Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

[Skye Pilot]

It had been some time since Micah's wife had passed away. His step-daughter was almost too young to remember her at all. He had raised her almost all on his own, as a single step-father. Of course, there was the occasional girlfriend here and there, but nothing ever seemed to last very long. Over the years, watching his young daughter grow up, Micah became more and more attached, more and more attracted to her... and after she hit puberty, sitting by as her body started to develop at a quick pace, it was difficult for him not to crave her more and more by the day.

She was now 17, well into her journey into High School, and very attractive. At the beach, or by the pool, Mcah always tried to catch a peek, doing his best not to get caught starring at his own step daughter. But, as each and every day past, his want, his building lust for her only grew. Finally, he had reached his breaking point. He would take her, he would have her, all for his very own. Micah had wanted her, needed her for so many years now, he could no longer hold back the urges that had been building and bubbling up, deep withing his body.

They lived in a large mansion, out on the west coast of California, in a rather isolated area. No other houses were around for miles, and her step-father owned most of the surrounding land, keeping it pristine. Micah had been one of the lucky ones when the tech bubble burst nearly a decade ago. The software company he was an upper level manager at developed high end software for professionals. Even when the bottom fell out of the market, the company quickly swallowed up the dying competition, absorbing the smaller, failing companies, adding their technology and software to their own extensive library. Ever since then, the company had out performed stock holders expectations every single quarter, with record profits piling up. Micah's step daughter was enrolled in a private school, designed especially for the wealthy. To put extra strain on his already out of control want for her, she looked ever so sexy in the schools mandatory uniform.

One hot Friday afternoon in early autumn, several weeks into the school year, Micah was lounged out behind the house, next to the pool. His dark sunglasses were on, along with an almost tight black tank top, that easily showed off his tonned and tanned skin. It wasn't too late in the year yet, or cold to stop working on a tan. A blood red pair of swim trunks covered his upper thighs, down to the knees. Short black hair fluttered in the light afternoon wind just a little. He reclined back in one of the chairs, listening to the water lap at the edges of the pool. The days newspaper was placed on a low table to his side, along with a fresh glass of iced tea. Micah waited for his daughter to come home, and to let him know she was there, as she always did, every afternoon. But today would be different. Today, the fun would begin.

 

[TortoiseShell]

[[ I just checked your RH, you enjoy fisting? ]]


Desiree hardly remembered her mother, and even less her father. The man died when she was a child – his life was taken at a tragic accident. Her mother soon remarried, when her daughter was around three years old, but a few years later died as cancer stole her life. The only thing remaining from her real parents were pictures and the considerable amount of money that would be unfrozen once Desiree turned eighteen – in precisely two months. Micah, her step father, was her entire family. He saved her from a foster home and gave her everything a young girl could ask for. She lived in a huge mansion, went to an expensive private school, had the clothes conforming to the latest fashions and by the time she received her license she received an Audi, her most prized possession along with her dog, a young retriever named Pogo.

Throughout the fourteen years she has known Micah, never once would the girl have doubted that he would even dream of hurting her. He was always so sweet and fatherly that she came to think of him as her only real family. Being a teenager, she did occasionally look at him in a way she probably shouldn’t have. The man was incredibly attractive, she justified her actions. Certainly, at times he seemed to care about his appearance too much, yet it didn’t change the fact that all of her friends were swooning from his mere presence. They were the ones to cause her to occasionally day dream about him, yet whenever she realized what she was doing the girl would punish herself with a lengthy guilt trip, reminding herself that he was her father.

She, meanwhile, was in fact extremely attractive. Most guys at school wanted her, only one ever managed to get her. They didn’t go very far, however. The furthest she has ever been with a guy was giving him a blowjob, which didn’t prevent her from secretly getting a full Brazilian wax. It was a strange obsession of hers; she hated the presence of hair on a woman’s body. She broke up with her boyfriend because he began to bore her, yet did have some fun with a couple of her male friends, discovering that she was incredibly good at giving head, and actually enjoyed doing it. Nonetheless, at that given moment she was all alone, without any man to call her own. She liked things that way – she felt independent and free. Relationships were a drag, she discovered. Or perhaps she simply never liked the guys she dated that much.

She was a small girl, standing at five feet and four, her slender form inherited from her mother’s side. She was extremely athletic, oftentimes playing tennis or running, but most of all cheerleading. This led to her body becoming near damn perfect. Her legs were long and slim, her rear firm and round, her stomach flat with a shadow of abs and her breasts, simply a result of genetics, a full, perky D cup. They made it hard for her to be a cheerleader, considering the amount of time she was being thrown around, yet she managed it anyway, her A type personality pushing her to do many things she shouldn’t have been able to. The same went for everything – from her grades to her relationships, she had the strange need to perfection everything. It wasn’t that hard though, Desiree was an intelligent young woman after all.

Her face was a striking feature of hers. Just as the rest of her body it was lightly tan from the occasional trip to the tanning salon, contrasting nicely with her light pink lips that shielded a perfect row of blindingly white teeth. Her cheekbones were high, and the rest of her face doll like. Her eyes were the most impressive part. Large and almond shaped, they were filled with vivid intelligence and a sense of mystery that drew people in. The large orbs upon which her long black eyelashes cast a soft shadow were of a striking blue color, speckled with gold on the inner part of her iris to create an odd mix. Her hair occasionally landed onto her face in rich loose curls, falling down to her waistline in dirty blonde waves.

She was extremely obedient to her father, instead of open confrontation occasionally going behind his back which resulted in a couple of tattoos she always made sure to cover up when going to the pool with a thick amount of makeup. Along her side trailed a series of light blue butterflies, and on the back of her shoulder were ancient symbols, stating something not even she knew – it simply looked extremely sexy, somewhat like the tattoos on Angelina Jolie’s back.

That day, she was wearing her uniform when she came back to school. Her skirt hardly reached her mid-thigh, her black stockings riding up to her knees. She kicked off her shoes at the entrance, left in her skirt, stockings and a tight white dress shirt that highlighted her impressive cleavage quite nicely, the top button almost bursting whenever she leaned down, showing off the edge of her white lacy bra. On her wrists hung a few expensive bracelets and her hair was attached in a loose ponytail, a pair of square glasses hiding her eyes. All in all, she looked like a naughty schoolgirl, which in a sense she was.

Making her way to the swimming pool since she doubted she would find him anywhere else, the girl looked around, surprised by the absence of domestics around. However, she shrugged it off, figuring that the maid was done; the cook was off to buy food with the butler figure. “Daddy?” She called out in a deep melodious voice, her tone sounding rather sensual due to its innocence.

She pushed the door open and walked out to the swimming pool, smiling at the man. “Hey dad,” she cooed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, an excited expression on her face indicating that she has had a good day. “How was your day?” She wondered, stretching out lazily as she rolled up the sleeves of her dress shirt. Her gaze unconsciously wandered over his torso and strong muscled body, her tongue briefly grazing her lips as she waited for his response.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah smiled as he saw his cute young stepdaughter pull open the sliding glass door at the back of the house, making her way towards him. The sunglasses he wore were wrap arounds, shielding his eyes, letting him look anywhere he wanted without being too noticeable about it. As she slowly made her way down the steps, and onto the cement path that circled the pool, Micah watched her figure fully. Desireeâ??s hips swayed side to side with each and every step. Her large and full breasts bounced under the tightness of her undershirt, lusciously enticing to him. Those locks of flowing hair drifted behind her, caught up in the light, warm breeze. Well before she got close to him, Micah was already starting to become aroused, a slight bulge forming under the soft fabric of his red swimming trunks. It wasnâ??t anywhere close to being a full out erection, but still quite noticeable. With Desireeâ??s affectionate kiss to his cheek, he pulled his sunglasses off, setting them down next to his glass of ice tea. His cheeks even blushed a little, thinking of kissing her glossed lips.

Waiting for a moment, he secretly hoped that she noticed the growth in his trunks. Not wanting to alarm her to his plan quite yet, Micah slid one of his legs back, bending his knee, his foot resting close to the bottom of the outdoor lounge chair, concealing his growing want. Even as she stood there, so close to him, he so very much wanted to run a hand up one of her pure white stockings, and under her skimpy little skirt.

â??Lazy,â? he said with a small chuckle, picking up his glass of iced tea, sipping it through the straw and then giving it a slight stir. The ice cubes jingled against the side of the glass as he did so, sounding out lightly into the late afternoon. â??But most Fridays are like that anymore,â? Micah continued on. Back in May, even though the company was doing just fine, they were still looking to cut costs due to the most recent financial crisis. As such, they had given a few of the executives a 3 day weekend, as opposed to a two day. Sometimes Micah would pick Mondays, but most of the time, he enjoyed starting his weekend off early.

â??I checked a few emails, and put my phone on silent. In fact, Iâ??m not even sure where it is right now,â? the man chuckled. I read through part of the paper, and went for a swim around noon,â? Taking in a deep breath, the shape of his strong muscles could be seen through the dark fabric. The shirt lifted up a little, showing off some skin right above his boxers, tan and smooth, unaware that she may even look over towards the exposed patch of skin. â??Mostly, Iâ??ve been out here all day, under the California Sun,â? he chuckled again.

Looking up to Desiree with a sweet an innocent, smile his craving for her grew, seeing the square glasses about her face. They almost made her look innocent in a way, simply adding to the overall sexiness of the rest of her figure. â??How about you? Have a good day at school?â? He asked rather casually, motioning with his hand for her to sit down in the lounge chair next to his. With the late afternoon heat, beating down on them, he knew she would not want to stay for long still dressed in her uniform, but he figured she still had a few minutes to chat about her day.

Micah had on more than one occasion thought about installing hidden cameras in her room, along with the bathroom that was her own, exclusively. Part of him though always made him back down, even though he had looked into it extensively. How badly he wanted to see her naked, and what exactly she did behind closed doorsâ?¦ especially when she brought over a boy to â??studyâ? with. On more than one occasion when he had walked past her closed door, Micah had heard more than studying going on. He never brought it up though, as he remembered what being a teenager was like, and allowed them to think their fun was going on behind his back.

â??Any plans for the weekend?â? He asked, once she had told him had school had gone for the day. â??Invite any friends over this weekend I should be worried about?â? Micah playfully teased Desiree, knowing most of her friends were beyond harmless. As he waited for her response, Micah stretched himself out against the pool lounge chair, arms going above his head, interlacing his fingers with a few light pops. Legs also went straight, his toes curling a little. Even though the small bulge that had been hidden under his swim trunks had been diminished, an outline of his sex still showed through as the fabric was pushed against his body. With a sigh, he lied there on his back, hands cradling behind his head. â??Care for an afternoon swim, or do you have homework you need to get to?â? he asked, laying all stretched out on the chair.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree hated her father’s glasses with fervor. For one he looked a lot better without them – his handsome face wasn’t made to be shielded, and somehow she found him intimidating when he wore them. She had no idea where he was looking and what emotions went through those eyes. She felt a shiver run down her spine from the thought. He could have been pissed at her, a fear she harbored ever since she has gotten her tattoos, for all she knew. However as he spoke her fears were relieved and she offered him a warm although fairly flirty smile. She had a hard time filtering her facial expressions at times, especially then when the heat was all but comfortable.

“Mhm,” she shook her head with a slight frown upon the receipt of an answer. The Fridays off thing worried her – she still had a couple of months left until her accounts would be unfrozen and she would become a millionaire, yet until then she depended on him fully and couldn’t help at all. Letting out a sight, she reached out, pulling off his glasses. “You know, this Fridays off thing is worrisome,” she pointed out seriously, temporarily gaining the aspect of the occupied, business oriented woman rather than that of a teen girl. Her parents left her that as well – from what she heard or read about them, the two were prominent figures in business and had incredibly calculating and cold minds. “Are you sure things are okay?” She wondered, her expression softening before she turned toward the table to put her father’s glasses away. “Oh, and,” she started, turning around to face him again, yet her voice briefly trailed off.

She did catch sight of the slight bulge in his shorts, yet quickly offered him the most pleasant of smiles, brushing a hand over her forehead as though the heat was responsible for the distraction. “It’s so awfully hot for fall,” she shook her head casually, clearing her throat. “Yes, as I was saying. Your glasses creep me out dad,” she stated, stretching out slightly. Her dress shirt was clinging to her body, the humid air making her skin feel sticky and disgusting. Oh how she loved to be in the comfort of her house or wearing a bikini on days like that one.

She pulled off her own glasses and set them next to his ones, tugging on the elastic holding her hair together to free the wild mane, shaking her head slowly. At times like that, she looked like one of those sensual models playing in commercials. “My day was fine, great actually,” she nodded contentedly. “And no, I haven’t invited any of my trouble making friends over,” she retorted playfully, teasing her stepfather.

“This brings me to my point. There’s a guy I like, and he invited me to a party, well more of a get together, where I was going to go anyway,” she stated, tilting her head slightly, the long waves of hair grazing his chest despite the fact that she wasn’t as much as leaning down. She kept her eyes on his face, for a simple reason – the memory of his trunks clinging to the proud outline of his manhood kept on gnawing on her memory. She desperately wanted to look again, and she could feel her nether regions grow warmer, an electrifying sensation spreading down her spine.

Quite obviously the young girl didn’t attribute the faint bulge to her presence – she assumed that he had been asleep before she came over and had a dream that provoked it, or perhaps something else happened while she wasn’t home. Either way, never would she have guessed what the man she blindly and unconditionally loved and trusted had in store for her.

“Which brings me to my last point,” she continued with a playfully serious air. “Can I go? Pretty please?” She murmured, her hand coming to rest on his chest while she leaned forward to briefly kiss his cheek. “Wait. Don’t answer now,” she almost barked, standing up. “I’ll go put on my swimsuit and when I come back you can tell me,” she smiled warmly and ran off, the short skirt of hers moving up and down, uncovering most of her rear as she ran up the stairs toward the house.

Upstairs, she quickly applied her tattoo covering makeup – it was waterproof, from what she heard. She usually wore a one piece when he was around yet the weather made her want to expose as much skin to the sun as possible. Quickly covering herself the thing, she re-read the instructions. She safely had an hour or so before the thing would start showing. Oh what a mistake they were, she sighed, shaking her head. It took a lot more time to cover up the tattoos and think of ways to now accidentally show them of than it took to actually enjoy looking at them.

Dismissing everything, she pulled on her bikini. It was an old one, yet she didn’t wear it in months so she decided to do so. Little did she realize that the impressive breasts of hers grew, the black triangles hardly containing the lumps of flesh. A matching pair of black panties, tied at her hips with cute light pink ribbons went with the bikini. Studying herself, she grinned, deciding that she looked stunning. Quickly taking off her bracelets to only leave one on her ankle, she rushed downstairs yet paused when she reached the entrance.

She figured that she was a grown-up – at least she needed to prove it to him so that he would allow her to go to the damned party. Perhaps she would finally get rid of her virginity there. The boy was quite promising, she was sure that they’d go all the way. So, without realizing just how sexy she was at that point, she left the house and slowly walked up to the pool, her hips swaying back and forth invitingly. Instead of walking up to her father, she slowly entered the water, enjoying its warmth of her smooth, firm skin. “Come over, Daddy,” she called out, smiling back at him.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah listened to her as she expressed her concern over his 3 day weekend, hearing the true concern in her voice, sounding like she was all grown up. The way she spoke, it put him off a little. It seemed in that instant that she was all grown up, even though technically in a few months when she turned 18, she would be. Desiree would always be his little girl, even if they were not related through blood. His step daughter had felt like an actual daughter since she was little. Although she rarely used the â??Youâ??re not my real Dad!â? line when they harshly argued or she was trying to be overly rebellious, as most teenagers do.

Nodding, with a re-assuring smile, he replied. â??Everything is fine, Desiree,â? Micah re-assured her. Reaching out, he gave a few soft rubs to her exposed lower arm, hoping it would promote confidence in her. â??Donâ??t they teach you kids anything in Econimics?â? he teased. â??The economy has been shit for close to two years now. We are one of the few companies that is still a solid investment, and still well into the black at the end of the month... the only red ink I have seen has been on your corrected tests from school," Micah jabbed with a smile, then pulled away his hand from her arm, letting his fingers trail off of her soft skin. â??But just to make our numbers look better, a few of us get an extra day off. Sure that means a little less money coming in, but not that muchâ?¦ besides, it just means I get to spend more time with you, before you find a college to run off to,â? He said with a happy little smile. â??You sound like my personal assistant, you arenâ??t submitting your resume to me personally, are you?â? Micah chuckled lightly and teased.

Tilting his head, he looked up to her with a curious smile. â??Or maybeâ?¦â? he began, a thought in his mind. â??Maybe this isnâ??t about meâ?¦ perhaps it is about you,â? He continued, still a playful little smirk on his face while he looked to Desiree. â??Maybe you just want to be sure all those locked up funds will still be there on your birthday?â? he asked, still a tease in his voice, but it was laced with a little bit of sincerity as well.

Looking over the girl, Micah could not help but notice how the heat was getting to her. She was sweating a little, and that tight little top seemed to cling to her chest more and more. He did his best not to stare, tying not to make it too obvious that he was giving her a not so step-fatherly look over. â??As far as the glasses go dear, I rather like them, even if they do creep you out. Plus, they make me look cool, or hip...â? He winked up to her. "Whatever it is you kids are saying these days," He finished with another light laugh.

Desiree was certainly full of bullet points today. Maybe debate was the wrong thing to go into for a language class. He once more listened to her tell him about this new boy she liked, and the â??get togetherâ? which was sure to be a raging party. Desiree was just making it sound less than what it really would be. Even as she stood next to him, so very close, a few locks of her hair landed and pooled upon his chest, contrasting the dark material greatly. The dainty hand rubbing on his chest, along with the light hand kissing his cheek was making him melt with desire. Not loosing his composure though, he smiled back up to her. â??Sounds like fun! Can I come too?â? he asked jokingly, knowing the last thing in the world she wanted was to have her step-father as an escort at a party. A slight rage of jealousy passed through his body, picking up on the desire she had for the inexperienced boy. He wanted to have Desiree for himself, not willing to give her up for some random boytoy he had never met.... unless of course, he could record their encounter. The thoughts of installing the hidden cameras pulsed deeply in his head, wanting to do so now more then ever. Micah blinked though when she told him not to answer, lingering on his thoughts. Quickly she dashed off, and he watched the girl eagerly scamper away. Desireeâ??s long and thick hair danced back and forth as she moved, the fabric of her skirt bouncing up and down too, revealing a good portion of her perfectly toned backside. â?Well, that answers one thingâ?¦" He thought to himself. â?She was wearing panties after allâ?¦â? Micah chuckled to himself, taking another sip of his tea.

Laying there, and taking up a few more rays of the afternoon light, Micah looked at his watch. Desiree certainly was taking a long time to get ready. He thought about going to check on her, maybe accidentally go into her room while she was changing. The thought of that alone made him smile happily, though he passed on the idea for now. He figured she was just catching up on the daily barrage of afternoon text messages she got from her friends. Taking another sip of his beverage, he finally heard the screen door zip open. Glancing in her direction, he wished he still had his shades on.

The black top she wore was a size or two smaller than it should be, Desiree's ample flesh filled the fabric cups to the limit and then some. It almost made her look like some scantily clad girl, straight out of a Hentai post on 4chan. The skimpy little bottom, though it fit her lower regions much more appropriately, was as cute as could be, tied up with that ribbon. One quick â??accidentalâ? tug to either side, they were almost guaranteed to drop right off. Keeping that idea in mind, Desireeâ??s sweet, melodic voice called for him to join her, sounding a little seductive and sensual in a way. Watching her walk into the pool with the steps in the shallow end, Micah stood up off the chair, giving another quick stretch. Pulling off his black shirt, he tossed it onto the chair, revealing his strong and toned chest. He was not a body builder by any means, but he was very fit and lean. As his step-daughter sauntered into the pool, her long hair floated and trailed behind her with every immersive step, long a long flowing veil of silk.

Stepping up to the side of the pool, Micah looked over to Desiree in the shallow end with a smile. Diving perfectly into the water, he made a slight splash, the waves running across the surface of the water. The warm water raced over his skin, cooling the heat from his skin quickly, peeling off the little bit of sweat he had. Swimming under water, he moved from the deep end where he had made his entrance, all the way to where Desiree stood in the shallower water. Reaching her, Micah playfully grabbed at her ankle for a quick moment, and then let go. Standing up, he emerged from the water, wetness flowing down his body. Slicking his soaking hair back and letting it drip, he looked to Desiree cheeks a little flushed from holding his breath. â??Soâ?¦â? He began, taking a couple of breaths just to catch up. â??If I let you go to this get together, whatâ??s in it for me?â? He asked with a small laugh, as if trying to make a deal with her. If anything, he was more curious on what she would say, or how she might react to such a question. Before she could respond though, Micah cupped his hand at the surface of the blue water, splashing over Desireeâ??s upper body, a perfect hit. As the water dripped down her breasts, and even through her exposed cleavage so tantalizing, Micah only looked through his peripheral vision, not wanting to get busted for gazing about her bountiful chest.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Entering pool at a slow, steady pace, Desiree enjoyed the way water caressed her skin. It was very warm, the only solace being in the streams of cold water coming from the sides of the pool. As she advanced, she was careful not to make waves, enjoying the smooth surface of the liquid. Part of the reason for it was a certain concern and daze, clearly visible in her expression. Her father’s words created disorder and confusion in her mind. Did he really think that she just worried about herself? She bit on her thumb momentarily, letting out a low sigh before quickly releasing the finger, making sure she hadn’t chipped any nail polish from her flawless manicure. That thought alone was enough to induce her into a thoughtful state for the rest of the day. Despite her occasional outburst of rage when they argued and she would tell him that he wasn’t her real father, she really didn’t think that way. To her, he was the most real thing on Earth. She had no intention of leaving when she turned eighteen – she belonged with him until she got married or moved to college.

On the other hand, her worries were not completely about him. There was that selfish part of her that worried about having to live in way lesser than what she did at that point. No, she decided, she was worried about him. About to launch into yet another internal debate, she was thankfully – or perhaps sadly, distracted by her father as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. The sight of those strong muscles moving right under his skin, flexing with each movement, she couldn’t help but stare with a lost air of a girl about to faint. At moments like that she had to remind herself that he was her father, and not just an incredibly sexy next door neighbor.

Truth was, she would often day dream about him. However, her mind’s defense mechanisms were quick to react and repressed any memories of it. Sometimes, she would snap out of a day dream or wake up in the morning to discover that her cheeks were flushed and her heart was beating madly yet she had no recollection of why – there were bits of his body coming back to her, yet never his face or any distinguishing features. The guys she dated were all complete opposites of him physically, other than for their bodies, because she felt an overwhelming subconscious need to prove to herself that she wasn’t attracted to Micah.

That day, however, everything was different somehow. Something was off, yet she didn’t figure out what exactly yet. When he jumped under water she shook her head with a grin. ‘You kids’ he would always say, or use those ridiculous words such as ‘hip’ or ‘cool’ in a way that made them sound like they were spoken by an old man. In reality, however, he was hardly forty, and still looked like he was in his early thirties or even late twenties, had it not been for a certain maturity and charm of an older, wiser man. To Desiree, it was a wonder that he was still on the market – even her friends would occasionally stare at him when they thought she didn’t notice. Many of them told straight to her face that she was lucky to be living with such a ‘sexy’ man. Some even went as far as asking whether they were having sex. It was said as a joke, of course, yet for some reason her heart skipped a beat and she grew flustered when that was said. Her friends simply thought that her relationship with her step-father was so strong that she was offended by the words, when in truth she couldn’t help but think of it.

Thankfully her sex education teacher emphasized on the fact that teenagers could have a tendency to day dream about men (and women) in a position of power, which made her think that it was nothing but a passing phase. Either way, she didn’t give it too much attention. James, her new crush, was a wonderful guy and while she by no means loved him yet, he did have a lot more potential. They spent a lot of time hanging out at his place, and he was one of the few guys to not ask her for any ‘favors’. Instead, he treated her with an odd respect and patience. At times it made her wonder whether he even liked her, yet after he asked her to the party all doubts were replaced by sheer happiness.

That happiness sadly didn’t prevent her jaw from almost dropping when Micah emerged from under water in all his half naked splendor. The drops of water on his skin, his wet hair falling about, it almost made her swoon. “Daddy,” she laughed as he splashed water onto her chest, causing the bikini to cling to her hardened nipples. “Well, there are a lot of things,” she started, alarms suddenly going off in her head. ‘What’s in it for me?’ His question sounded almost flirty, making him seem like a guy her age, instead of leaving him in his fatherly position. “First of all,” she started with a playful expression. “You can be proud of your daughter because instead of telling you that she’s going to sleep over at Jessica’s and sneaking out to the party instead, she told you the truth,” she pointed out, chuckling softly. As she did that, her already irregularly raising and falling chest jiggled slightly. “Secondly, you will make me so, so happy, which should make you happy,” she continued, flashing him a boyish grin.

For a moment, she paused, considering her words. “And finally, you will get my everlasting love and gratitude,” she added, her grin growing rather sheepish, her eyebrows arching slightly as she rose her eyes to meet his, studying him in silence. She then stepped forth, her arms loosely hooking around his waist. Despite the fact that there was some distance between them, her soft breasts were almost pressed up against his chest. “Oh, please, please, please,” she implored with a cute expression filled with the innocence and sensuality that were the main components of her charm. Generally, she could get anywhere with that expression alone – at least among men. It worked a little less with women, yet sometimes she managed to pull it off anyways.

Stepping on her tiptoes, she pressed the tip of her nose against his cheek, kissing his jaw. “Oh, and Dad, my question wasn’t about me, don’t ever say that,” she pouted before returning to her earlier position away from him, nudging him softly as she anticipated an answer.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah once more tried to shy away from casting his eyes down to her chest, even though he caught the sight of Desiree stiff and perky nipple protruding from under the soft, barely covering fabric of her black top. The splashed water soaked into the material, making it swell just a little as it absorbed the water, but still, it was not enough to hide those small and covered peaks. Still, Micah wondered if it was just a reaction to the water. Had it been cold or cool, that would be a valid excuse. But the pool was warm, partly from the heater, but mostly from the warm afternoon. He could not help but to think that she was arousedâ?¦ possibly for him, but most likey the boy she was dreaming about.

With a warm smile, Micah reached out to her sides, holding them ever so softly under the warm and caressing water. He gave a small squeeze, almost as if he was giving Desiree a hug, though he kept a slight distance from her young figure. Slowly, his strong hands moved up and down, just above her hips while he looked sweetly into her eyes with a small smile, followed by a slight chuckle as she revealed she was telling the truth. â??Well, I appreciate you telling me the truth, as opposed to masking your adventures in a lie,â? Micah told his step daughter, giving a few more slow strokes under the water with his hands. The top of his left hand, petting every so against Desireeâ??s right side, he softly came closer and closer to the hidden trails of butterflies, masked by the concealing makeup. Just a half inch higher, and he would be able to feel the slightly greasy covering against his fingers. Even though his loving and affectionate hands came close to the start of the inked butterflies, they always moved back down, coming so near to revealing her secret tattoos.

The pink ribbons that were tied in a simple knot, connecting the thin pieces of fabric together drifted under the water, floated gently upwards with the small current. Micahâ??s lower fingers brushed up against the soft and simple ties. Again, he thought of just how easy it would be to undo her bottom, leaving Desiree wearing nothing at all. Micah was more than tempted to take her in the poolâ?¦ how easy it would be to push her up against the side, and have his way with his step-daughter at last. He was able to push off the strong urge, craving that their first time not be hidden by the water. If he really was going to take Desiree, he wanted it to be out of the pool, lusting to hear the sound of his body moving against her own, their flesh rubbing smoothly togetherâ?¦ all of that would be unmistakably lost in their current setting.

Desireeâ??s begging smile, her pleading for his approval was what made him cave in to her request to go out. To further convince him, her slender arms wrapped behind his back, pressing against his skin ever so softly. Micah was already to give in, while she continued searching for his blessing. As she leaned in closer with each passing moment, he could feel the heat of her full chest pressing to him, hovering so very close. Lifting onto her toes, delivering the kiss to his cheek, Micah easily felt his step-daughters chest gliding over his own, her stiff and small nipples gliding lightly along his chest. Micah had to bite his tounge to hold in a light moan. Hearing her plead undying love and gratitude, followed almost immediately by her continued pleading, how could he say no to Desiree now?

Closing his eyes and bowing his head with a small smile, Micah nodded with his approval. â??You can go,â? He said. â??Just be home byâ?¦ lets say one?â? He smirked and winked, giving another light squeeze to her sides. Usually, he had set her curfew at eleven at the latest, and on rare occasions, midnight. This was the first time Micah had allowed her to stay out so late. Even though a little jealously curled through his head, thinking about that boy again, Micah wanted to show that he trusted her. Besides, it was senior year. Desiree should be allowed to stay out a little bit later than usual, although Micah had no plans on making the late curfew a regular standard. To stay out so late, even on a weekend, was something she would need to earn.

As their upper bodies pressed together ever so lightly, Micah was relived that their lower portions kept a safe distance. The feeling of her hard nipples lightly passing over him drew his waning arousal back up. Had her hips pushed to his, Micahâ??s want would surely would have been felt. The bright red and baggy trunks, along with the barrier of water easily hid his prominent desire. Kissing her cheek in return, the man smiled to her. â??I know you were not asking about your accounts. They are perfectly safe,â? He told her. â??Even if I were too loose everything, you would still have every last cent, ever deposited,â? Micah assured, kissing her other cheek lightly. â??Iâ??m allowed to tease you every now and again,â? He winked, planting a light kiss upon her forehead. Unable to conceal his blush any longer, Micah slipped away, falling backwards into the shallow end of the pool, letting the water slosh over his head. Desiree did not know the exact figure in her frozen accounts, but it was more than enough to pay for college, a house, living expenses, and more. In fact, the amount was great enough to start a rival company to his own if she so wished.

After a moment, he backed up, the water cascading through his short hair, and along his attractive form again. Looking back towards Desiree, he smirked, moving to the side of the pool. Hands gripped on the edge of the wet tile, cutting his swim short. â??I had swim earlier,â? he told the young girl. â??I donâ??t want to overdo things,â? Pushing himself up, his strong arms straightened out, showing off his toned muscles a little more.. Micahâ??s right leg flipped over the edge of the pool, using his knee as support. His left leg then popped out of the water, rising up. Inadvertently, the motion showed off his tight and firm backside, not realizing he was showing off that much. Stepping up along the cement, he grabbed a towel from the table he had been next to, chugging down a few more gulps of is tea, leaving only ice cubes in the tall glass. Padding his body down with the towel lightly, he tossed it to the chair he had been laying upon. Most of his tanned and toned skin was still damp, as he made his way to the house. â??I need a snack,â? Micah said, as Desiree stayed in the pool. â??Care for anything? He asked, his back to her, looking over his shoulder to hide his ongoing arousal.

 

[TortoiseShell]

The girl felt her heart pace accelerate as her step-father’s hands slid up and down her hips. There were several reasons for it. One of the main ones was his proximity to her tattoo – he would have been able to remove the thing sticking to her skin in one simple movement. The thought was frightening, especially when he seemed to be on the verge of accepting her request. The other reason, one she didn’t quite understand, was the way he touched her. It somehow seemed different from the way he would usually touch her. The fatherly element was still there, yet it seemed like he was touching her that way because he enjoyed it. A testimony to the awkwardness of their position was the fact that from afar they looked like a stunning couple rather than a father and his daughter.

However, the girl’s odd thoughts were interrupted by her father’s words about her telling him the entire truth without ‘masking’ her lies. In a moment her mind filled with guilt, but thankfully just as she was about to tell her father about the tattoos he told her that she could go. Excitement instantly covered her expression, her eyes growing wide. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” she chirped, jumping slightly, her breasts bouncing up and down. She didn’t realize just how hard she was making things for her step-father, nor did she notice the bulge in his trunks. It was most likely better that way, although she couldn’t help but steal a glance at his impressive body, or even got lost in his eyes, she wasn’t at a point where she would seriously consider an affair with her dad.

Especially now that he gave her the answer. One in the morning was incredible, it took her a lot of begging to push her curfew to midnight, and now he was letting her stay out until one! Of course most of her friends didn’t even have a curfew, yet she preferred to have one for some reason. It gave her something to fight about, argue, come up with reasons – she enjoyed doing so. Not to mention it proved that her father cared about her safety, rather than simply spoiling her with gift and buying her affection.

“I love you so much,” she exclaimed happily and jumped at him, her chest pressing up against his one tightly, her breasts squeezed between them. The embrace was however short and their lower bodies never touched, once again preventing her from uncovering the awkward truth. Stepping aside to let her father leave, she watched him hop out of the pool, those wonderfully sculpted muscles of his contracting and flexing. Her expression returned to a daze as she watched his firm rear and strong back, her lips half parted in a sensual, aroused expression. However, the moment he stood up, she blinked, hastily snapping out of it.

“Hm?” She arched her eyebrows, considering his words. “No, but I haven’t had dinner yet,” she stated, leaning forward to swim around the pool quickly. She dove in to wet her hair and emerged once again, glancing at her father. “Can we go inside and eat after?” She called out, stepping out of the pool as well. Without waiting for her father’s answer, she picked up a towel and ran upstairs to her bedroom.

She locked up the room and quickly took a shower, washing off the makeup from her tattoos. It was the fact that her father was inches from discovering them that put her off from swimming. She didn’t want to risk it anymore. Right after the party she would come clean. He would probably just yell for a bit and punish her. The man never once in her life lifted a hand at her. It took the girl ten minutes to finish her shower, about as much to dry her impressive mane. She then quickly pulled on a tight black t-shirt without a bra underneath and a pair of short matching shorts that stated ‘juicy’ on her rear. Letting her hair loosely fall about, she studied herself in the mirror, flashing herself a grin before going downstairs. For some reason she felt a compelling need to look her best whenever her father was around.

Her nipples still stood out against the fabric of the shirt, yet this time it was mainly due to the AC blasting in the house. She loved the AC more than anything on days like that. Yawning softly, she walked into the kitchen, looking around. The girl knew how to cook – she was fairly close with the staff of the house and they taught her many things when her step-father wasn’t looking. For some reason she was certain that she would one day need to show off her house wife skills to him. The instances were mainly a sudden bankruptcy or a natural disaster that would block the way to their house while the domestics were away.

Either way, she peered into the fridge, discovering that everything was ready and she only needed to warm things out. Letting out a soft sigh, she shook her head, somewhat disappointed by the fact that she wouldn’t be able to pay back her father by at least cooking a nice dinner for him yet again. Oh, how thankful she was to him though. She was extremely nervous, too. It would have to happen tomorrow, her first time. She knew that she was ready, yet her stomach was filled with butterflies nonetheless.

Pulling out the plate, she set it in the microwave and returned to the fridge to grab a carton of juice. “Daddy, where are you?” She called out, pulling out his plate just in case as well.

 

[Skye Pilot]

While Micah touched her hips under the surface of the water, he could not help but to sense a hint of nervousness on her face. He wasnâ??t quite sure if Desiree was trying to hide something from him, if she was put aback by his touch, or just worried about how he might respond to her question. Regardless of the reason, Micah shrugged it off, as he gave his answer. Instantly, he saw Desireeâ??s face light up with pure excitement and joy, bouncing up and down as she stood in the pool with him. He smiled to her softly, hearing her thanks and praise. Even as she jumped up and down on the balls of her feet with joy, he so very much wanted his gaze to stray, wanting so badly to take in the full sight of her jiggling breasts. Micah remained strong though, keeping his eyes upon her delight filled face.

With Desireeâ??s statement of love for her step-father, Micah tensed a little when she lunged forward, catching him in her arms, hugging ever so close. Her large, barely covered breasts pushed fully to his chest. He could feel her stiff nipples digging against his body, the sensation driving his arousal further. The warm feeling of her upper body clung to his still damp chest, the want to take her growing ever stronger. Had she leaned in any closer, the hardness that was hidden by his trunks and the water would have nudged against her lower portions. Part of him so deeply craved that she might just do that, his imagination running for a moment, playing out a scene of her freely giving herself to him. Quickly he was snapped back to reality, knowing the daydream would not take place in realityâ?¦ at least not yet.

After he had dried off most of the excess water, and made his way to the back door, he paused, turning his body a little, and looking back to the water. Desiree dove into the water with a slight splash, the ripples gliding about the surface of the pool. Micah continued to watch as she made a quick lap about the pool. With a smile, he nodded to her question about dinner, and made his way inside, before she made her way out of the pool. He knew that if he saw her sexy figure, dripping with water emerging from the pool, he would not be able to hold himself back any longer. The thought alone was almost more than he could handle at that point.

Micah made his way to his room, closing the door with a heavy sigh. The thoughts in his head still wrestled with one another. Before Desiree had come home from school, he thought he would be able to go through with things without question. Now though, it was not quite as simple as he had worked out in his head. Slipping out of his trunks, he let the damp fabric fall to the floor, making his way to hos own shower. Stepping into the flow of water, he leaned up against the wall, letting the cold droplets flow all over his body, trying to clear his mind.

Once the chlorine scent had been cleansed away from his hair and skin, Micah shut off the water, stepping out of the shower. Grabbing a fresh towel, he dried himself off fully. Once dry, he went over to his large walk in closet. First he grabbed a white tank top, which was a size too small. The tight fabric showed off his upper body rather well. Next, he slipped on a pair of denim shorts, neglecting to put on a pair of boxers underneath them. Besides, they would just get in the way, if he would still go through what he had been planning for so very long.
Micah went downstairs after he was dressed, his hair still a little damp. Desireeâ??s melodic voice called out from the kitchen, asking where he might be. â??Iâ??ll be there in a moment,â? he called back out, walking down the elegant stairway. Going into the kitchen, he smiled and shook his head, catching the view of his step-daughter from behind. Her tight little shorts seemed to grasp her tight rump perfectly, the lettering running across the back. â??Smells good,â? he stated, catching the scent of the warming food. â??What is it?â? he asked, moving to one of the cupboards. Opening it up, he plucked out two glasses, setting them down on the counter. Taking the carton of juice from her, he filled them both with fruity goodness. Putting the carton back in the fridge, Micah took the glasses into the adjacent dining room, setting one down at his spot at the end of the long table, and the other to the right, where Desiree always sat.

Going back to the kitchen, Micah leaned up against one of the counters close to Desiree, watching the seconds count down on the microwave. â??Crossing his strong arms in front of his chest, he looked over to her. â??Donâ??t get used to the 1am cerfewâ?¦â? He started to tell her. â??Youâ??ve earned it this time, but by no means will it become the new standard,â? He informed her in a fatherly tone. â??If you are here even a minute past one, Iâ??ll ground you for a week,â? He continued on. â??No TV, no internet, nothing except school,â? Micah let his order set in for a moment. â??Is that understood?â? he asked, a slight smile on his face even though he was being firm, knowing that his terms would be acceptable.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree turned her head over her shoulder when her father walked in, offering him a smile. “I’m not completely sure,” she started with a chuckle, pulling out one of the plates and setting the other into the microwave. “But it’s rice, chicken and some kind of stir fried vegetables and some sauce or something,” she stated, never completely sure what Annie, the cook, put in the food. Quickly pulling out a bowl of Caesar salad, she followed her stepfather to the dining room to leave it there before turning back to the kitchen, quickly taking the utensils.

Suddenly, her dad walked in, startling her this time. She turned around and leaned back against the counter, the bright emerald gaze trailing over him while her face turned into a pout. “Dad, you’re honestly offensive today,” she stated playfully, shaking her head. She was about to tell him that he was mean but decided not to push it, she wasn’t about to do anything that could compromise her stay at the party tomorrow. “I’m never late, you know that,” she murmured, walking up to him. Her hands rested on his sides as she looked up at her father with the same innocent look she always bore. “And besides, you know I’m responsible,” she added with a slight smile before standing onto her tiptoes once again, kissing his cheek for yet another time.

She liked being physically close to him. She loved his smell, his impressive in comparison to her height, his beautifully chiseled face and the strong frame. She generally didn’t think of much when she was close to him, assuming that it was a natural way for a girl to feel about her father, especially since she didn’t have a mother. He was the only person she could give her affection to around the house, and the girl had a lot of it bottled up. “Don’t worry,” she murmured and slid her hand along his abs as she walked off to the dining room.

She didn’t eat much, but god she was hungry. Taking a seat, she waited for him to do so as well before starting her meal. She ate with grace, almost as though they were at a formal supper with the governor’s family. “So Dad, what are you doing tonight?” She wondered, studying him with a curious expression. “The house is so empty,” she shook her head, still not quite sure why. Although the domestics weren’t generally noticeable, at least they were there. Now the house felt a little too big for just the two of them.

Nonetheless, she intended on making the best of the night. She didn’t have any homework since school only began a couple of weeks earlier and everything that she did have been done in advance. The girl was pretty much an exemplary daughter, had it not been for her occasionally flirty attitude with her father. Of course there were also things he didn’t know, such as her tattoos and her occasional pot smoking habits. It was recreational though, and as long as it wasn’t a problem…well, it wasn’t a problem.

Despite her grace, she ate quickly, stealing a glance at Micah every once in a while. “Can we watch TV or something? We haven’t done anything together in a while,” she smiled, looking like a tamed kitten.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah chuckled a little when Desiree said she was not completely sure what she was warming up, but then nodded when she began to explain the main components of what happened to be on the plates, resolving the mystery. As he leaned up against the counter himself, and laid down the rules and consequences for tonight, Micah looked at Desiree, while she leaned up against the counter across from him. Her hands reached slightly behind her, resting on the edge of the long marble countertop. With her body leaning back, it served to push her ample breasts forward, noticing she was not wearing a bra of any sort under her black shirt. He tried not to get too distracted by that fact. Seeing his step-daughter push out that bottom lip, and tell him he was being offensive. It angered him a little, but the playful sweetness in her voice made him figure she was at least being slightly sarcastic about it.

â??I know, you have not been late in some time, I just feel I need to remind you from time to time about what will happen if you are,â? Micah told her, Keeping his arms crossed as she sauntered over, giving a warm sweet kiss to his cheek. On her tiptoes, he could heel the solid brush of her breasts against him once more, the chilly air seeming to have made her showing nipples harder. He though about telling her to be sure to wear a bra when she went to the party, even as a tease, but not wanting to be any more offensive towards Desiree, he held his tongue instead.

When she backed away from the quick kiss, the dance of her fingers against his tight tank top, just over his toned abs, a tingle of pleasure quickly flowed through him, starting at the base of his spine and racing up the length of his spine. Micah was glad Desiree had moved away, making her way back to the dining room. It gave him a moment to recover from the slight blush that formed on his cheeks. â??Iâ??m allowed to worry, Desiree,â? he said lightly. â??Itâ??s one of my fatherly duties,â? he chuckled a little.

Micah then followed her back into the dining room, taking his spot at the head of the table. Taking a sip of juice, he shrugged, looking over to Desiree. â??I havenâ??t quite decided yet,â? he told the girl. â??Maybe Iâ??ll call up a few friends, and have a little get together of my own,â? he said with a smile, picking up his fork, starting to take a few bites of dinner. â??Itâ??s been a while since I threw a pool party, and before long it will be too cold,â? he continued on, not really sure if he would have the impromptu gathering or not. â??Besides, it wont feel quite as empty if people drink too much wine to drive home,â? he teased.

Desiree had told him that the house had felt too big for just the two of them before. In all honesty, by this point in life, he had expected to have a rather large family. Obviously, that had not worked out as he had planned. He never told Desiree that, but instead explained he and his 3 brothers grew up in a small, cramped two bedroom apartment with only a single bathroom. It was the truth really, and Micah had not enjoyed the living conditions he had experienced during his youth. He had been so relived when they had finally lived to a house when he was 13, and got his own room, but those first years gave him the want to always have a mansion, and now he had it. Plus, many times during the holidays, Micah and Desiree would host, since they had the nicest place out of anybody else in the family, and everyone had more than enough space.

Micah nodded and smiled when she asked if they could watch some TV. Pushing his chair back, he walked over to the small stand by the door, and picked up the remote. A large flatscreen television had been mounted on the wall. Micah had been against installing a television in the dining room originally, but he found out it worked as a great pacifier during the large holiday family meals. Just throw on whatever football game was on for the day, and dinner practically ran itself, except for the commercial breaks. Sitting back down, he slid the remote over to Desiree. â??Find something you like, hon,â? Micah said happily, going back to munching on his dinner.

After dinner, Micah gathered up their plates, taking them to the kitchen and rinsing them off quickly. Making his way back to the dinning room, he stood behind Desiree, placing his hands on her shoulders, giving a gentle rub, trying to hide what had been on his mind in regards to her all day long. Looking over at the clock, it was only a little before 5. â??Care to continue watching this in the living room? Or do you need to go get yourself ready for tonight?â? he casually asked. Even as he stood behind her, the sweet scent of her hair drifted up, making his nostrils flare a little. Micah closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the lovely aroma. He gently worked the tips of his fingers underneath her hair, as it cascaded down from her head, waterfalling over her slender shoulders. Micah continued the friendly little massage, feeling the warmth of her body through the dark shirt she wore. He had occasionally given her a brief little shoulder rub every now and then, knowing his wouldnâ??t be at all out of character for him. It honestly was a sincere gesture, showing his deep care and affection for Desiree.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree listened to her father’s plans, nodding slowly. For a moment, the girl was on the verge of telling him that they probably had their families to tend to but decided against it. Although she didn’t know the full reason behind their house’s size, taking it for a way to show off the fact that they were well off and allow them to remain part of the high class, she did have an idea. Most of his friends were married or at least had kids. Micah meanwhile spent his time with her and for some reason never found himself a girlfriend. She never understood that much. He was handsome, wealthy, gentle, funny, heck she could make a list of a hundred adjectives to describe all of his qualities. He should have had kids by then, he was a wonderful father despite the fact that their physical affection sometimes went a little too far – not that she realized it.
And so, instead of pointing out that fact, she was simply glad that she would be gone for the night and away from his friends. Although most of them were nice people, most of the men had a tendency to subtly flirt with her. Which was absolutely fine whenever they were sober. The moment alcohol got involved in the equation things always went wrong. Aware of Micah’s protectiveness toward her, they waited for her to be alone like vultures and would oftentimes drop by and squeeze her rear, murmuring some dirty comment – something they always apologized for once sobered up. Needless to say their wives didn’t like her much and searched for any excuse to get their husbands away from the teen. Not that she cared.

At that point she was counting down minutes until James passed by to pick her up. The boy mentioned that he would drop by at six thirty which meant that he would be there at that time and not a minute left. It was one of the boy’s strongest points. His parents taught him well and his respect toward girls was beyond that of any other teenage guy’s she has ever met. It didn’t bother her though, it felt nice to be treated that way despite the fact that he occasionally got boring with his righteousness.

Turning on the television, she watched a new episode of Scrubs, chuckling softly at the content although not as much as she had during the earlier seasons. As all shows it was bound to come to an end, and its expiry date was near. Turning off the television, she helped Micah clean up when he mentioned the time. “Oh my god, already?” She exclaimed, wide eyed, looking up at him. His shoulder rubs were heaven, so she remained silent until the hands would move away, a pleased expression on her face. Finally, she stood up, shaking her head. “I have to get ready,” she stated and rushed up the stairs, locking herself up in her room to try on a series of dresses and skirts, trying to match them with the perfect shoes and accessories.

In the end, she opted for a very simple dress. Once again her tattoo was covered, since the dress hardly hid anything. It reached her mid-thigh, mostly covering her breasts yet showing a bit of cleavage. Made out of white polyester, it had a single shade in its entirety, a white band ending with a ribbon on the back wrapped under her breasts, the part between the ribbon and the dress’s hem being slightly looser only to end with an elastic strap about an inch thin. On her wrists dangled a single bracelet with a few charms on it, on her neck a single chain with a small transparent stone at the end, her earrings matching transparent stones with gold in between. On her feet was a pair of golden high heels, looking almost like gladiator shoes only reaching up to her ankle.

Her hair was the hardest part. Straightening it out, she debated on what to do with it before picking it up in a careful, high ponytail that fell halfway down her back. Her makeup was simple too. Bronzer highlighted her high cheekbones, a light trace of black eyeliner and mascara making her eyes stand out even more almost like those of a cat. On her lips was a hint of light pink lipstick, but overall she looked extremely natural.

The girl finished by the time clock hit six fifteen. Quickly picking up a small golden clutch, she filled it with a lipstick, money, house keys, her cellphone and a condom just in case. She felt tacky doing it, but knowing James he would either forget or shy out. She, on the other hand, was very much up for it. She wanted to stop being a little girl that night cost what may. Of course then again…She swallowed nervously and studied herself in the mirror, flashing herself a perfect smile. She looked stunning.

Making her way down the stairs, she looked around, listening to the noises in the house to find out what her father was up to. Right before that she quickly called her date to ask him if he was still on time and as she had expected, he was. So, she walked up to her father, quiet as a cat despite her high heels. Her hands slid on his sides from behind, her chin briefly coming to rest on his shoulder. “Daddy,” she cooed, stepping away to glide in front of him, her hands at her hips. “How do I look?” She wondered with an innocent expression, for some reason finding her father’s approval absolutely necessary.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah knew that Desiree was not the biggest fan of when he had his friends over. She had told him about the playful little flirty, which was always bound to happen to a girl of her looks, and also about the, inappropriate touches that sometimes occurred as well. Most of the time, it was of course do to the effect the wine or other sprits had on them. The first few times it had happened, Micah did let it slide, talking to the men briefly, and telling them diplomatically to not do that again. But things began to get a little worse, the incidents of Desireeâ??s harassment increased slightly, and he began to be a little less careful with his words when dealing with the offenders. One time it had even resulted in Micah punching one of his business partners, knocking him fully clothed into the pool in front of most everyone. To say the least, she had not been flirted with or touched since then, but he knew it was still a major concern for Desiree.

He watched the episode of Scrubs with her, and although Micah did not watch the show religiously, it was sometimes hard to tell what was going on socially between the characters. Like any show, it had itâ??s key episodes, but it was still fun to watch, making him chuckle out loud at points. After the show and the brief cleanup, Micah sighed when she then realized the time, his strong and loving hands still working on her hidden shoulders ever so lightly. A part of him wished Desiree would have more time before her date came to pick her up, wanting to spend more time with her in several ways, and for several reasons. The first was just because they had not been spending a whole lot of time together, but what sane teenage girl wants to hang out with a parent all the time? The second of course, was because of his ongoing arousal for his step-daughter, wanting to act on his lewd thoughts, but at this juncture, he had waited far too long. Continuing the shoulder rub a moment longer, he slowly slid his hands away when she told him she had to go and get ready.

Hearing Desiree rush up to her room, Micah took in a deep breath, trying to relax. Fetching a glass of ice cold water, he went into the living room, sitting down on his favorite leather recliner. Setting the glass on a coaster, as to not leave a water mark on the solid mahogany end table that was to the side, he then picked up the remote, flipping on the TV that was mounted above the mantle. He switched it over to the cable news channels, skimming through them, seeing what he had missed through they day. Most importantly, were the companies stocks. Watching the ticker crawl past on the edge of the screen, theirs was of course predictably up once again. With a smug smile, Micah changed the channel to Comedy Central, catching the previous nights edition of the Daily Show.

During one of the commercial breaks, Micah got up out of his chair, adjusting a few of the art books that were laying on the solid glass surface of the coffee table. While he made a few decorative adjustments, he suddenly felt a pair of light hands set down on his sides. Standing up with a hidden smile, he took Desireeâ??s right hand from his side, lifting it up, giving her palm a light kiss, feeling her chin give a small nuzzle to his shoulder. After she let go to step in front of her step father, Micah looked over the beautiful and sweet smelling girl standing in front of her. Taking in her looks from head to toe, he could not help but be a little jealous of her date tonight. â??You look absolutely stunning,â? he told her, completely truthful, blushing just a little. The golden light of the setting sun poured in through the large windows of the room, almost making her look like she had a faint angelic glow to top everything off. Holding her hands very softly in his own, Micah leaned in to return one of those cheek kisses she had given him earlier, being extra careful not to smudge or smear her carefully applied make up. Looking over her again, just to be sure, the arousal within him had already started to churn again, craving to have Desiree ever so deeply. â??Jamesâ?¦â? he said for a moment, knowing she had mentioned his name during idle conversation at dinner. â??â?¦it was James, right?â? he asked, teasing as if he had not paid careful attention. â??He is very lucky to have you as a date tonight,â? he told her, nodding with a smile a few times.

Giving Desireeâ??s hands a light squeeze, he gave her other cheek a kiss, and then one more on her forehead, just for good measure. Looking to her gorgeous eyes sweetly, he smiled. â??Just remember, be home on timeâ?¦ but really, more importantly, be careful tonight,â? Micah told Desiree, â??Oh, and even more importantly than thatâ?¦â? he continued, as if he was about to give her a mini-lecture on drinking, drugs, or having sex. â??Have fun tonight, ok?â? he ended with a playful smirk, shooting the girl a wink.

Just then the doorbell rang. Micah was surprised he hadnâ??t heard the car pull up. Even in such a large house, he tended to have an ear for such a thing. Perhaps he had been so enchanted by the girls looks, he had been taken out of that state of mind. Escorting her to the door, he opened it up, seeing the young and attractive boy there, all dressed up himself. If Micah didnâ??t know any better, he would have thought they might be going to senior prom. James wore a black pinstripe suit, neatly pressed and not a fleck of lint anywhere. Underneath the jacket, was a crimson shirt, shinny enough to be silk. His necktie was neatly done up, and the more whimsical part of Micah had thought it might have been a clip on, but clearly this boy had better taste than that.

â??You must be James,â? Micah said, reaching out to shake his hand. He made sure his grip was firm and strong, and even through he probably could have crushed the boys hand, he made sure not to go quite that far. He also gave strong and crystal clear eye contact, shooting him the typical fatherly warning look. It was something that transcended words, the unsaid warnings not at all needing to be said. â??Iâ??m Micah, Desireeâ??s step father,â? he introduced himself. â??And this, as Iâ??m sure you know is Desiree,â? he said with a small chuckle. Taking her hand, she lead her out the door, giving a small escort once more.

James smiled towards Desiree, then took her dainty hand, leading her over to the passenger side of the car, with Micah following a step or two behind. Being the perfect gentleman that he was, James opened the door for her date, offering her any help to get in that she may need. Once seated, he made his way around, hopping into to the drivers seat. Micah kneeled down next to Desireeâ??s window, and she unrolled it. Looking to them both, and shooting James another one of those looks, he then smiled to the young man. â??Desiree needs to be home by one tonight,â? Micah told him, even though the point had been driven home in her head several times. With so much reinforcement, Micah was faithful it would not be an issue. â??Have fun you two,â? He ended, giving Desiree one last kiss to the cheek. Stepping away, he stood in the driveway and watched the pair drive off, until they were out of sight.

With a sigh, but a smile on his face, he shook his head. He was honestly happy for Desiree, glad she found someone that she liked. Turning around, Micah went into the kitchen, and popped open a bottle of wine for himself. By no means did he plan to drink the whole thing by himself. Going back into the living room, he sat back down, flipping through, trying to find something to watch. Taking a sip of the red wine, He pulled his iPhone from his pocket. Scrolling through the names in his contact list, he set the phone down only about halfway through. �Screw it,� he thought. A quiet night at home was something he did not get all that often. Taking another sip of his beverage, Micah relaxed into his chair, as Zombieland was just beginning to start.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree watched her father’s lips graze her small palm, her breath catching at the back of her throat. It was such a sexy thing to do, she thought to herself. Despite the fact that it was an innocent body part, that kiss was somehow incredibly erotic. She swallowed slowly, trying to chase the aroused look from her face. Her father was really odd that night, or perhaps it was her. Although such responses were not completely out of the ordinary for her, she understandably grew flustered from time to time, it never happened at such frequency. She felt like a cat in heat, responding to the slightest graze in an extremely strong way. No, not even grazes – the look on her father’s face alone was enough to make her skin burn, forcing the girl to feel as though all the clothing was shed and she was completely bare in front of him.

Then came the kisses. The innocent, sweet signs of affection were twisted in her eyes, making her eyelids close for a few moments as the stunning man in front of her showed manly, protective aspect of his. When he said James was lucky, she couldn’t help but blush, giggling nervously like a girl left alone in a hot teacher’s office. A moment following the giggle she was giving herself a mental beating, trying to figure out why in the world she acted like such an idiot. A part of her felt like a constantly blushing, falsely innocent bimbo at a rich man’s arm. Shaking it off, she offered him one of her trademark smiles – warm, gentle and caring, with just a subtle hint of mischief. “Yeah, James,” she nodded, shrugging with a humble air. “I should hope he thinks so too,” she stated, although the slight self-assured air was enough to show that she was convinced he did. It wasn’t because she thought of herself very highly – she looked the way she did because she was lucky, but also because she worked on it. And god knew she worked on her relationship with James. Through most of the summer she stayed away from every single cute guy on the beach, in the streets or clubs, which was most likely one of the reasons for the weird reactions she was getting from her father. There was so much sexual energy pent up inside of her that she had a hard time holding it back when it was on the verge of getting some release. At least she hoped so.

Suddenly, James arrived, ringing the bell. Nervously inhaling, she followed her step-father to the door. James shot her a timid yet sexy smile before nodding to her father. He was great in socializing and although there was a blush on the boy’s cheeks, he remained respectful and polite. He was the kind of a guy you introduce to your parents and worry that they like him more than they like you. He instilled a sense of security – perhaps it was his silly air due to the blonde mess on his head, set in a permanent bedhead, or the light innocent blue eyes of a kid, whatever it was, it was rather disarming although at times it made Desiree wonder if he really was as innocent as he seemed. From the way things were progressing, she was starting to think that he was. “Pleased to meet you, sir. I will make sure that she gets home safe and sound on time,” he smiled politely and led Desiree to the car.

As they walked, the man slid his arm around her waist, briefly pulling her closer to him. “You are beautiful,” he uttered the words every girl wanted to hear. For some reason though, despite the fact that she could feel butterflies fill her stomach, the words didn’t have the same effect on her now as they had when her step-father uttered them. They felt sweet yet not sexy. Nonetheless, she kissed his cheek and quickly wiped off the lipstick.

Before they left, she kept on thinking of the words her father said. “Just have fun,” he told her instead of launching into an impressively short lecture that would contain every bit of information meant to scare her off drinking, smoking or having sex. She smiled back then, and thinking about it now she couldn’t help but smile again. Those words made it hard for her to leave her father all on his own a Friday night. She figured that he would call up those dumb friends of his and hang out with them though, which allowed her to utter a soft “I love you Daddy”, and release his hand as she left home with James.

The drive to the party was smooth, the couple chatting happily about mundane things. There were sweet nothings, playful teasing, and even talk about what they would do. Finally, the car pulled up in front of a mansion as large as that Desiree and her father shared. One of Desiree’s friends, obviously as well off as herself and James, was throwing the party of the year since her parents left her the house for the weekend, leaving on an urgent trip. The domestics were partially there, helping her out with...well, everything. The girl didn’t even lift a nail to do anything yet the party was already beginning. There were easily fifty people present and more kept on arriving. It was a downer since the party was supposed to be exclusive yet was quickly turning into an open house.

James and Desiree exchanged worried glances yet stepped in with their most presentable smiles, playing adults. They chatted with the crowd the way a married couple would, with a sense of implied haughtiness and superiority laced with humbleness. Throughout the night, they were the ‘it’ thing. Somewhat like Brangelina, although their names didn’t quite match to form a nickname so everyone just referred to them as the ‘cutest thing on Earth’. Everything went smoothly. The night began with a slow dance, James occasionally pressing her hand to his heart or delivering it a gentle kiss. It was followed by a walk to the a remote, romantic spot with a fairly heavy making out session. The two were inseparable through then night and the excitement and attraction between the two was almost palpable. Nonetheless, instead of ending in the bedroom – a logical follow up to the night that was…well, perfect, James took both of her hands at one point with an awfully serious air. That air took the girl aback for a moment – the guy looked like he was about to propose. Instead, he kissed her sweetly, giving her one of his innocent smiles. “Des…It’s been months that I’ve meant to tell you this. I like you…, and I was hoping that we could…make this official?” He wondered with a blush, receiving a soft chuckle on her behalf. “Of course,” she exclaimed, secretly glad that he didn’t use the word ‘love’ in that sentence, since he had a hard time choosing the words when he reached the ‘I’ part.

At that point, Desiree’s hopes were up and she was just waiting for him to take her upstairs when screams filled the air. Oh, no, she couldn’t help but think, and they instantly rushed to the origin of the screams. It didn’t take long to figure out what was wrong – there had been a drunk fight, which would have been fine, had one of the guy not been knocked out while the other punched out a door in the house made of thin glass, trails of blood everywhere as well as shard of the material in his arms. “Oh god,” Desiree mumbled, growing pale.

The guy on the ground suddenly woke up and laughed to inform everyone that he was fine yet his laughter quickly faded. The party hostess instantly returned, informing everyone that the party was, much to her dismay, over since the cops would surely come with the ambulance considering the fact that one of the guys was knocked out. Even without her to chase away the crowd, the mood was most definitely ruined, completely so.


Desiree sighed and glanced up at her date, offering him a meaningful gaze. “Alright, I’ll bring you home,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. At least the girl only had a glass while her date remained completely sober, resolute to keep his word to her father. When his car pulled up into her driveway, it was only half past ten. “I’m sorry…I hoped we could spend more time together, but I just want to go to sleep and forget this,” she whispered, leaning forward. James nodded, smiling as he kissed her nose. “It’s fine babe,” he replied in a matching whisper and pressed his lips to hers. Following a few minutes in the car, the two left it, worried to raise her father’s suspicions. “Goodnight,” she murmured when he was at the door and following a brief peck on the lips the couple separated.

Quietly entering the house, Desiree kicked off her shoes, tired of wearing the high heels. Leaving her clutch there as well, she walked toward the living room from which the sounds of a movie resonated. “Dad?” She called out, hopeful that he was still awake. She was surprised that nobody was there, but it was probably best that way since perhaps they could spend some time together that way and compensate for the ruined night.

 

[Skye Pilot]

After he had watched the rather entertaining movie, Micah was already several glasses of wine into the bottle. He did tend to have a rather high tolerance, and since the wine itself did not have a very high alcohol content, all he had was a rather mild buzz. Pouring a third glass after the movie had come to a close, Micah stood up from his chair, flipping through the nearby shelf of Dvdâ??s and Blu-ray discs. Picking out the newest Star Trek movie, he put it into the player. Waiting for it to get past all the mandatory, previews and un-skippable messages about pirating movies, he wandered to the front of the mansion. Flipping a few switches by the door, he turned on the front lights to the house, and those in the foyer, wanting to give Desiree and James the knowledge that Micah may very well be watching for the instant the finally got home.

Passing through the kitchen on his way back to the living room, he picked up a slight snack. In the fridge, the cook had a small platter of deli meats, various cheeses, and crackers. Taking a small selection onto his own plate, Micah went back into the living room, shutting off the lights to watch the spectacular movie. The volume was up rather loud, so even his attuned ears would not be able to hear the car pull up. Besides, he had never expected them to be home quite this early. Hearing Desireeâ??s familiar voice break through the air, he paused the movie. Looking over, all he could see was the silhouette of her sexy figure, the light in the hallway behind her making it so her body was cast in the shadows of the living room. â??Desiree?â? He asked, standing up, and brushing a few crumbs from himself. Looking to his watch, she was still two and a half hours early. â??Youâ??re home earlyâ?¦ Is everything ok?â? he asked with concern in his voice, hoping that nothing terrible had happened that evening.

Going over to the entrance of the living room where his step daughter stood, he turned the lights on a low setting, not wanting to get stunned by the light, since he had been in the dark watching movies all evening. Illuminating her face, Micah could see the slight bit of disappointment she wore on her face, but at least she didnâ??t look like she had been dumped, or cheating on. It more or less expressed the night had been a bust. Still though, he figured Desiree and James would have stayed out until the very last minute, given such a late curfew. Wrapping his strong arms around her small waist, Micah pulled the girl close in a warm embrace, knowing that by the look on her face she needed a little cheering up.

With the hug, Micah could feel her entire warm and soft body press up against his figure, the sensation of it nearly making him melt. That, mixed in with the fruity and exotics scents of shampoo and hair, stirred up those hungry emotions for his step-daughter once more. Combined with the recent sips of his adult beverage, it was all starting to become too much for him to handle for very much longer. Pulling away from their embrace, Micah took her hand with a smile. Guiding her over to the couch, he offered for her to sit. â??Care to tell me what happened?â? he asked, knowing something major must have occurred if she was home so early this evening.

Before he sat down next to Desiree though, he went back to the recliner, taking his wine glass in one hand, and the bottle in the other. Putting the glass down on the top of the coffee with the slight clink of glass meeting glass, Micah popped the cork from the bottle, topping off the partially sipped drink. Setting the bottle with cork in place on the floor, he nudged the glass over to her, giving a slight wink to let her know he would be fine if she indulged herself. He had let her drink in the confines of the house before, during holidays and family gatherings, but never when he was hosting one of the parties. Micah figured it would be too much of a risk to allow that, especially after she had told him of the flirting and touching that had happened during them. Finally, he sat down on the large, soft, leather couch next to her, tilting a little so they could have their conversation.

Before Desiree could explain what was going on, Micah felt the need to start. â??So, obviously, I didnâ??t have a party after all,â? He smiled, slowly draping his arm about the girls slim shoulders, letting her relax and lean against him. â??I thought about a small gathering shortly after you left, but I really do get enough of those people during work,â? He chuckled. â??Besides, I donâ??t ever seem to have much time just to myself, so I watched a couple movies, as you can see,â? Micah said, looking up to the paused movie, a perfect image of the Enterprise up on the screen, looking almost like a painting. â??We can finish it, if you are in the mood,â? he continued to say, then looked at Desiree sweetly. â??But first, your turn. What happened? And why didnâ??t you and James go find a little corner of the world to go make out in?â? he asked, rather teasingly of course, mostly just to see how she would react. In reality, there were plenty of spots on the property they could have gone to. Plenty of woods, or down to the beach. Even more so, there were ways to get to those spots without even coming near the house, so Micah would have not known any better.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree instantly regretted having called out for her father as she realized that virtually all of the lights were out, other than the one suggesting he could be watching. She figured that that light had been little more than a bluff to keep the kids behaving. Of course she never knew, which was one of the reasons she asked James to leave so early. When her father did answer, however, she felt a smile, a tired one but a smile nonetheless, spread across her face. At least he was awake. For some reason she wanted someone to hold her, desperately so. Alright, perhaps he couldn’t provide her with the kind of holding she wanted, yet an embrace would be fine. Almost as though he knew what exactly she was thinking about, Micah pulled her into an embrace without letting her answer, only giving her enough time to nod and say that everything was okay.

Completely silent, she wrapped her arms around her father’s neck tightly, her breasts squished against his chest. Although she didn’t realize it, her dress slipped slightly during the embrace, one of her nipples almost showing since she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. When the embrace ended, she pulled away with reluctance, following her father into the living room. There, she quickly pulled off her jewelry, setting it on the table and freed her mane, dropping the elastic next to it. The only reminder of the evening was the dress she wore, but it was comfortable enough for her to stay in it.

Sitting down by his side, she told herself that maybe it wasn’t so bad. Perhaps her relationship with James would work out better if they were to take things slowly and wait until they’ve dated for a couple of months instead of jumping into things right away. It would probably result in at least one of them getting hurt in the end since it would have been the first time for the two of them that night. At least that’s what everyone told her, including James. Either way, instead of being with him she could have a father and daughter date with Micah, she told herself, trying to wipe the disappointment off her face. They generally had fun, and he did let her drink when it was just them.

“I’m being responsible,” she teased when he mentioned that she was home early but listened to his words instead of telling him her story. While he spoke, she made herself comfortable against him, one of her arms sliding across his rock hard abs. He was the only father she knew to be in such a wonderful shape. Her hand caressed his side slowly, her eyes shutting while she listened to his heartbeat. She didn’t realize that he could see most of her breasts from the way she was sitting and quite honestly couldn’t even care less. “Well that’s good. We can watch movies all night?” She suggested with a bright smile, lifting her chin to kiss his jaw lightly before turning back to the television, holding on to the glass of wine.

She emptied it fairly quickly yet did so subtly to avoid making him think that she was binge drinking or anything along the lines. Setting the glass on the table, she studied the couch, hesitating for a few moments before bending over to push on the lower part, getting it to slide up, the couch becoming more of a bed than a couch. “It just sucked,” she stated, leaning up against him. “And dad, you’re embarrassing,” she stated with a blush when he talked about making out. He did have a point, she thought to herself. At least they could have comforted each other; the blood gushing everywhere hadn’t been the most pleasant sight. The guy was fine though, they received a text message on the way home. The weird thing was nobody even knew who invited him. He wasn’t part of their crowd.

“It was a great party at first, but then this guy got into a fight with another guy, and he punched a hole through Melissa’s glass door,” she stated, shivering. “That kind of killed any desire to make out,” she stated bluntly, grinning at her father defiantly. She was already getting light headed, although definitely not drunk. The girl’s weight hardly exceeded a hundred pounds, making her a very, very light weight. Nonetheless, she developed tolerance overtime and although often tipsy or light headed she was never drunk. Her father of course didn’t know about the development of said tolerance since she mostly drank without him being around, quite obviously.

“Can we not talk about it? The guy’s okay, it was just shallow wounds,” she stated with a sigh, shifting her head to rest the side of her face against her father’s shoulder, looking up at him. Her lips were so close to his ones, yet she wasn’t even dimly aware of that fact. The thought that if he turned his head and tilted it by an inch their lips would meet didn’t even faintly graze her brain. “Dad, I love you,” she murmured tiredly, shutting her eyes with a lazy expression. Her hand on his sides slowly slid up his hard chest, slowly outlining his muscles almost as though he was a lover, not her father, until her hand reached his shoulder, resting on it softly.

Opening her eyes again, she stifled a yawn, glancing at the television with a chuckle. “You’re watching Star Track again?” She laughed, softly nudging his size. Her bare legs meanwhile slid up, resting across his lap, her dress riding up so high another couple of inches more and her firm rear would have been exposed – especially so since the only form of underwear she was wearing was a sexy white thong made of a lacy material with a ribbon on each side – she loved those for some reason and had quite a few articles of clothing with them.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah gave out a light little chuckle after they had sat down together, Desiree telling him that she was being responsible. Perhaps everything he had told her earlier had sunk in deeper than he intended or thought it might. By the time he had gathered up his wine glass and the bottle, Desiree had already loosened up her clothing, slipped out of the jewelry, and had her long locks of hair flowing just as freely as ever. Micah smiled over to her as she sat down, taking his place next to her. Sitting together with Desiree on the couch, his hand stroked over the edge of her shoulder and the side of her arm, staying there, comforting his step-daughter.

Giving her the short details of his evening, Micah felt her small hand rub across his toned abs. He tried to shrug it off, thinking she may have already had a few to drink tonight, and she was touching him in such a way she wasnâ??t really aware she might be. Still though, the caress of her warm fingers through the tank top he still had on from earlier made his skin tingle again, edging his continuing want for her more with ever small and innocent seeming graze. Micah blushed with the small kiss to his jaw, the low light concealing the reaction rather well. She may not have been realizing it, but she was pushing all of the right buttons on him.

Chuckling again, Micah looked over to Desiree when she took the first sip of wine. â??Sure we can watch movies all night, and then we can watch our favorite Saturday Morning cartoons,â? he said playfully. Looking down at the girl, he bit his lower lip slightly, his gaze landing at the top of her chest, catching more than an eyeful of her full breasts. Had she not been leaning against him, Micah would have been easily able to peer straight through her cleavage. Shifting a little, he knew he was starting to grow hard again, hoping he would be able to hide that fact for just a while longer. He didnâ??t really notice that she had polished off the wine so quickly, and even if he had, he wouldnâ??t have cared about it all that much. When she moved to set the couch into more of a reclined position, he let her go, doing the same thing with his section. The bottom came up slightly, while the back slumped backwards further, making the perfectly comfortable couch even more comfortable, a perfect spot to snuggle up.

Leaning back up against Micah, his arm wrapped around her nearly bare shoulders, squeezing her warm and soft body closer to himself. He listen to her explain how there had been a fight, and related property damage. Micah just shook his head, knowing that Desiree and James were not involved with the incident at all. Nodding when she asked if they could just not talk about it, he smiled, respecting her wishes. With her head resting on his shoulder, his fingers curled up, playing in a few strands of her silken straightened hair. Lightly he curled her hair about several fingers, just feeling it toy in his fingers. When she looked up to him, he had been looking out the window away from her, making his chiseled jaw line look even more defined by the slight angle his head was at. Quickly, he looked back around, giving her shoulder an extra little squeeze. â??I love you too, Desiree,â? he cooed out to her softly.

Feeling her hand move up from his side and over his chest, Micah took in a deeper breath, Desireeâ??s magic hand filling his body with more of that very special, tingly warmth. After it had made itâ??s way to itâ??s perch on his shoulder, he smiled down to her sweetly. â??Yes, Iâ??m watching Star Trek again,â? he said, mocking her tone and voice playfully. â??I had a lot of time on my hands tonight,â? He felt Desiree start to move, her long, bare legs easily slipping over the denim fabric of his short pants. The material went down to just past his knees, though he so badly wished that it hadnâ??t, wanting to feel such perfect flesh move against his skin. In her new position, only her legs were over his lap, with the rest of her figure still resting on the couch. Closing his eyes softly for a moment, Micah took in a small, but deeper breath, his internal trigger being pulled back farther and farther, begging for the bullet to be fired. No longer could he sit her idly pretending his feelings were not there. Enough was enough, and Micah was unable to restrain himself from acting against Desiree anymore.

With his left arm still kept her head and body leaned close to his chest, continuing the light nuzzles, his right hand moved down to her right ankle, giving it several small strokes, just moving his fingertips over her smooth, creamy flesh. The motion seemed innocent enough really, even if deeper desires were being hidden underneath. Slowly his fingers worked their way up, higher and higher, up to her knee. It was almost like he was trying to tickle her in a way, but Micah made sure that did not happen. Once past her knee, his hand flattened out, gripping the lower portion of her thigh, several fingers curving to the inner part, as far down on his thigh as he could go. Looking down to Desiree with a sweet and friendly smile, it was then that he noticed just how tantalizingly close their lips had become through their snuggling. All he would need to do was to lower his head, maybe an inch, and they would be together.

Without a word, he did just that. Micah had kissed Desiree on the lips before, just a light little peck, mostly when she had gone heavy on the make-up. But thisâ?¦ tonight kiss was different. Instead of a quick little smooch, his warm lips just seemed to linger right there, not pulling away. Although he offered no tongue, it was still very apparent that the meaning behind it was more than the father-daughter bond they shared, much more. To get that point across further, Micah pulled his arm tighter against her shoulders, drawing the young girl even closer, the kiss becoming firm, more wanting. The flavor of her lips was so sweet and wonderful. Micah didn't know if it was from her lip gloss, or if it was the natural flavor of her skin. Regardless, he wanted more of it. The hand upon her thigh slowly creeped up her skin, further making itâ??s way along her perfectly smooth leg. Soon, he gave the middle of her thigh a firm, deep caress, fingers curling deeper to the inner flesh, feeling the wonderful heat float up from beneath his digits. Right then and there, he had the sudden urge to rush his hand forward, and groping the front of her underwear. Somehow though, he restrained himself, his fingers kneading their way closer to the bottom of her dress. Micah let out a slight moan of pent up pleasure, his heart already racing in his chest. The stiffness hidden by his denim shorts pressed against the inside of them, forming a large bulge, the hard lump prodding somewhat at the back of her resting leg. His usually strong conscious had been shut up, and locked away somewhere deep within his mind. Nothing at all now would stop him from what he so badly wanted, needed, and craved for so long... not even Desiree herself.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree had laughed at her step-father’s suggestion of watching movies all night, followed by the morning’s cartoons. It seemed like a nice prospective, despite the fact that she doubted she would manage to stay up much longer. The wine always made her realize just how tired she was. That night, she was completely worn out. First there was the long day of school, then there was the heat and finally came the incident that ruined the entire night. It was most likely for that reason that by the time her father’s lips touched his she was almost asleep on his shoulder, looking like the tamest, most innocent creature on the planet, except maybe the exceptionally cute kittens. Even then, they had quite a competition.

His heart beat was calming her down – although she noticed that it was somewhat accelerated, she simply assumed it was the wine. Whenever something was out of the ordinary, she instantly blamed alcohol. It was a way to defend herself against reality which was something she excelled at. Every once in a while, the girl would pull out her mother and father’s picture, studying it for clues. Her mother was pretty, her father handsome. Their genes must have been very damn compatible to create a child looking like her though. There was a comforting plainness to their traits; they looked the way a mother and a father would in the old American movies. The father wise with salt and pepper hair, the mother looking as though she belonged in the kitchen. Of course there were also their eyes. They betrayed the calm façade, showing off a calculative, opportunistic nature. It wasn’t bad though, it was as though they were looking for a hidden challenge in everything, at least she so imagined.

At times, she couldn’t help but wonder how things would have been like if they had been alive. In a way, it made her afraid since all she had of them were fantasies while Micah had always been present, stern yet comforting. In her mind, he was the perfect father, one she could trust and rely on no matter what, even though they weren’t related by blood. She thought that she knew him very well, could predict his reactions and was aware of his likes and dislikes for the most part. At other times, of course, she couldn’t help but wonder how he felt about her. Certainly, he seemed to care and love her – that went without question. However her presence in his life had so many complications. There was the business partner he punched during a party because the latter slid his hand under her dress, there were all the expenses and worries, and most of all there was the absence of a family. Although Desiree thought that it was his choice – there were many women swooning from his mere presence, that much she could tell, she still felt guilty from time to time. He probably lacked time and energy to start a new family with her in the way.

Although occasionally beguiling, her life with Micah was mainly based on trust and love, something he had even if he was to forbid her from going out or dating completely. Mainly because she would find a way anyways, of course. Little did the girl realize though that her affection toward him would take a new turn and everything she lived in shattered in a matter of moments.

It was because of her half-asleep state and the blind trust toward him that Desiree didn’t realize whose lips were caressing hers. After having spent the night sharing kisses with James, she was for some reason convinced that the mouth covering her own was James’s. He tasted different, and felt a little off, yet she simply assumed that she was in a dream. The kiss was rather dreamy. His lips suddenly gained an incredible amount of skill and sensuality as well as oddly strong desire, almost as though he had been hiding it from her for years, not mere months. Although she didn’t respond to the kiss, she enjoyed it. Her lower body began to throb, familiar warmth spreading along it. She was still aroused from the built up tension earlier that night, yet the kiss did add moisture between her legs. Already she was ready to be taken without a hassle.

However, James’ attitude grew odd and she blinked, realizing that she wasn’t sleeping. Her father’s arm around her grew tighter while his large hand kneaded her toned thigh. His sudden moan, all of it brought her back to reality. As much as affection was welcome, this confused her beyond belief and she couldn’t help but watch him, her eyes growing wide. What in the world was the old man thinking? This type of thing never happened, it wasn’t what a father and his daughter did, this was so different…She felt a shudder run down her spine at the sudden realization. She could almost hear the glass shatter in her head as she realized that her father perhaps wasn’t as sweet and loving as she thought. Or perhaps he was, only a little too much, crossing the line by far.

For a minute or so she just sat there, immobile. Her body burnt from his touch yet alarms went off in her mind as she tried to figure out what was happening. There was no way he would force himself upon her, she reminded herself. Was there? No, she refused to believe such an awful thing. She would surely wake up soon and realize that it was all just an oddly sexy dream, yet one that would be far from appealing was it to ever come true. Suddenly, she felt his rock hard cock underneath her thigh and her body tensed. This wasn’t supposed to be the result of fatherly affection…But heavens he was huge, she thought despite herself. The bulge in his pants would surely be enough to fill her up completely, even more than that...Heck, she doubted her tight, virgin womanhood would ever manage to accommodate all of him. Why she was even thinking of it as a frightening inevitability was beyond her.

The man never lifted a hand at her, he would stop once she asked him to. It was just the alcohol playing tricks on his mind. He’s been alone without a woman for a while, and if she could hardly resist jumping at James, she could hardly imagine how he felt. Yes, it was surely that, she decided, her hands sliding down to her father’s chest. She pulled away from the kiss, her expression almost terrified. “Dad?” She whispered, fright and confusion obvious in her trembling voice. Her hands on his chest pushed him away slightly, yet it didn’t seem to work much considering how tight his grip on him became. “Dad, you’re being weird. Let me go, I should go sleep now, I’m really tired,” she murmured, suddenly looking like a trapped tiger – ready to fright yet at the same time absolutely lost and scared.

 

[Skye Pilot]

At first, Micah was a little surprised that Desiree had not instantly pulled away from the strong kiss to her lips. Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe she was just that tired, and did not realize just what was going onâ?¦ or maybe it was a combination of several factors. The kiss was broken when Desiree placed her hands flat on his chest, pushing herself away from him, putting distance between their bodies. Michaâ??s arm stayed strong across her upper back, resting against her shoulder blades. His hand came around, softly, yet firmly holding onto the upper portion of her arm. Even with her push, he held her close enough to prevent her arms from fully straightening out, keeping Desireeâ??s elbows slightly bent, not about to let her get away. Micah was not about to let the girl go now, no matter how much she may protest.

Looking at her face while she spoke, he could easily make out the confused and frightened look on her face. The slight tremble in Desireeâ??s voice confirmed the emotion running through her mind and body. Somehow, it all added to her look in Micahâ??s mind, churning his infatuation for his step daughter further. In the low light, the look on his face, and in his eyes was the complete opposite of what Desiree was experiencing. The father daughter love was still there, somewhere, diluted by everything else. Micahâ??s eyes were bubbling with lust for the young girl, almost with the look alone making his intent clear to her. A slight smirk was on his lips, the skin there a little shinny with the mingled salvia from their shared kiss.

Tilting his head downward, breaking the gaze, Micah looked down to the hand, so high up on her toned thigh. â??Desireeâ?¦â? he began, his voice soft, but retaining itâ??s robustness. The hand moved then to her other thigh, gripping the skin that faced away from the couch. Ever so slowly, Micah moved his hand up and over the fabric of Desireeâ??s short dress, coming to pause at her hip. Eyes locked onto her own, his lips still wearing that same smirk. â??Iâ??ve noticed how youâ??ve been looking at me,â? Micah told her, rubbing her side softly. â??How you dress, and how youâ??ve been acting around me recentlyâ?¦â? A slight blush covered Micahâ??s cheeks as he talked to Desiree, hidden under the flush the wine had provided to his face previously. â??I think youâ??ve been wanting this to happen, just as much as I haveâ?¦â? he trailed off, leaning his head in to nuzzle against the crook of her neck. Desireeâ??s loose hair brushed up against his face, tickling some, but not too much. Taking in a small breath, the scent of her clean hair, mingled with that of her perfume, filled his nostrils completely, squeezing her slightly closer. Nudging a few of the locks of hair back with the tip of his nose, Micah exposed a bare patch of skin. Warm, moist breath blanketed over the spot, lips soon following. The kiss started out light and soft, turning into a light suckle before too long.

Micah knew that Desiree had trusted him for so many years now. Growing up with himself as her only parental figure, he had been an anchor for Desiree so many times in the past. The occasional disagreement or argument had occurred, but such thing happen in any family. In truth, even with their unique situation and living conditions, such things happened between long intervals. Their strong bond towards one another seemed like it could never be broken apart, regardless of what situation they found themselves in. He would stop at no end to protect Desiree, no matter what the cost might be, financial or otherwise. Somedays, he knew it appeared she may have been a burden to his lifestyle, he did care deeply for her well-being and safety. What Micah had told Desiree was all true of course, regardless of if she realized they way she looked him over, giving him a seemingly innocent flirt in their conversations, or the way she dressed when in the comforts of the large house.

Pulling away from her neck slowly, Micah looked to Desiree, his face mere inches from her own. The hand on her side moved up from her side, the heel of his palm lightly brushing against the side of her ample and covered breast. Micah thought about trying to make the nudge there seem like an accident, but there was little point in doing so now. Up higher the hand went, coming up to her slender shoulder, moving towards the side of her neck. Finally, it came to rest on Desireeâ??s warm cheek, cupping ever so light and caring. Fingers stroked at her smooth skin, just in front of her ear. â??Youâ??ve always been so beautiful, Desiree,â? he whispered in confession. â??I want youâ?¦â? Micah continued to whisper, eyes steady on hers. â??I need youâ?¦â? his quiet words were filled with passion and desire, much more than just simple lust. His tone wasnâ??t at all desperate, but the infatuation could be picked up upon. Urging her figure closer, a smaller kiss was given, just to the corner of Desireeâ??s mouth, lasting a mere moment.

Taking in a deeper breath, Micah adjusted himself on the couch, sitting up a little more, parting his legs some. Fingers trickled down Desireeâ??s smooth cheek, his hand lifting up and away from her face. Down to his lap it moved, her own bare and smooth legs still laying across. Moving one completely off, he positioned the other so it could still remain dangling over his lap. Reaching up, Micah gripped her left wrist, removing her palm from pushing against her chest. His hand held strong and a little firm, the look in his eyes telling her not to fight this. Guiding her wrist down, he placed it on the edge of his thigh. The denim of his shorts did nothing to hid the masculine bulge under the material that she herself had caused. Desireeâ??s small fingers rested at the beginning of the rise of the material, an inch or two away from his hidden arousal, almost as if to pressure the young girl into moving her hand the last few inches all on her own. His hand then returned to cupping Desireeâ??s cheek, still taking in the confused and scared look on her face. If she did resist him, Micah would just move on to plan B. He had given her the one and only chance to do things tonight the easy way. Failing that, Micah had no issues using some force to get his way this evening.

 

[TortoiseShell]

The strength Micah used to hold her was yet another reminder about how inescapable Desiree’s situation was. She was at a loss, still searching for a way to escape his firm embrace or to get him to stop. Surely he wasn’t thinking straight. Frustrated, she bit on the inside of her lip, trying to hold back the tears that kept on filling her eyes. The thought that he could hurt her, that he could even consider for the faintest moment to violate her trust toward him, or, well, violate her, had never as much as brushed her mind despite his occasional lust filled gaze. Now, however, the previously inexistent thought appeared to be an eventuality. Never had she seen that look in his eyes, not even when he was drunk with his friends.

Micah’s boyish charm was gone, replaced by something suave, sexy and incredibly carnal. It was as though there was a completely different man sitting in front of her, devouring her with his eyes. Despite the presence of a dress, however skimpy, she felt completely exposed, forcing her to slide her hands away from his chest and to her shoulders, clearly displaying her discomfort. As a rabbit in front of a snake she was left at his mercy, completely dazzled, mesmerized by his intense gaze. When she did finally manage to look away, his lips still faintly glowing when the light hit them were a reminder of how sweet he tasted and how much she had enjoyed the kiss. It was a troubling realization, yet not one that would lead her to comply with anything he wanted to do to her. Assembling the rest of her resolve, she slid a hand to his one on her thigh, gently trying to push him away from the heat between her thighs he would have felt a few inches to the side and up.

‘Desiree’, he spoke, causing the pair of large innocent eyes to dart upward to meet his again. His soft voice provided her with the illusion that everything was fine, that it had all been a mere misunderstanding. Sadly enough it did not last long, shattered with his following words. How she had been looking at him? She felt her cheeks grow dark, quickly shaking her head like a little girl blamed for an ill committed by someone else. “N-no, Daddy,” she whispered frantically, suddenly feeling as though all that was happening was her fault. Perhaps if she managed to convince him he had it all wrong… Assuming that it was worth a try, not realizing the imminence of his actions, she kept speaking, trying to control the tremor in her voice. “I haven’t, I swear, I didn’t mean to,” she whined, her last word escaping in a breath when he leaned forward to nuzzle against her neck. For a split second she shut her eyes and instinctively tilted her head, enjoying the slightest touch. However, she quickly remembered her goal, her hand sliding to the side of his hip rather firmly in a gentle push. “Dad, please don’t do this,” she gasped as he kissed her neck, sending jolts of electricity down her spine. His experienced lips were so different from her boyfriend’s ones that her pent up lust was on the verge of clouding her mind despite the fact that he was her father.

When the kiss ended, the teenager had to bite on her lower lip to refrain from letting out a disappointed sigh. She watched his face for a few seconds before realizing how close he was to her and tilting her head back an inch. Her body seemed to be on edge, the slightest touch to her sensitive despite its size chest causing her to visibly shudder, a low sigh escaping her full lips. When his hand reached her cheek, she leaned against it for a moment before quickly pulling away. Nonetheless, she didn’t have the strength to fully move her head away from his touch, almost dependant on it. Then came his words. Suave, hypnotizing, he seemed to know what buttons to press to make her respond. She doubted any girl her age would have said no after the sudden confession. He made her feel special, beautiful and probably most importantly desired, needed. She knew the words were true since they have lived together for almost eighteen years, and they threw her off her fighting stance to the point where she couldn’t move away when he delivered her the small, sweet kiss. “No, it’s not right, you had one glass too many,” she whispered in an urging tone, her hand sliding along his chest once again, her eyes searching his for at least a hint of fatherly love, hopeful that if she found it things would somehow change.

When he shifted about, making her feel like a puppet in the process, the girl was given a chance to think things over and remember what was truly happening – beneath the lovely caresses and the breath taking words. Her stepfather was about to take her, and instead of having her first time with her boyfriend it would be with him…She frowned at the thought, her usual resolve returning. The only problem was her inability to fight him. It wasn’t simply because he was stronger than her. In movies, girls fought, spat and hissed insults. She couldn’t do any of it. Her attachment to him was far too deep, the weakness that would likely save her from the usage of excessive force on his behalf but also prevent her from avoiding what he had planned.

Suddenly, her hands was shifted and placed on his shorts, causing her to glance down and study the impressive bulge in his pants. A lustful, twisted part of her wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him, discover what his body wanted, see if she could make him writhe in pleasure. The sane part of her responded in a less welcoming way, her cheeks growing even darker, two tears sliding along her cheeks. Quickly wiping them off, she looked back up, shaking her head. “No, you can’t do this, please,” she uttered in desperation. “Dad, I…I’m a virgin,” she murmured the words timidly as though they held an incredibly deep meaning that would lead him to stop.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Each little push Desiree gave against Micah hardly even made him budge or back off, holding his ground. To him, her small struggles were more cute than anything, knowing that she would be unable to break him loose. Even if had let up, there was no place she could really go. The gears in his head had been set into motion, and there would be no stopping until he received exactly what he was after tonight. If Desiree ran, he would simply follow, like a starving wolf chasing after a delicious meal.

While Desiree stumbled to find words to clear herself of unknowing blame, Micah listened. Though as his lips landed against the side of her warm neck, the tilt of her head told a different story. The girlâ??s body was clearly saying yes, while her strong will and mind were fighting Micah off best they could. Even he knew that what he was planning was wrong on many levels, but that part of his conscious was locked up, and tossed into a dark and hidden corner of his brain. That low and wanting moan passed over Desireeâ??s parted lips, just before she told him he had consumed too much of the wine. It was just another contradiction of mind versus body, a battle Micah could possibly help win, or loose depending on the side chosen. The comment nearly made him let out a small chuckle, though he held back. He had lost count of exactly how much wine he had gone through, but Micah had built up a rather strong tolerance over the years. A good buzz was running through his veins, a combination of the effects the alcohol in his system was having, along with what Desiree was doing to his arousal, just by being so close. He was no where near being a slobbering drunk, still able to be fully accountable for his current and future actions.

Micah was caught off guard by her final words, the confession Desiree still kept secret. His mind raced with the statement that she was still a virgin. She was so beautiful, trim, and sexy by all definitions. Desiree could have the pick of any boy in school she chose, if she so wanted. On multiple occasions, when Desiree had a friend over to study with, or work on homework, Micah had heard the sounds of mutual youthful pleasure drifting out from beneath the closed and locked door of her room. He never mentioned it, having respect for his step-daughters privacy and personal life. Besides, she was in her late teens of course, and Micah knew she would be curious and explore that side of herself.

Now, he was silent for a moment, contemplating what to say, and how to react. He thought she must to be lying to him, playing her trump card to make him stop. But as his mind tried to figure it all out, it was easy to tell that Desiree was being completely sincere to him. Her fully flushed, beet red cheeks, tear filled eyes, and the tone of her voice all combined to solidify the truth of the matter. Hesitant as her trembling words flowed out from quivering lips, they only slowed Micah down for a few precious seconds, rather than making him halt entirely. The new thought of deflowering the young girl circled through his head, slowly taking over. Desireeâ??s last attempt to make him back off was slowly the reverse effect she had hoped for. Micah was going to be the one who would take away Desireeâ??s special and precious cherry, removing her sweet girlhood innocence forever.

â??Shhh...â? Micah put a finger to his lips, slowly and serenely making the sound to hush Desiree. The look in his eyes now appeared as the fatherly one she had been searching for, trying to let her know that everything would be all right, consoling in a way. The change she was seeking from the loving eyes would not be found, though his plans had changed based on her virginity. Micah had wanted to just take Desiree, feel her body around his own, having craved just that in secret for so very. Now though, he would need to approach the situation from a different angle, leading up to his deeply imbedded yearning. After Micah shushed Desiree, he offered up a small little smile, assuring further that things would be fine, even if it all may seem like a momentary deception.

â??Desiree...â? Micah said again, his voice light, her name rolling beautifully off the tip of his tongue, then over his lips. â??I honestly had no idea...â? he continued in the same light and caring tone. Pausing in silence for a few somber moments, he once more leaned in, dabbing a kiss to her heated cheek, tasting a few of the residual tears that had not yet been wiped away. Pulling his face away, he looked into the teenagers gorgeous, almond shaped eyes. â?I suppose we will have to work our way up to that, hmm?â? Micah asked not at all expecting her to answer, breaking his momentary cover. It was still relatively early, at least for a Friday night. What better way would there be to spend it than doing a little exploring and adventuring of their own?

Micah slipped Desireeâ??s perfectly smooth and bare legs off of his lap, letting her feet land on the soft carpet that covered the entire living room. Leaning back into the plushness of the large leather couch, he found a more comfortable position to be in himself. His eyes stayed locked upon Desiree, taking in her scared look. There was something about the expression that was wonderfully attractive in itâ??s own right, but Micah was unable to put his finger on exactly what that might be.

Slipping his hand up from her wrist, he placed it over the top of her small hand, perpendicular to her fingers. Slowly, he pulled her hand from his thigh, letting it follow up the covered and heated peak that was still concealed by his jean shorts. A soft, slightly pent up moan was given out to her with the touch, his body shivering. With Desireeâ??s soft palm paused right above his tip, Micah grinded lightly with his hips, forcing her to feel his hardness even more through the thin layers of clothing. Back down he then lead her wrist, letting Desireeâ??s hand come to rest at his thigh, right where it hand been. â??Mmm... that felt nice...â? Micah happily cooed out to his step-daughter, the rub more spectacular than he imagined it would be.

The grip on Desireeâ??s hand tightened up, as a mild warning for her not to go anywhere. With his free hand, Micah reached down to his waist. Fidgeting some, the distinct popping sound of the metal fastener at the top of his shorts was heard as it was undone. Pinching the tab of the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, he started to pull it down, agonizingly slow. The light zipping sound flowed up from between his legs, slowly being undone. Almost immediately it was clear that he was wearing no boxers tonight under the shorts, or anything else for that matter. The skin on Micahâ??s waist showed first, soon followed by the dark, neatly trimmed tassels of his pubic hair. Soon after that, the fleshy, solid base of his shaft came into view. Reaching down into his shorts, Micah pulled out his impressive manhood. Fully erect, it was easily over 7 inches long, maybe more than that, with a girth to match. The muscle noticeably pulsed with every beat of his heart, quicker by the moment. Looking to Desiree once again with a firm, almost demanding glance, he brought her hand to his hot flesh, his overlapping hand guiding her to wrap around his shaft. â??Show me what you do to those boys you bring to the house,â? he told her, not giving his step-daughter an option at all.

 

[TortoiseShell]

Desiree wished she could understand what was going on and how to react to it. It was hard for her to put her finger around the fact that her beloved father would ever think of harming her, especially in that way. Although he never actually interfered with her private life, he remained protective of her and she could see him tense slightly whenever there was a boy around the house. He wasn’t drunk, either. She knew that from the start yet subconsciously wished it was the reason for his awful actions. It would have made things so much easier. She could have hopped into her car or locked herself up in her bathroom until the storm passed by and he either passed out or sobered up. Then everything would end with a few awkward days before returning to normal. Of course she would never be around him when he drank. For a few minutes she sat in silence, contemplating all of the ‘what ifs’. However, she was soon brought back to the harsh reality of the night’s events – he was fully conscious and on the verge of violating her teenage body. She hesitated, trying to figure out what to do and how to respond. Was hurting him really an option? She struggled to remember whatever she could about rape. However, even thinking of that word in the same sentence as her father was atrocious, making her sick.

She would simply have to resist as best she could, try to delay the unavoidable finale of the night. Oh, how she wished she had stayed in the car with her boyfriend instead of returning home. Perhaps she could have simply gone back to her room. It would have avoided her so much pain. Instead, she was struggling to resist her body’s responses to his incredibly stimulating touch and fighting the urge to cry.
Finally, the man fell silent, seemingly lost in thoughts. She could see her father briefly appearing in those lust clouded eyes she hardly recognized, hope once again filling her little being. There was no way he would take her virginity, she thought to herself happily. He respected her, loved her, she told herself in silence while she watched him contemplate something. Finally he spoke, shushing her. His smile telling her that things would be fine caused a heavy weight to lift off of the frail shoulders, the pair of bright, terrified eyes traveling over the man’s face. Why wasn’t he just letting her go, apologizing and saying goodnight? Surely it wasn’t that hard to do. She watched him wearily, waiting for his further words.

I had no idea. What was that supposed to mean? She blushed slightly, realizing that her father has heard the muffled sounds coming from the locked doors of her bedroom. It was extremely embarrassing to know that he knew about them, but she figured that she could get over it. After all, he had tried to assault her. She was relaxed until he spoke again, causing her body to grow tense. It was as though he was possessed, treating his daughter in the most cruel of ways. Leading her on, making her trust him again only to shatter that newly gained trust into thousands of tiny pieces. Her eyes filled with tears and this time she didn’t hold them back, a soft sob escaping her lips as two streams of tears rolled down her cheek, landing onto the white fabric of her dress.

She shook her head, her expression semi-disgusted and semi-hurt. “Why are you so cruel to me?” She whispered, her voice breaking as she tried to speak. It was too much for her to bear. She wasn’t ready for such things, nobody ever was. She didn’t move when he manoeuvred her legs, as terrified as a shaking rabbit. His intense gaze on her was so predatory that it made her want to scream, run away and never come back no matter what. She could see the twisted enjoyment in those eyes, the male clearly getting off from seeing her cornered and frightened. She had no idea what the following day would be like and feared to even consider it. No, she would move out the moment she was eighteen and the accounts were unfrozen.

She would grab all of her things and get out of that dreaded place. Perhaps one day her boyfriend could come to look at her the way he did before, and if not she would simply find someone else. Oh, how many things her father was ruining. Her innocence was only a small fraction of all the things he was intending to take from her. She watched him moan, his body shivering. While if it had been someone else under different circumstances she would have found it arousing, in that case it was plain disturbing. He touched himself with her hand yet looked as though she was the one eagerly pleasuring him.

“No, it didn’t,” she mumbled quietly to herself, glaring at the man. “Please, dad, stop,” she implored him yet again although she doubted it would lead anywhere. “I’m your daughter, why would you do something like this to me?” She mumbled, gasping as she saw him pull out his cock. Refusing to look at it, she turned her head away, her eyes tightly shut. Nonetheless, it remained imprinted into her mind, burning through it. She could still picture the pink skin, the perfect mushroom shape of his head, the fairly impressive size, all of it making her want to lean in and taking him into her mouth. No, he was her father, she reminded herself. One who couldn’t care less about what she thought and felt in regard to his actions.

He then placed her hand onto his cock, causing her to let out a soft gasp although she still refused to look. When he spoke to her, she realized that he wasn’t leaving her much of an option, his voice sounding as though she would end up getting hurt if she were to disobey. Her hand trembling, hot tears rolling down her face, she tightened her grip until she held him firmly yet not too tightly. Hesitating, she started to slowly move her hand up and down his length, her hand warm and soft as a child’s. Her thumb followed her hand, following the middle of his underside and stroking the tip each time she reached it.

She felt sick from what she was doing, the thought that in her hand was her father’s dick making her feel dirty and used. “I hate you,” she spoke slowly, opening her eyes for a minute to look back at him, the negative feelings amplifying as she caught sight of his demeaning gaze. Every word was articulated and followed by a pause. Her eyes that were generally filled with love, life and passion for everything she did were empty and cold, all of her being fully believing in the truthfulness of the words she spoke. It was harsh, but he deserved it. Truth was, however, she doubted that he would even care which only amplified her pain. Her hand meanwhile steadily accelerated, the girl assuming that if she could make him cum he would stop for the night and give her a chance to get the hell out of the house if he decided to ever try anything again.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah could feel the warmth of the wine start to infuse more of itself into his system, allowing the pent up aspiration for his young daughter to guide almost every action. Tonight, it was all about his wants, and his needs now. Desireeâ??s care, well being and happiness usually had been Micahâ??s top priority, rarely putting himself above her. Now, his own pleasure, enjoyment and satisfaction had been switched to first place, with the young, beautiful Desiree now in a very distant second. It was finally Micahâ??s turn to get something that he wanted from her, instead of the other way around. Nothing at all would stop him from claiming the prize that sat next to him in the dim light upon couch. Micah did want Desiree to enjoy herself too, though her distain for him and what he was making her do was crystal clear, well before he had even taken off his short pants. Perhaps after they were past more of the introductory foreplay, with each other she would loosen up. Any way things went, nothing that Desiree could possibly do would get her out of her step-fathers unwelcomed advances.

The man had gone way past their acceptable boundaries, and more was to follow, planning to drag out their late evening. After the final relapse of trust had been smashed, going back, pretending none of this had happened was not much of an option. Micah looked at Desireeâ??s flushed face, watching her look away when she began to sob. As her eyes closed, he watched the growing stream of tears trickle down brightened cheeks, the beads of moisture clinging low upon her delicate face, hanging off of her jaw line. The droplets stayed there, then fell down onto the top of the dress she still wore, making soft, but audible sounds as they pitter-pattered, soaking into the luxurious fabric. Instantly, the tears were absorbed, making the fine material slightly darker each time a new one fell, adding to the growing stain on the upper part of the expensive dress.

When Desiree gained the courage to look up to him with tear filled eyes, Micah was not yet ready for such a question. �Why are you so cruel to me?� she had asked within a whisper, her precious voice nearly cracking with the pain and sadness that was overwhelming her entire being. The way she said it, and the way it sounded, it was as if Micah had done nothing at all to care for Desiree over the years. Their house, her car, all of her clothes, everything he had happily provided to her. To some, it may appear from the outside that she was a princess living in a castle. Clothes and similar items were often a freebee, with the exception of some of the fancier dresses in her closet, including the one she wore out on her date. Big ticket items like those, her car, and her phone all had to be earned. Sometimes it was by keeping grades up, or by not missing curfew for a moth straight, or even by getting extra chores around the mansion and grounds. A few times during the summer, he even had her volunteer her time to work in the office, answering phones and filing papers. None of what he did was ever to spite Desiree, but to make her realize that she had to work for what she really wanted. Micah had not all received a free ride to the top, and he made sure that Desiree knew that she would not get that benefit either.

Micah huffed, slightly miffed by her question. He kept quiet, not even bothering to give back a response. Hearing her beg for him to stop what was already well set in motion, he did just the opposite, continuing along. Hands and fingers loosened up his short pants while Desiree seemed to be begging for answers now. Just as she finished up her sentence, the denim had been pulled down, exposing himself fully to the young girl. The startled gasp that came from her throat was cute in a way, as was her shyness to look at his member for more than a fraction of a second. It was like she had never seen cock before, shying away, unsure of what to do, or do with it. Micah new for a fact this was not the case at all, and had imagined being on the receiving end of her talents. No longer would his imagination be needed to experience such wonderful delights. â??Because, Desiree...â? Micah began to answer her last question, his hand guiding her own towards his bare lap. Holding her wrist, he could feel her body quake with fear and despair, her muscles tight, reluctant to move. â??...this is something weâ??ve both wanted for so long, even if you canâ??t admit it right now,â? His voice somewhat quiet, but deep enough to reach her through the helpless sobs and tears. Even if thoughts of Micah were not always in the front of her consciousness, or even just there for a fraction of a second before they were pushed to the back of her thoughts, there will still there, hiding, waiting to be unlocked from the depths.

Micah looked over to Desiree, pulling her small hand right onto his shaft, holding it in place. Instantly, he let out a moan that had been building inside of his chest. Desireeâ??s small hand felt wonderful against his stiffened cock. The smooth soft skin of her palm was right up against him, while her slender fingers just barely managed to encircle his pulsing shaft. Nothing could have prepared him for such a remarkably wonderful sensation. Micah shifted on the couch some after the touch, adjusting and parting his legs to give more room. Desireeâ??s flood of tears had smeared her make-up, adding into her already disparaged appearance. Thin muddy lines of mascara and eyeliner streaked down her bright red cheeks, cutting through the bronzer highlight she had applied earlier. The arousal he had gotten from the scared look not long before had only been amplified by all of her continuous crying. Micah had no idea why he had always been turned on by such a thing, but he was not about to question it. Desiree was quite possibly having the worst night of her life, the most terrible experience she may ever go through, but Micah on the other hand was there solely for his own enjoyment and satisfaction, at least for now.

As Desiree began to move her delicate hand up and down the length of his rigid cock, Micah let out another sound of pleasure. On each upstroke, the pad of her thumb brushed against the bottom of his sensitive head, sending pulses of pleasure through his body. If this was how she was starting out, Micah new he would be in for a real treat as the evening progressed, as she further demonstrated her acquired skills on him. The charms upon the single bracelet she wore on her wrist chimed out softly through it all, more so when her speed began to increase. Micah removed his hand from atop of her own, moving it back to her thigh for a few more caresses.
Desireeâ??s slow words abruptly punctured through a lapse in her vulnerable sobs, filled of negative emotion, enough to chill the air. Each of the girls words came out, not a doubt in the world what they were as Desiree declared her new found hatred for her once loved stepfather. Her now opened eyes were bloodshot from all of the crying, and by the look of them alone, she appeared to be a shell of her normal self. Micah looked deeply into her eyes while she spoke with such detest, able to feel that harsh energy flow from her and to him. For a moment, the thought to slap her crossed his mind, though he let it fade. Things were not at that point yet. â??I donâ??t think you really do... Mmm...â? Micah responded, now deliberately trying to see how far he could push her. A bead of his pre-cum trickled down the underside of his head, making the swipes with her thumb even more smooth each time. The faster pace of her hand made it obvious that Desiree just wanted to get this all done and over with, to put this tragic evening behind the both of him. Micah thoroughly enjoyed the girls pumping and somewhat experienced hand, but he both wanted and needed more of her precious young body.

Letting out one more moan to show off his contentment so far, the hand on her leg lifted, placing it on the back of her head firmly, gripping just under the base of the long pony tail she still kept it in. Micahâ??s hand stayed firm, but was not yet controlling, though it was prepared to take action at any moment. â??Mmm thatâ??s my good girl...â? Micah praised, moaning out from the pleasure of her quickened strokes. â??Once you are ready, Desiree...â? he continued, another dribble of his clear pre flowing from his tip, getting massaged into his flesh. â??...I want you to use more than just your hand,â? He said with a perverted little smirk as he glanced her way, giving a push to the back of heard to make his point of what he wanted next.

 

[TortoiseShell]

While Micah felt the warmth of the wine spread through his blood system, seemingly having no control over his actions – or so the young girl chose to believe – Desiree was inwardly cursing herself for not having drank more. If only she did what every other teenager did and drank to the point of oblivion, none of that would have happened. She would have passed out on the couch or in her room, and he would surely carry her back and ground her the next day for getting drunk and for getting tattooed without as much as hinting at her intention to do so, much less asking for permission. Instead, she was struggling to enjoy his advances or at least make them seem a little less leech like and failing miserably. His complete and utter disrespect for her well-being was incredibly unappealing, since unlike her step-father the teenager didn’t view things in terms of a balance. There was no list of the good and bad things he has done to or for her in the past that would simply even out the present.

Perhaps the worst part of it was the fact that not only he seemed to think she wanted him and simply refused to acknowledge it – which appeared to be little more than an excuse to keep his conscience a clean slate, he was getting off from watching the tears drip onto the fabric of her dress. Her sobs weren’t long lived – crying was useless since even a daughter’s tears didn’t seem to be enough to get the man in front of her to stop. She then chose a new tactic, simply pretending that he wasn’t Micah. In her mind, he was nothing more than a stranger, an intruder who just looked a lot like her step-father. A doppelganger or an evil twin of some kind who would disappear once the morning light filled the house and the entire night would be little more than an awful, frightening dream. A dream she would make sure to forget and never have in the future.

His huffing following her question surprised her since she never as much as considered implying that he didn’t care about her over the years. She was referring to nothing but the present, one no material thing could ever compensate for. The girl was well aware of the fact that she was living far better than most and that God gifted her with the best father one could hope for – excluding that awful night, of course. Every day she was grateful to him although she didn’t openly voice it most of the time. The fact that he expected good grades from her, or that he made her work was a given in her eyes. Her mother, according to the stories she heard, was a driven woman who started out just about nowhere and reached incredible heights. Being granted far more than that at the start line, Desiree only intended to make sure that Micah would never have to work once she started to. Make sure that he would finally be able to find a good woman who would keep him happy and relaxed, that he would be able to do whatever it was he wanted to – golf, play tennis, go on a trip around the world, she would have done anything for him. Even that evening, she wouldn’t have protested so much had he taken the time to press the right buttons. For some reason, she often felt guilty for ruining his life somehow, and had he made a point of pointing it out for him, telling her that he was lonely and sad the young girl would have complied with just about anything he asked from her.

She tried to push the thoughts aside since they kept on bringing the hurt tears to her eyes, making them sting after a while. Thinking that he didn’t care about her to the point of crossing the line on his own, without her consent, and that he wouldn’t even bother trying to seduce her before simply forcing himself upon the girl shattered her heart over and over again. Bringing one hand up, she wiped some of the tears away, her gaze falling back onto him to discover that he pulled off his shorts and fully exposed himself. She wasn’t shy because she has never seen a cock before, but rather because it was his. It felt wrong and dirty to as much as steal a glance at the impressive muscle. A part of her wanted to look, subconsciously enjoying the fact that her mere presence could make him so hard. “It’s something you wanted,” she replied quietly, shaking her head. Her sobs quickly subsided, although she still had a hard time breathing properly, her voice shaky and changing in volume with every syllable. “If you’re going to be selfish enough to force me into things, at least face things the way they really are,” she stated hoarsely, her generally open and happy expression growing strangely dark and lifeless. At that point, she simply fell silent, staring at the hand on his shaft in silence while it moved up and down, the soft sounds of her bracelet breaking the silence. They were like chimes in a desert, foreshadowing something awful. A shiver ran through her spine at that thought, the girl quick to dismiss it. Surely he wouldn’t kill her and bury her in the backyard, she just watched too many movies.

Although she was struggling to please him, the girl was surprised to hear her step-father moan out softly. It was an extremely odd sound, yet it made something inside of her throb, warmth spreading through her lower body. She tried to stop it, concentrating on unpleasant things, yet it persisted while the chimes grew louder. To him, she was little more than what a prostitute was to a client – a pile of meat and bones that was only there for one purpose – his pleasure. It was wrong for her to even consider being aroused by that. She noticed him glance at her face, realizing that all the makeup on her eyes was gone, floating about the rest of her face. Thankfully she wore the type that was easy to move away. Lifting a hand, she wiped off the dirty lines, cleaning up her pretty face as best as she could. It didn’t take her long to notice that he seemed to be getting off on watching her cry, the vulnerability and pain of her being doing little to reduce the proud erection in her hand. It had quite the opposite effect, actually, the transparent liquid taking her aback and causing her cheeks to darken.

She exhaled softly, steadily calming down, her breathing returning to normal until his hand slid up her thigh to caress the sensitive skin. It caused her to let out a low gasp, one that almost sounded like a faint moan. Nonetheless, it wasn’t the pleasure that evoked it, it was the fear. She was still worried about him finding out about the tattoos since something told her that he was unpredictable enough to actually hurt her, and the thought of his fingers coming anywhere within inches of her hot, wet womanhood was repulsing.

Her fingers accelerated even further as he looked into her eyes, the anger and disgust fuelling her movements. When he answered so carelessly, making a point to add a sound to the taunt, Desiree had to bite down on her lower lip to avoid launching into another wave of tears. How could he be so cold? The saddest part of the statement was that he was right, she didn’t hate him, but she hoped it would have affected him that she possibly could. “You’re right dad,” she nodded hoarsely, her expression growing completely apathetic, a ghost of the lively girl. She realized that nothing would save her that night, and she couldn’t do anything other than dealing with the fate bestowed upon her. Making him angry would only cause her pain, and she didn’t want her first time to be rough and end up with more than the amount of blood that was supposed to be there. “But I wished I did,” she added, simply staring at his face while her hand did its thing.

Suddenly, however, his hand lifted to the back of her head, firm enough to tell her that she really didn’t have a say. It didn’t matter, she thought. At least that way she wouldn’t have to see how heartless her step-father was. Once you are ready, he said yet he pushed her on the back of the head which she interpreted as pressure to get her to do what he said. She silently complied and shifted slowly, not sure whether he would let her go or not. For the time being, she rested one hand on his thigh for pressure, the sharp nails lightly digging into his skin. Her other hand remained on him, slowly moving while she positioned herself – kneeling on the couch beside him, she lifted her rear and leaned down like a kitten. She eyed his cock with the beads of pre-cum dripping from it for a second before letting her tongue slide past her lips, carefully picking up the liquid and smearing it along the red, sensitive tip. It was odd to have her step-father’s manhood anywhere close to her mouth, but she was dealing with it as well as she could. Slowly, her lips parted further to engulf the head, her tongue rubbing up against it firmly, caressing every sensitive spot to tease him. Her hand meanwhile kept on caressing the rest of him, moving at a steady speed.

 

[Skye Pilot]

Micah was a little surprised that Desiree moved so obediently, and almost instantly with the suggestive hand on her head, along with his verbal hint. He kept himself reclined in the couch while he observed her move up onto her knees, one hand placed on his thigh, while the other traveled the up and down the length of his member. His breathing was already becoming more rapid from the pleasuring of her hand. Micah new she was by no means an expert, but Desiree certainly had more practice than he had previous thought. The soft hand on his bare thigh helped to give the teenage girl a little more support, the gentle weight from her body pushing against his toned leg. Micah winced slightly, a small jolt running through him as little as those polished and sharp fingernails dug some into his skin. He wasnâ??t sure if that sudden sting of pain to his upper leg was merely an accident, a show of her own control, to let him know she was not without her own defenses or ways of fighting back. The little bit of pain was not really all that unpleasant, the roughness mixing in with the pleasure caused by her moving hand only adding more to his overall stimulation.

A small little gasp passed over the mans lips when Desiree leaned her head down between his legs. The heat from her face was easily felt radiating from her red cheeks, mingling in with her warm and humid breath rolling across the sensitive flesh . Micah took in every single moment, each little thing she did to him, savoring every nuance, cherishing it all. Micah took in a deeper breath, feeling the teenagers tongue slip out from between her pink lips, running about his very tip, polishing it with the drips of precum, mixing in with a little of her wet salvia as well. A happy and content sound came from Micah, nudging upwards with his hips, his body responding on itâ??s own trying to encourage her to take in more. Soon enough, he felt Desireeâ??s lips sliding down over the head of his cock, trapping it within the dark, warm and damp confines of her mouth.. He let her control the pace and depth, allowing his step-daughter to pleasure him however she wanted. With the firm rubs and caresses of her youthful tongue, Micah tilted his head back into the softness of the leather couch, his eyes closing . The hand on the back of Desireeâ??s head clutched tighter, while fingertips made their way through the strands of hair, rubbing against her scalp.. A much louder moan came forth from him this time, fully enjoying everything she was doing. Taking in a few deeper breaths, Micah then looked down, watching her suck and stroke his proud cock.

â??Mmm, that feels so good, Desiree,â? Micah cooed out happily to her, gazing across her kneeled and bent over body. He took in the slender curves of her figure, outlined by the dim glow coming from the paused movie still on the tv. Loosening his grip a little on her head, Micah softly started to pet and run his fingers through her strands of hair, letting the dirty blonde locks fall between his fingers. With each pass of his hand, he moved Desireeâ??s hair out of the way, letting the long lengths fall away from him, dangling down the front side of the couch. This exposed more of her face to Micah, letting him watch more of what she was doing. While he was moving her hair about, his other hand began to rub down her back, starting first at her shoulders. Long full strokes were given across Desirees shoulder blades, then his hand moved down lower, following the slight arch her back was in from her kneeling position. Up and down his hand went over her back, feeling her tender body through the white dress.

A few more hot droplets of his slick pre-cum pushed forth, quickly getting spread around by Desireeâ??s moving tongue. The hand on her back moved down lower, his palm cupping the curve of her ass. Micah gave a few slow rubs on her covered backside, then gave a firm squeeze, feeling her tight skin underneath the fabric. Letting up with the grope, he then clutched more firmly than the first time, but not at all hard. After the second squeeze, Micah slid his down lower yet, onto the bare skin of the back of her thigh. His hand trailed down slowly to behind her knee, Desireeâ??s perfectly smooth and soft warm skin so very inviting to him. Fingers curved slightly, the tips of them encroaching towards the inside of her leg. With another small moan, Micah moved his hands tauntingly upwards, dragging the pads of his fingers higher and higher up, soon ridding across her creamy, warm inner thighs. He stopped just a few inches short of brushing against her thong, though the humid heat that was coming from it was so very tempting.

Once more, his hand traveled down, taking the path in reverse. Ending again at her knee, he moved his hand back up, this time sliding his palm back around to just under the bottom of her dress. Hooking the edge of the material with a finger, Micah lifted it up, working each side a little at a time, slowly revealing Desireeâ??s backside to the open air. He let the silky material of the dress rest upon her lower back as he hiked it up, slowly showing off the skimpy white thong she wore underneath. Micah smirked as he saw the cute little ribbons at the side, fully knowing they were intended for her date to see, and not himself. Still, he relished in the fact it wouldnâ??t be much longer until lacy garment was resting on the floor, along with the rest of their clothes.

Micah reached his hand up, wrapping his fingers around the base of her pony tail. Slowly, firm but gentle, he started to lift her head up and away from his cock. A small string of saliva bridged between Desireeâ??s lips and the head of his member, stretching thin before it broke. The reddish-purple flesh of his tip was glistening in the dim light, completely covered in the young girls saliva. A small dribble ran down the side of his throbbing shaft, causing him to shiver. Without a word, he propped her back up on her knees. Micah looked to his step-daughter with a lust filled look, far from finished with her for the evening. â??Go turn on some music, Desiree,â? he said, an odd glimmer in his eyes too. Letting go of her, Micah peeled off his shirt, uncaringly tossing it to the floor. His body was a little sweaty, making his toned chest shine a little in the low lighting. Had he let Desiree kept going, he surely would have been driven to a huge climax, but he wanted to build up as much as possible before that happened. After Desiree had slipped off the couch to go turn on the music, Micah added in: â??Be sure to pick out something you can strip to,â?