“Daddy, look at the wind blowing my dress up!” Heather yelled from the car. With her arms stretched to the side, she laughed and looked as a gush of warm summer wind swooshed up her legs and her blue checkered dress while she posed. On a blanket on the gr...
“Daisy,” Heather grumbled to the dog following her. “I’m horny. Where’s daddy?” Heather groaned to herself as she stomped her feet, strolling around the house, bored, and naked except for her hair scrunchie and her Ugg boots. Her mother was at work at the...
“Should I shave my pussy, daddy?” Heather sweetly asked her stepdad from the backseat of the car. Caledon sat at the driver’s seat, groaning, shaking his head in bemusement. His wife—and Heather’s mom—had just stepped out of the car a while ago. He turned...
“Ooh, I feel something hard, daddy,” Heather said in a playful shame-shame voice. She was in her oversized T-shirt nightie, sitting on the loveseat, on top of Caledon, her stepdad. “Right…” she wriggled her body into him, “… there.” Heather’s mother Mary...
“Daddy, daddy, come cuddle with me,” nineteen-year-old Heather said from the doorway of her bedroom. She swayed there in her romper onesie pajama, a pink one with big red peppers printed on it. Her blonde hair was a bit disheveled. Her eyes were playful a...
“Daddy, can we have a quickie?” Heather asked as she casually walked into the bathroom. Caledon, her stepfather, poked his head out from the shower curtains, blinking the water off his eyes as the water poured down behind him. “Baby, a who what? Cookie?”...
“A daddy should not be wondering what’s under his stepdaughter’s skirt!” nineteen-year-old Heather said to Caledon, standing in front of him, pointing a chiding finger at him. He stammered: “I’m—I’m not, I just said, I, fuck, don’t say that too loud, your...
“Daddy, daddy, come meet my sexy bestie,” nineteen-year-old Heather said to her stepdad as he climbed the cement steps of her friend’s house. Caledon checked his watch and said, “No, no, no, I just came to pick you up.” Heather groaned. “No hissy fits, mi...
“Daddy, are we fuck buddies?” Heather asked her stepdad as they sat at the Italian restaurant waiting for the waiter. Caledon stared at the menu. “I didn’t hear that. What sounds good? Some pasta?” “Daddy…” she insisted. “Ooh, lasagna,” he said. “I want p...
“Daddy, I missed my period,” Heather sang as she skipped into the kitchen where Caledon, her stepdad, sat eating breakfast. Caledon dropped his fork and groaned. “Aww, fuck, come on, baby. That’s not funny.” She stomped her foot in her fluffy pink bunny s...
“Do you like my shorts, Daddy?” Heather asked one summer evening as she posed, standing before her stepdad Caledon who sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was staring at her hand that was sliding down her bare belly onto the stretchy fabric of her v...
"Oh, God, it’s too big, daddy,” Heather groaned as she lay there on her back, thighs spread, knees up, looking up at her stepdad with pleading eyes. “I, I don’t think it’s gonna fit!” Caledon, sitting next to her on the carpeted floor of the attic, began...
“Daddy, you think I’m hot, don’t you?” Heather asked from the doorway of the garage. Her stepdad Caledon was there holding the hose, filling a bucket with soapy water to clean the SUV that sat in the two-car garage. The garage door was open. Music was pla...
