Alan Phillips walked into the living room of his nice upscale home and heard an odd sound coming from the living room. He had just come home for lunch and wasn't expecting anyone to be home. His wife, Martha, was out of town visiting family, and his stepdaughter, Heather, was in school across town. So the fact that he heard sounds coming from the house puzzled him. The sounds weren't threatening like a man's voice or that of the house being ransacked, but softer.
He put his coffee cup and keys on the small table by the entryway and went to investigate the sound. As he got further into the house, the sound became more distinct and he recognized it... the sound of crying! He came around the corner and found Heather sitting on the fireplace hearth, her legs curled tight to her and her hands covering her face. She was sobbing and rocking back and forth in obvious distress.
Alan moved quickly to his stepdaughter's side, sitting down on the hearth next to her. "Heather honey what's wrong? Why aren't you in school? Are you sick or something?" he asked, genuinely concerned.
"Oh, Daddy!" she bawled throwing her arms around him, "Tony broke up with me!"
"What do you mean he broke up with you? What happened? You two used to be so close I couldn't see daylight between you most of the time!" he said.
"I don't know! I saw him at school today and asked him if he wanted to come over later after school. That's when he told me he wanted to break up.
"He said that he was starting to see that tramp Paula Reynold's and that it was over between us!" she sobbed on his shoulder.
"What did he say was his reason for this breakup?" Alan asked.
"He said that he wanted someone... with a hotter body than mine. Someone who was better built and was sexier! Oh, Daddy!" she broke down again.
He didn't say anything else, he just held his shattered daughter in his arms. He wished his wife, her mother, was here. She would know how to handle this better than he could. Alan let her get a good cry out and when her sobs started to let up he pushed her back so he could talk to her.
"Honey, don't you worry about what this guy says. You have a lot more than just a big chest to offer and if that's all that this guy wants, then he doesn't deserve you! Believe me, sweetheart, a big chest isn't all it's cracked up to be! Oh sure, when you are young and horny, having a nice rack is a draw to the young boys. But as you get older those things are subject to gravity just like a man's chest. See this?" Alan patted his growing stomach, "this used to be chest when I was younger!"
Heather laughed despite herself. "Oh, Daddy you are still a hunk! And I know Mom thinks so too! I've heard you two in the bedroom... and from the sounds of things there's still plenty of 'chest' left in you!" she giggled.
"Well you shouldn't be eavesdropping, young lady, but at least I got a giggle out of you. Now dry your eyes honey and we will see about getting something to eat. How did you get home anyway?" he asked.
"Oh, Mom always gives me some emergency money to keep at school... just in case I miss the bus or I stay after school or something. It's enough to get a cab ride home," she said.
"And you figured this was an emergency I suppose?" he asked.
"Of course! You don't expect me to stay in school after something like that! I mean he told me we were through right there in the hallway between classes! I'll be lucky if I can show my face around school for the rest of the year! Everyone will be whispering and talking about this, I'd just die!" she said.
"Well this is Wednesday and school is about over for today. I will let you stay home tomorrow and Friday. But you will have to go back to school on Monday... I think four days is a suitable period of mourning for something of this magnitude," he said. Besides, if I know school kids, by Monday there will a whole new scandal to whisper about anyway!"
"Thank you, Daddy... I knew you'd understand. You're the best!" she said, giving him a big hug.
"Feeling better, then?" he asked.
"Not really, Daddy. It just hurts so much. I really liked Tony and I thought he liked me. I thought we had something special. But it turns out he'd rather have that slut 'Put Out Paula' than me," she said.
"Put Out Paula?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's what us girls call her. She'll fuck any guy at the drop of a hat! All the girls hate her– she has taken a lot of guys away from us girls. I thought Tony was different. I thought he was mine," she said.
"Sounds like a few girls I went to school with. There was one girl–I can't remember her name– she was easier to lay than a throw rug! But I never fell for her little act, I saw right through her. I knew that if she was that easy for me, she'd be that easy for the next guy too," Alan told his daughter.
"That's what makes you so special, Daddy. I wish I could find a man like you," she said wistfully.
"You will, sweetheart. You are a special person too and you will find someone who won't be so easily swayed by a 'Put Out Paula'. Someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Someone you love and who will love you in return," he said.
"Well when I do, I hope he is half the man my Daddy is," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Thank you, honey. Now, broken hearts usually call for something special to help make it all better. I know how you love pizza, so why don't we go down to Mario's and I'll treat you to a pizza," he said.
"Okay, Daddy. Daddy, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
"Of course I do honey," he said, without even thinking about it.
Heather crawled up in his lap and looked him straight in the eyes. "No, Daddy I mean it. Do you think I'm pretty?" she repeated the question.
He reached up and put his hand on her shoulder. "Honey I think you are very pretty. You have your mother's eyes and her beautiful smile. The same eyes and smile I fell in love with. Yes, sweetheart, you are every bit as beautiful as your mother and I love both of you very much," he said.
"Even with these?" she asked, suddenly pulling down the top of her stretchy, strapless flower-print dress.
"Heather! What are you doing!" he asked, shocked at her brazenness.
"I wish I had Mom's boobs... instead of these little mosquito bites!" she said. "Maybe if I had a decent set of boobs, Tony wouldn't have left me."
"Honey, you are just fine the way you are. I've seen pictures of your mother when she was your age and she wasn't much bigger up there. You are only sixteen honey, give yourself a little time. Besides, with your small frame, your little boobs look fine. Bigger boobs would look out of place and fake on you," he said.
Heather leaned forward and kissed him again. But this time she kissed him on the mouth. And not just a little peck on the lips father/daughter kind of kiss either. She kissed him with a full, passionate, giving-herself-to-him kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair as she held the kiss for as long as she could until he broke away.
"Heather, sweetheart, thank you for the kiss, but I really don't think we should be doing this! I mean, I'm your father for pete's sake!" he said.
"My stepfather, Daddy, and I want this. I need this Daddy. After what happened today, I need this. I need to feel loved, and wanted. I need to feel... like a woman. Please, Daddy, please. If you love me like you say, then show me. Take me and show me that you think I'm beautiful. I need to feel you... inside me. Please?" she said, softly.
Alan saw the need in her face. He looked into the soft blue eyes of his stepdaughter. He saw her mother in those eyes. Martha had been gone for a couple of weeks now and he did miss her in bed next to him. She had gone to be with her mother who wasn't feeling very well and was getting up there in age. Her sisters, Heather's aunts, were helping out as well so the whole family was there. But Alan had to work and Heather had school, so they stayed behind.
Now Alan was faced with a dilemma. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, yet he also wanted to comfort Heather. She had already been abandoned by the boy she thought loved her; he didn't want to turn her away as well.
If he went through with this and Martha found out, she would be absolutely livid and he would most probably end up with a second divorce. Although the first one wasn't his fault, this one certainly would be. And if he didn't, he would lose any ground he had made with Heather in their relationship. Heather wasn't too keen on Alan at first... he'd had to win her over to his side and it took a little doing. But they had made peace with one another and things were good for them now. He didn't want to spoil things just when he had everything running smoothly and life for the three of them was going so well.
"Heather, baby, I understand what you are saying. But you know this is wrong. If your mother found out what is going on here, she would be so pissed off at me that divorce would be the best that could happen to me. And I don't want to lose her–or you," he said, trying to talk some sense into the overwrought young girl.
But Heather was her mother's daughter and just as stubborn–she wasn't going to be swayed.
"Daddy, Mom will never find out. I promise! This is just between you and me, I swear. Please, Daddy, please! I need you–I really, really need you!" she cried.
"I don't know sweetheart..." he said, still hesitant about this idea.
Heather stood up, still straddling his legs. She pulled up her dress, showing him her lacy pink panties.
"Look at my pussy, Daddy, and you'll see how much I need you. How much I want you, Daddy," she said.
Alan reached up to pull the front of her panties down a little bit. He saw the wispy blonde hairs first and as he pulled them down a little further her swollen pink pussy lips came into view. He saw her clit emerging from its little tent and standing up begging to be sucked and he saw the drops of her dew forming in the slip between her lips. He licked his lips subconsciously as he caught wind of her musky pungent aroma.
"See, Daddy, see how much my pussy wants you. How much I want you. Please, Daddy, just lick my pussy and taste me. Taste how much I love you, Daddy," she said.
The sight of the young tight pussy with its sweet honey practically dripping out for his enjoyment, the smell of her heated arousal, and her sweet tender please for him combined to bombard his senses until he could resist no longer.