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  Deflowering My Step-Daughter Kelly

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  Lacey Harper

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  Teased mercilessly by classmates for being a virgin, Kelly decides to seduce her step-father and get rid of her pesky virginity. She finally gets a chance when her mother leaves on a business trip. When Kelly asks her step-father Gary for help of a carnal nature, how can he possibly resist?

  Content Warning: This short story contains adult material with explicit sexual situations and language. All sexually active characters in this work are 19 years of age or older.

  Deflowering My Step-Daughter Kelly

  Lacey Harper

  Deflowering My Step-Daughter Kelly

  Copyright© 2013 Lacey Harper

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Deflowering My Step-Daughter Kelly

  A Note from Lacey

  Deflowering My Step-Daughter Kelly

  Daddy’s hand slipped between her thighs. He was inches away from touching the one place she ached to have touched when her alarm clock interrupted the dream. She groaned and slapped the alarm off. The damn thing always blared to life at the worst possible moments.

  “It’s already 4 a.m. Let’s go princess.” Her mother screeched as she ran past the open door to the bedroom. She didn’t mean it as a term of endearment.

  “I don’t know why I have to go with you to the airport. It’s not like you’re taking me with you.” Kelly slid off the cotton sheets and into fluffy pink slippers. The freezing air pinched her nipples into sharp points. She didn’t move to hide them. They still fascinated her.

  Daddy called her a late bloomer whenever Rebecca wasn’t around. Kelly turned eighteen two days ago. She was finally a woman. Well, almost.

  Her virginity hung around like an albatross. There was no way in hell she would go to college without any sexual experience. The laughter that followed her all through high school still stung. The other girls teased her mercilessly when they found out she’d never even kissed a boy. But how could she if she didn’t have a boyfriend?

  The banshee teetered back into the room on six inch stilettos. Bright red lips showcased an expertly painted face. A tight blond bun pulled at the base of her neck raising the skin ever so slightly. The business suit meant she was running off to another real estate convention. She stabbed an earring in each ear. “Kelly, we’re leaving in ten minutes.”

  “I’m going.” She grumbled.

  “A warm shower and some hot coco should wake her up.” Daddy’s sexy voice drifted in from the hall. He wrapped both arms around her mother but those steely grey eyes never left hers.

  Kelly swallowed. The expression on his face sent my pulse into overdrive. She looked away. “Daddy, why do I have to get up this early? Can’t you take her without me?”

  “Your mom’s going to be gone a week. It’s only right that you come with us to the airport.”

  “Fine. I’ll be down in ten.”

  Kelly skipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Within minutes the shower spewed steam across the mirror. She dropped the nightgown on the floor and pulled her panties off. Naked, she swiped a hand across the mirror. She turned sideways to check her chest. Still not as big as the other girls in senior gym, but according to all the teen magazines, small and firm still counted.

  At least her body was finally catching up but she still had a huge problem. In three months, she’d leave for college and she needed to figure out a way to lose her virginity.

  She stepped into the shower. The water stung like a thousand needles. She grabbed a fuzzy pink piggy sponge and squired a drop of strawberry soap on it. The slick wetness slid across her breasts and down past her belly button. Soap bubbles popped as they landed on her thighs.

  The dreams intrigued her. Every night for the last two week, she’d wake up just as daddy was about to touch the part that ached between her legs. She knew it was wrong, but sometimes she’s daydream about daddy’s thick wide hands. What would they feel like on her skin? Rough? Soft?

  Her fingers drifted between her legs. It got so wet down there when she thought about him. Her mother married him two years ago so the fantasies couldn’t be too naughty. He wasn’t her real dad anyway. She sighed as her thumb brushed the sparse pelt over the slit. One magazine described how touching it would make a woman cum. She was too afraid to try it.

  A knock at the door startled her. “What?”

  “I can’t talk to you through the door.” Daddy’s laughter sent a shiver of down her spine straight to that mysterious V.

  She turned the faucet off and wrapped a thick white towel around herself before she opened the door.

  His eyes darted from her face to her legs then traveled slowly to the top of the towel. He cleared his throat. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”

  “Sorry daddy. I’m coming.”

  ***

  I’m coming. The words echoed in Gary’s head over and over as he steered the car into San Francisco International Airport.

  He glanced in the review mirror. Kelly quickly looked away. The number of times he’d caught her staring had increased a thousand fold in the last two weeks.

  Images from yesterday flashed through his mind. His step-daughter reclined on a lounge chair by the pool. The pink and white striped bikini held together by tiny satin bows. Her tight ass as it slid below the surface of the pool. A cascade of water dripped from the tip of small firm breasts.

  His cock stirred. The next week would be torture. His body’s reaction to his step-daughter was easy to deal with when his wife was around. The only benefit to fucking an older woman was experience. Rebecca gave good head. Not too much scraping with the teeth and no gag reflex, a great combination.

  As Gary stopped the car, Rebecca turned to her daughter. “I’m sorry we didn’t do much for your birthday but daddy has a surprise for you at home.”

  “I bet he does.” She snapped.

  “Kelly, while I’m gone, I expect you to be nice to your father. He works his ass off at the insurance company to take care of us.”

  Gary squeezed his wife’s hand and smiled. “I’ll take good care of her while you’re at the convention.”

  “Thank you honey.” Her lips barely brushed his. God forbid she ruined all that makeup. A beautiful woman didn’t need all the crap, but Rebecca laughed at him every time he mentioned it to her.

  He got out of the car and followed Rebecca to the trunk to help her with the bags. “I don’t know why you have to pack so much, you’re only going for a week.”

  “I have to maintain a professional appearance. I can’t wear the same suit every day.” Her face twisted into a scowl causing wrinkles to form at the edge of her mouth.

  “Have a great trip.”

  “I will. Let me know if Kelly gives you any trouble, L.A. is just an hour flight away.”

  “I’m sure everything will be fine.” He waved as she hurried across the walkway and into the airport.

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p; Gary walked to the car but froze mid-step as his step-daughter slid into the passenger seat. The short white skirt hitched up high enough to reveal the final white ruffle on the hidden panties. The world went silent as she leaned forward. Her milky white breasts peaked out from under the red halter top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her delicate hands tugged at the fabric on the skirt. After a few seconds she stopped fidgeting and swung her long legs into the car.

  She looked at him, a slow smile spread across her lips, then she pulled the door shut.

  A cabbie honked and snapped him out of a daze. The noise of idling cars and people running down the sidewalk returned with a rush.

  An airport policeman approached. “You need to move your car sir.”

  “Yes officer.”

  Gary raced around the car and jumped it.

  Kelly placed a hand on his thigh. “I promise to be a good girl daddy.”

  ***

  Kelly squirmed on the leather seat. Daddy’s strong arms flexed as he wove through the morning traffic. The sun rose over the hills casting rays of light along his salt and pepper hair. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met. Much better looking that the guy labeled sexiest man alive in one of her magazines.

  All the tips and tricks she’d read on how to seduce a man swarmed in her mind. Daddy would be perfect. No one would ever need to know. She’d be gone in three months.

  A trickle of fear snaked down her spine. What was she thinking? He was her father, not by blood, but still he was married to her mother. Could she really go through with it? Was the fear of going off the college a virgin really worth the risk?

  Her stomach grumbled. “Daddy, I’m hungry.”

  “What would you like honey?”

  “Mocha light, extra whip.”

  “I’ll pull off at the next exit. Any plans for this week while your mom’s gone?”

  Other than seducing you? A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “No. I’ll probably just hang out at the pool and work on my tan.”

  Daddy exited the highway and pulled into a coffee shop drive-thru. The speakers crackled on.

  “Tell them what you want.” He smiled.

  Time to try out one of those tips. She leaned across the car and put her hand on the seat between his legs for support.

  “Whoa.” He jerked back.

  With the other arm, she grabbed the back of the seat to steady herself. “I’d like a mocha light, extra whip.”

  The employee’s crackling voice came through the speakers. “Can you repeat that?”

  Daddy spoke loudly. “She wants a mocha light.”

  She lightly pressed her chest into his. “Extra whip.”

  “Extra whip.” He croaked. His chest rose and fell in quick succession. It was working. All those hours spent memorizing the magazine tips would finally pay off.

  “Pull up to the first window.”

  She turned to face daddy. Her lips were inches from his. She lowered her voice. “Thank you daddy.”

  He leaned forward a fraction of an inch. Their lips practically touched. “You should sit down.”

  She eased back into the seat. She smoothed the skirt into place as he pulled forward to the next window. Maybe seducing him would be easy.

  After about a minute, an employee leaned out of the window. Daddy’s arms shot out to grab the drink. He passed it to her then returned to the highway.

  Kelly took a sip. The scorching hot drink scalded her tongue. “Ouch.”

  “Take off the lid and blow on it.”

  She slipped a nail under the lid and lifted it off. Steam curled into the air. She pursed her lips and blew on the foamy whipped cream.

  Daddy glanced at her then turned him attention back to the road. “Be careful not to burn yourself.”

  “I know daddy.” She giggled and took a sip.

  Daddy stared.

  “What?”

  “You have whipped cream on your lips.” His husky voice filled the space between them.

  She closed her eyes, stuck her tongue out and slowly swirled it across her lips. As she opened them, a truck swerved to into their lane.

  “Daddy look out!”

  “Shit.”

  He careened into the shoulder. The brakes squealed and a riot of gravel kicked against the underside of the car. He slowed to a stop.

  “Kelly, you can’t do that thing with your tongue.”

  “What thing?” She knew exactly what he was talking about. An article about seducing someone using food appeared in a magazine last month.

  “You distracted me while I was trying to drive.”

  “With my tongue?” The question hung thick in the air.

  “Yes. No. Just, put the lid back on that thing.”

  Pleased, she snapped the cover over the drink and set it in the cup holder. “I’ll just drink the rest at home.”

  ***

  Gary leapt out of the car desperate to get away from Kelly. “I’ve got work to do.”

  “Is everything okay daddy?” The temptress’ little pink tongue flicked out from between luscious pink lips.

  “Fine.” He turned and stalked into the garage.

  When she didn’t follow, relief washed over him. How could he resist someone so young, so sexy. He had to find a way. Touching her was completely out of the question.

  He grabbed a piece of sand paper and passed it over the table he was refinishing. Work would keep him distracted.

  He sanded and stained the piece in record time. The summer heat seeped in through the cracks and sent the temperature soaring. He stopped to wipe sweat from his forehead. A cold beer sounded wonderful so he put away the tools and went to the kitchen.

  A pitcher of lemonade sat on the counter with a note. Kelly’s girlish handwriting sprawled across the page. Out swimming.

  He ran a hand over his face. The vixen probably had the pink bikini on. It was hot outside. There wasn’t any reason why he shouldn’t be able to enjoy the pool too. After all, he paid for it.

  He dashed upstairs and tossed his sweaty clothes into the hamper. After taking a quick shower, he pulled on swim shorts and grabbed a towel.

  The temperature outside had soared to a sweltering one hundred and two degrees. He tapped the weather thermometer on the side of the house but the red line didn’t move. Water splashed against the back of his legs.

  “Come in, the water feels great.” His step-daughter grinned then leaned into a backstroke across the pool. The bikini wasn’t pink and white. It was white with yellow daises.

  He dropped the towel and dove into the water before she could see his rapidly forming hard-on. The shock of the chilly water took care of the embarrassing erection. He paddled over to her.

  “It’s cold as hell in here.”

  “Hell’s hot.” She flicked drops of water at him.

  “Maybe.” He lunged and pushed her under the water.

  She burst to the top and yelled. “War.”

  He shoved a tidal wave of water across the pool. She retaliated with rapid fire splashing. The playful fighting lasted a few minutes before she stopped.

  “I surrender.”

  “So I win.”

  “Yes, you do win.”

  The change in her voice put him on guard. Nervous energy sparked along his belly. He blurted out the next words. “What do I win?”

  He immediately regretted saying them even as she floated closer.

  “A kiss.”

  He wasn’t sure he’d heard right. So when she placed her palms on either side of his face he couldn’t believe it. She lowered her lips and hesitated only inches away. He parted his lips to tell her to stop but she took it as an invitation. The first electric touch of his step-daughter’s velvety lips made his knees buckle. A voice inside him screamed, you shouldn’t be doing this. But he ignored it. The press of her lips against his ignited a fire in his blood.

  He wrapped an arm around his daughter and drew her toward the steps. The once tentative kiss burned hot. He tasted the tartness of the lemonade
as he parted the soft lips. The tongue he’d craved for months darted against his then retreated.

  “Daddy.” She gasped.

  He pushed away. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

  She blushed and twisted a lock of hair around her finger. “But, I kinda liked it.”

  His cock twitched and pushed against the mesh. “You’re my daughter, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Not really your daughter, daddy.”

  He backed onto the top step as she advanced. What was she doing?

  “I need you to do something for me.” Her eyes searched his face. Vulnerability radiated off her.

  “What?”

  “I need you to make love to me.”

  His jaw dropped. “What?”

  “I know I’m not very pretty and I’m not very experienced. I mean, not at all. You’re the first guy I’ve kissed.”

  He let out a slow whistle. “Are you a virgin?”

  She hung her head and nodded.

  “How’s the possible? Shit Kelly, you’re sexy as hell. Those boys are idiots for not wanting you. You’re beautiful and warm and funny.”

  Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “I’m none of those things. If you don’t want to, I understand.”

  “It’s not that honey.” He pulled her into his lap before thinking it through. His cock smashed against the shorts as if trying to escape. She had to have felt it as her silky thigh eased over his lap. Surprised that she didn’t panic, he positioned her so his cock fit in the groove between her legs.

  “Don’t you want me?” His doe eyed daughter blinked.

  “Yes. Of course. But, you should give your virginity to someone you love.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you.”

  “Like a father. You love me like a father.”