could eat as much food as she wanted and not gain any weight. She slurped spaghetti up and smiled. "What movie will she watch?" she asked once she finished her food. She nibbled on a roll, coated in butter. She smiled friendily at her dad.
 
As Annabel dove into her food eating like she hadn't been fed in a week, It never failed to amaze her father how such a little thing his daughter was was able to pack in so much food and never gain an ounce of fat on her body. He was pleased his daughter had a healthy appetite and wasn't starving herself like many girls her age these days and perhaps because of it she always remained healthy. Michael soon followed suit tucking into his lovely meal, if he did think it himself, having mixed together the long strands of pasta, sauce and Parmesan cheese up on the plate.

"Can we choose something a little less teenage girly this time around honey?" He asked his little angel smiling before twirling his fork in the spaghetti. Michael always loved spending time with Annabel and loved seeing her happy, but the last movie was excruciating. "How about letting your old dad choose a Jackie Chan, something light and funny?" He asked hopefully "I'll let you try whatever drink you fancy" he said knowing he was going to do that anyway. "Well within reason" he added finishing the last morsel off his plate "well what do you think, just a quiet night having some daddy/daughter fun?" He smiled realising his Freudian slip not meaning to say fun, thinking of his plans to take advantage of her after she gets drunk, meaning to say time. "I'm going to grab a beer out of the fridge, fancy one?" He said wiping any sauce from his lips with a paper serviette.
 
Annabel gave a little whine when he asked to do a less girly movie. She bounced in her seat, making a face as she looked up at him. "Fine..." she murmured. "But something other than Jackie Chan." She smiled at him at finished the view of bread she was gnawing on. She sighed and stretched, watching her dad. She loved him, and she could say she was a daddy's girl. But something just kinda irked her about him, and she didn't know what. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, watching as he got up to go get a drink. She nodded. "Yes, please. Thank you, Daddy." She did her best little girl voice and smiled cheerily. She laughed and waited for him to come back. When he did, she had at least put the plates by the sink and the leftovers in the fridge. She smiled at him and took the beer, letting him open it before she took a sip and went onto the theater room, sitting on the couch and waiting. "So what'll we watch?" she asked.
 
Her father pondered what other films they could watch together as he opened the fridge door, stretching his hands in, picking up two ice cold Budweisers. Closing the fridge Michael turned holding the narrow brown bottles in his hand. "How about something a little more scary, seeing as it's Halloween?" He enquired thinking that she became scared she could snuggle up with her with her Daddy. He smiled as he walked back over the table, placing the beers in front of him as he sat back down. "How about the original A Nightmare on Elm Street? Johnny Depp is in it!" He said giving his daughter a little wink, twisting the top of the beer until it made a shushing like sound. "There you go honey" he said reaching over the table handing her the bottle of Bud. Quickly opening his own and dropping the silver bottle cap on the table, clinking as It hits the tabletop, proceeding to take a swig straight from the bottle."ahh !" He sighed and cool fresh faced the drink refreshed him.
 
Annabel nodded. She didn't really like scary movies, but of course she could always snuggle up to him. Besides, she'd chosen the last movie, so it was only fair. She took her beer from him, taking a sip and signing. It felt so good flowing down her throat. As the movie started, she tensed and snuggled up to her daddy like she did when she was little. At the scarier points, she jumped, hugging her dad. She smiled at him and kept drinking. At the end of her bottle, about halfway through the movie, she was giggly and loopy, yelping at the scary parts and gigging the rest of the time.
 
Michael sat on the soft green sofa watching the film with his daughter Annabel sipping from his bottle of beer as her little body snuggled in close to her father. He Slipped his arm around his uptight little girl reassuringly rubbing her arm. He always liked the closeness they shared whenever she was afraid, with daddy's big strong arms wrapped around her. Finishing his own beer he noticed Annabel holding an empty bottle in her hand. "Another beer, baby?" He enquired as she screamed taking two buds off the little coffee table beside the sofa, leaving another two sitting there. Annabel seemed quite tipsy and was nearly ready for him to start taking advantage of her. Once again he opened his daughter's beer "see your old dad ain't so bad is he?" He said with a smile as the sound of Freddy Krueger's knives screeched across a metal rail as he pursued his victim on the screen. Pulling his arm back over her and down against his body is hand reached settling on her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze with his large hands.
 
Annabel took the second beer from him, burying her face in his side as Freddy Krueger pursued his victim. She screamed in surprise when the knives screeched across the metal rail. As she drank more, the girl began to get even loopier, giggling and looking up at her father as he kept an arm tightly wrapped around her. She smiled at him. "I loooove you, Daddy," she said, giggling again. She watched the movie, her emerald eyes following the characters on the screen. As the alcohol took effect, she smiled and rolled around, her head in her daddy's lap. She wasn't exactly paying attention to the movie. "Do you think Freddy Krueger is a fun guy?" she asked. "I think he'd be nice to talk to. He'd have all sorts of interesting things to say..." Her words were slurred. When she was drunk, she was a talker. She didn't like to shut up. "Don't you think, Daddy?"
 
"I love you too, Annabel," he responded warmly as she giggled again his hand just rubbing up and down her pale skinned thigh just above the knee, seeing his daughter was clearly under the influence of her alcoholic beverage. He listened as she waffled on drunkenly slurring her words, his hand slipping off her as she moved her body across the couch resting her head on his lap. "Honey, do you think you've had enough to drink?" He said feigning reaching for the tall, thin brown bottle of beer having no intention of stopping his sweet Annabel from drinking more. Instead placing his hand on her hot little belly, as flat as a pancake just gently stroking. "Imagine if I'm Freddy Krueger for a second… He said as his little angel looked up at him from his lap, raising his hand from her stomach he stretched his hand wide as if to say his fingers were the long blades he possessed "is this fun honey, Freddie doing this? Cutting you open" He enquired taking his hands and brushing them over her breasts once, twice, three times, then he imitated slashing her stomach with his fingers sliding his hands over, running down her thighs and backup between her legs, running his hands against her crotch through her shorts making sinister sounds as he joked touching her up
 
Annabel giggled and pulled her bottle away when he reached for it. She shook her head and took another sip, staring up at her daddy with a smile. She felt his hand go down on her belly, and she smiled and squirmed a little. She watched as he imitated Freddy Krueger, and began to slid his hand over her body, as if sliding knives across her soft, delicate flesh. She giggled and squirmed, nodding. "Freddy can cut me open any day," she said with a smile. She squirmed and smiled. She felt his hands slide down over her soft skin, over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, into her crotch. Her brain didn't even process that this was wrong. She just kept smiling and giggling like the drunk little girl she was.
 
The film continued playing in the background, both of them pretty much ignoring it, as he continue running his hands over her body, he silently flicked his eyes between where his hands were touching his daughter and looking into her emerald green eyes as she giggled and squirmed. His fingertips hooked under her cami tank top raising it up her body slowlycome the back of her father's hands grazing against her innocent young young flesh until he revealed her breasts. How glorious they looked so pert and nubile, as his fingertips reached cupping around her tities. He couldn't remember how long he wanted to feel them within his grasp & was finally fondling Annabel's little beauties, feeling himself becoming aroused As Annabel lay on his lap giggling
 
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