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Chapter One
Daddy’s eyes followed me as I sat down at the table. He smiled coyly at me. I always noticed when his eyes lingered on me a bit longer than they did Amy, his actual daughter. He'd stare at me much more often than he did my mother Daniella, and even though there was a small part of me that thought that this wasn’t right, it also sent a thrill through me when he looked at me like he did. His smile seeming almost hungry, and I just couldn’t ignore it.
The way he glanced at everywhere the nightgown clung from my breasts to my ass stirred heat inside me in ways I knew was wrong...but it made me feel wanted...beautiful...powerful. There was a part of me, an inner voice, telling me to cover up, and yet another would tell me that I should have come down in something a little more daring. A little more see through. I never knew which to listen to. My stepdad, James, wouldn’t know what to do if I had come out in something more revealing than I usually did. Even now I could see he was turned on, and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to chase the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t leave. “Do you want orange juice today?” Daddy asked me, and I smiled at him a little, looking up from my French toast.
“Yeah, sure.” I said, trying not to blush. I bit my bottom lip as he handed me the glass of orange juice. It had pulp. Just how I liked it, and it made me happy to know that he remembered.
“Not a problem.” He said, and I was going to say something else, but I realized I was staring too much. Amy came down, and the moment was ruined anyways.
“Morning guys.” She said, stretching as she shook her head.
I really didn’t like her. She looked cuter than me, or at least I thought so. She had these beautiful c-cup breasts that I couldn’t help but to envy. I had nothing but B’s, but Daddy never looked at her like he did me. He just smiled, hugging her before handing her a plate of food as well.
“So when’s Daniella going to get back?” Amy asked, and I frowned. I hated that she called my mother Daniella. She wasn’t even going to be in for my birthday, and I didn’t question my mother nearly as much. I knew that she was busy with work, and it wasn’t as if we had the best relationship before now either. Shaking my head, I looked at Daddy who gave me an apologetic look. He knew it was a sore subject for me. He always did listen when I talked.
“I don’t know, Amy, hunny, but really you should call her step-mom or something at least.” To which Amy only frowned. She was a year younger than me, only seventeen.
“Yeah, yeah.” She said, and I just bit my tongue to keep from saying something as I took another sip of my orange juice.
“Anyways. I’ll be with Sandy for about a week, okay Daddy?” She asked, and Daddy thought about it for a moment. He didn’t look like he liked it at all, and I rolled my eyes. She was always hurting them. He looked at me, as if asking for my permission for her to miss my birthday and I just smiled and shrugged. It hurt, but if my mother wasn’t going to be there I didn’t want her there either. That was for sure.
“Sure.” He said, and she perked up.
“Yay! I’ll go pack now.” Amy said before turning, and she looked at me.
“Oh, hey Ann.” She said before bouncing up the stairs.
“Your birthday is tomorrow, and yet it looks like it’s just us, huh?” He said, and I shrugged.
“I’m sure mom will celebrate later, and let’s face it, Amy forgets anyways.” I told him, to which he laughed, ruffling my hair.
“You always were a trooper.” Daddy said as he went to clean the dishes.
“I’ll do that for you!” I told him, and he shook his head.
“Oh, no. you just rest up and start thinking about where you’d like to go for dinner tomorrow.” Daddy told me.
I got up, nearly tripping but Daddy caught me. His grip made me flush. I landed right against his chest, and I couldn’t help but to feel how oddly firm it was. I had seen him without a shirt, but only once or twice. He had been working out a lot since then. I tried to stop the thoughts, but they wouldn’t seem to stop. I knew I was flushing when he gave me a worried look, patting my shoulder reassuringly.
“You be careful, okay?” Daddy said, flashing a smile at me.
“Okay, Daddy.” I said, and he laughed again before turning back to the dishes.
“I’m going to go pick out my outfit.” I told him, going to my room.
The stairs were tiresome knowing that I could run by Amy on the way up, but like usual she was too preoccupied on the phone in her room. I was silently thankful that she’d not be there, asking me tons of awkward questions or making snide remarks. One thing my Daddy didn’t seem to know was that she certainly wasn’t nice to me. He deserved a better daughter, and I certainly tried to be a good daughter for my step-Daddy, but I couldn’t ever tell what he was thinking.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and I sighed again. I hated that I had a small chest. They were small B’s, but at least they were perky. My slender hips didn’t show much, and I figured that I’d always look young with my round face. Brunette hair never made me stand out all too much, and yet everyone always complimented me on my eyes. They weren’t just brown, but a hazel that everyone always said had gold in it. I smiled, trying to find the perfect outfit, but nothing came to me. I decided it’d be best if I just went to bed, trying again in the morning. By then I’d be 18, and maybe the pressure that seemed to settle over my chest would release. Sleep didn’t come easy, and for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about the way that Daddy looked at me this morning, but eventually I fell deeply asleep.
Chapter Two
Waking up that morning I was groggy, but I smelled coffee. I slipped out of bed in my pink nightgown, making sure that it was straightened out so that my nipples weren’t showing as I went down. The house was quiet, but with mom and Amy gone I couldn’t be surprised. Daddy was there in the kitchen, and I knew it before I even rounded the corner.
It was the way he was humming, and for a moment I stopped to listen. He was one of the happiest men I knew, and yet I couldn’t figure him out no matter how much I tried. He had taken me in, loved me, cared for me, and he had set a standard no man had been able to beat so far. Daddy turned around immediately when I entered the kitchen. He had always been attentive.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I hope that you’re feeling well.” He said, and Daddy’s eyes raked over me.
He looked up and down my body, and for once in my life I was all too aware that I was only wearing a nightgown. The look had never been so blatant, and for a moment I wondered if he had thought about me last night too. No, I shouldn’t think about that. I thought, shaking my head, but they were hard thoughts not to have. He sat down a large plate in front of me. An egg white omelet because I didn’t eat yolks, sausage because I preferred it over ba
