Stealing Daddy Away ( Doe x Machiavelli )

[thelittledoe]

It was safe to say, she didn't quite like her stepmother. It was something in the way the woman was that she just didn't like, whether it be that look of sneakiness on her face, or just because she was and had taken her Daddy from her. Well she just couldn't have that, spitting out her toothpaste into the sink as she pushed her hair back again into the towel that was drying her dark hair. There was a plan forming in that pretty little head of hers, body wrapped in the plush fabric of a bathrobe. She knew she was going to have start working on prying her father away from that snake of a woman, rolling her eyes softly as she could hear her moving around downstairs. She was probably fixing breakfast, mentally gagging at the thought as she pulled on the pair of cheer leading shorts from last season.

A bra tightened behind her back, the female pulled a simple pink tee shirt onto her upper half, moving downstairs barefoot and immediately regretting having gone downstairs so quickly. " Oh! Good morning Charlie! " Resisting the urge to grit her teeth, Charlotte who was usually only called Charlie by her father, faked a smile as she moved into the kitchen without too much sound. " Morning. " Charlotte said as she pulled orange juice from the refrigerator, eyeing the food on the stove top before looking to Brianne, " Oh. Sorry, I didn't know you'd be up so early, so I only made breakfast for your father. " Bitch. She knew she had done it on purpose, Charlotte resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the woman, only smiling again as she began to make herself a bowl of fruit, " It's fine, I ave to stay for practices. " Or to ring your neck. Sliding up to sit on the counter and disregarding the look on Brianne's face as she plucked at her fruit bowl, knowing the older woman hated her sitting up on the counters like that. There was a tension in the air between the two, because Brianne had said more than enough not so necessary things to Charlie.

So many, that the women were almost in a silent competition for her father. Too bad Brianne was about to be completely replaced. Grinning softly as she ate a strawberry, and took away the urge to push the woman's face into the skillet, they both waited contently for Charlie's father.

 

[Master Machiavelli]

He turned the corner for home and picked up the pace, sprinting the last quarter or mile or so and fueling the burn in his lungs. The man was drenched in sweat as he tapped the timer on his watch, stopping it and he slowed himself to a walk as he reached the driveway. He paced in slow circle, fingers interlocked behind his head as he inhaled deeply through his nostrils and compelled his heart rate to slow. Christian keyed the six digit security code into the garage door panel and peeled his sweat soaked shirt off as it opened. He wiped his sculpted chest and arms down with it, tossed it into the hamper near the washing machine and then checked his watch, happy with the time for his daily five mile run. He’d spent twelve years in the Army and daily PT was as ingrained in him as breathing even though he’d left active service to start a successful tech company a few years earlier.

Christian came through the door from the garage into the kitchen, immediately seeing Charlie sitting on the counter her long and shapely legs dangling absently over the side and Brianne at the stove, preparing breakfast. “Good morning ladies.” He offered with a broad smile as he walked in and moved to where Charlie sat on the counter, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek as he reached up to open the cabinet behind her and get out a water glass. ”Did you sleep well sweetheart?” He asked as he closed the cabinet and moved to the sink beside her.

“I’ve made you breakfast.” Brianne offered before Charlie had a chance to answer and put his plate down on the kitchen table at the seat farthest from his daughter as possible. ”Can I get you some coffee, how was your run?” She added as his wife moved back into the kitchen intent on getting a coffee mug which were kept in the same cabinet behind Charlie.

Christian took a long drink of water, nodding as he did and put the glass down in the sink. Nonchalantly he reached for a plump, red strawberry sitting in Charlie’s bowl. ”Mmm, that looks delicious. May I?” he asked before snatching it away.

 

[thelittledoe]

There was something that amused her so when her shirtless father acknowledged her with his affection before Brianne. Considerably, Charlie would probably always come first in her father's eyes, but she wanted to make sure Brianne knew that. She wanted to make sure this woman was completely aware that if she didn't already have her father wrapped around her finger before, she was definitely going to obtain that closeness. Very, very soon. Of course before she had the proper response for her father's question, there was that bit- ahem, Brianne again trying to speak out of turn. Rolling her eyes up to the ceiling as she ate a section of pineapple, without anyone completely seeing her face, she silently mocked Brianne. ' Oh I've made you coffee, oh I washed your underwear, oh let me just blow you right here on the- ' Gagging at the thought, though not necessarily about blowing her father, but Brianne's gross little mouth anywhere near her father's cock, it made her stomach churn when oddly, it should have made her stomach churn to think about the idea entirely. But it didn't. And she had long gotten over that.

Swatting at her father's hand as she zoned back into the conversation, she missed his hand as he now stood, eating a strawberry, " Daddy! " Charlotte's tone was scolding, scrunching her nose gently as she huffed in mock dismay, full bust rising and falling before nodding to Brianne, " She made you breakfast! Don't eat mine! "

 

[Master Machiavelli]

"Too slooow," Christian winked as he popped the plum red fruit between his lips and bit into it, releasing it's sweet juiciness into his mouth. and moved to the table and his waiting breakfast. He took a second bite, pinching the strawberry's bundle of deep green leaves like a handle between his fingers. "Mmm, forbidden fruit...so...delicious." He took his seat, placing the end of the end of the fruit on the end of his plate before taking a sip of the coffee, complimenting Brianne and thanking her for making the meal. "Is fruit all you're having Charlie-baby?" He shook his head slowly. "You need to have some protein as well, otherwise you'll be starving by lunchtime and you've got practice today, don't you?"

He turned his attention to Brianne, "Bri, would you mind making an egg or two for Charlotte?" He asked nonchalantly as she stood by the stove. He continued to eat the eggs and toast which his wife had prepared for him, enjoying the morning and the company of his two girls.

"So what do you both have planned for today?" Christian asked between bites, always sure to finish his mouthful before speaking. "I've got to hurry up and shower and get dressed, I've got an important meeting with a potential investor this morning." He looked to his gorgeous daughter as he was finishing. "Do you need a ride to school today? Or is someone picking you up?"

 

[thelittledoe]

A faint pout on her lips as her father teased her about being too slow to stop him from eating some of her fruit, she nodded softly when he asked if the fruit was all she was having. " Yeah, but I'll be fine with this. " Knowing that he was going to immediately move into dad mode after her response, Charlie looked over to him as she moved off the counter finally to allow Brianne her proper breathing habits. Don't have a fucking heart attack, jesus. However with her father's words that followed, she almost giggled at the silly expression on Brianne's face, as she would apparently be making breakfast for her anyway. Moving to sit next to her father despite the chair Brianne had so expertly tried to scoot in the opposite direction, the brunette looked over to her father now as she plucked a blueberry up from her bowl, chewing thoughtfully as he asked what they had planned for today. Fortunately, Brianne was busy over at the stove, Charlotte crossed her legs beneath her body out of habit, sitting on them carefully as her father announced that he had a meeting with an investor this morning. " I can ride with you daddy, if you'll take me. I don't think I asked who else was driving to school today. " This was easily more alone time spent with her father, and completely avoid any time spent talking to Brianne. Just the thought almost caused her to cringe softly.

It wasn't that Brianne was a terrible person. Charlie just didn't like or care for her. Christ, who was she kidding, she couldn't stand her the second her father announced he was marrying her. The plate of eggs being set slightly abruptly in front of her, a faint smile of a thank you was shared to the older woman, eating them carefully for any signs of death; Nah, they were alright. Finishing both her eggs and her fruit after having to swat her father's hand away again, she stood up carefully from the table, " I have to go get dressed, then I'll be ready for school, " Charlotte kissing her father's cheek gently, the brunette moved upstairs quickly, leaving Brianne with the responsibility of cleaning her dishes up as she got ready for school. Returning downstairs less than thirty minutes later, the sunny weather permitted the skirt that moved over the soft skin of her thighs, white button down tucked into her skirt thanks to the uniform requirements her school had. Sending his daughter to a private school was only one of dozens of things Christian had done to make sure Charlotte stayed on top of her game, the petite girl appreciative of this despite being a bit spoiled none the less.

 

[Master Machiavelli]

Christian winked as Charlie pouted- it was adorable and made him smile all the wider and sat down to his breakfast. He watched quietly as Brianne dropped a couple more eggs into the already hot pan for her and detected perhaps the slightest bit of tension between them. He shrugged it off as Charlie came to sit beside him and her eggs were delivered. Brianne returned to make her own breakfast, and Charlie took him up on the offer of a ride to school.

By the time it Brianne had finished cooking, both Christian and Charlie had just about finished. Christian looked at his watch, suddenly aware of the time. "Craaap!"He groaned, having lost track of the time just as Bri began to sit down. "I'm sorry babe, I've got shave and get into the shower, otherwise I'm going to be late- and if I'm late, I'm fucked." He got up from the table, swigged the last of his coffee down and shot from the room and up the stairs, leaving Brianne alone in the kitchen with her meal and the dishes.

He entered their bedroom and swung the door shut, in such a rush that he didn't pay particular attention as to whether or not it had actually fully closed before kicking off his running shoes and peeling off his socks as he made his way into the bathroom. Christian turned on the sink taps before pulling off his running shorts, freeing his member which hung thick between his legs, and stood naked before the vanity mirror as he splashed his face with the warming water and fished out his razor and shaving cream. He lathered his face and quickly shaved before turning on the shower and jumping in, rinsing the remainder of the lather under the stream of the shower head. As he lathered the scrub pad and began to run it over his powerful arms and chest his mind began to wander. He imagined Brianne slipping into the shower behind him as he washed himself, her nipples brushing against his back as she reached around to stroke his member. He felt himself stir as he imagined it and absently his hand moved to his cock and he began to stroke himself.

He moved slowly, his thumb and pointer finger wrapped around his dick as he kneaded it, massaged it and fantasized about his wife getting him hard. His cock grew until it was stiff and standing erect and Christian imagined Brianne as she moved around him and dropped to her knees, her hands sliding up his strong thighs as she took the mushroom shaped head of his cock between her lips. "Mmmm" he moaned as he began to pump his dick with more excitement, his hips rising and falling in concert with each stroke. Christian leaned back against the wall of the shower as his fantasy ran wild, She was sucking him with abandon and he felt her small hands as they played with his balls. Faster and faster his tempo increased, jerking off to her pretty little mouth embracing his length and milking him for his seed. Christian felt himself reaching the point of no return and he moaned again softly, his hips rocking more and more eagerly.

Those lips...those eyes...that mouth...her perfect perky tits... The first jet of cum burst form his cock and Christian continued to jerk himself off. That tight ass in her tight little cheerleader shorts... A second eruption of his seed splashed against the far wall of the shower as Christian began to realize that his fantasy had changed and it wasn't Brianne who was blowing him any longer.."Uhhhh..." Her father groaned, his eyes shut and he embraced his fantasy, and the last of his cum left his cock and landed inside his little girl's eager mouth. She swallowed it eagerly and continued to clean his length with her lips and tongue and when Christian's eyes finally opened and the fantasy was broken it freaked him out just a little- but strangely, less than he would have expected.

He left the shower and toweled off quickly, trying to put it out of his mind. He had to focus today- this meeting had to go well. He'd think about the fantasy later. He dressed in a charcoal suit, white dress shirt and a very expensive tie before heading downstairs to meet Charlie to take her to school.