Miriam Schwartz - Family affair

"Hello, George," she said to him. There was a strange irritating, almost mocking tone to her voice. "How are you doing today, George." She put her free hand on her hip. Her ass was jutted to one side and it was a very provocative stance, at least for George whose mind was running in that direction. She oozed sex from every pore. He closed his eyes for a moment to try and control himself and get his mind off of the line of thought it was starting to follow. "I did say hello, now, didn't I?" she said, increasing the mocking element in her tone of voice.

"Oh… yeah. Hi, how are you, Cindy. Um, good to see you. Been out, uh, shopping, have you? Bought some things, did you?" he said to her. He couldn't think of anything else to say. She had surprised him, and then seeing her in the flesh, and what flesh, had made his mind turn to Jello.

Cindy looked at him smugly. Even at her tender age she had already developed the contemptuous arrogance that comes to those blessed females born with a cunt like a talisman, that will get them anything they want. She glanced down to see that her nipples were sprouting tautly against her halter. A slight smile formed on her lips. She was well aware of the impression she was making on her stepfather. She had been thinking about doing something like this for a while, but for one reason or another she had put it off or not been able to try it. But now the circumstances seemed ideal for her little game.

Look at him, she said to herself. He doesn't know what to do. He looks as if he'll come or piss in his pants if I make one more movement. Should I see if it's true? Should I just wiggle my round little bottom a bit, or perhaps graze my hand up over my crotch. It would have to be pretty funny too much for me to take. He looks like he's in pain poor dear. I wonder if he gets all out of sorts like this when he looks at my mother? Cindy wondered, chuckling softly as she stood there in front of him.

"I'm okay," she finally replied to him. "Yeah, I've been out shopping. I went with my friend Bonnie. Did you ever meet her? She's the big redhead. She's got really big tits, you'd probably like her, George."

George coughed in surprise. What a provocative thing to say. And what the hell did she mean by it, anyway? he wanted to know. It sounded like she thought of him as some sort of lech, or at best a tit fetishist. And, anyway, why on earth was she talking to him like that? They had never exchanged dialogue like this in their previous abrupt talks. Why was she being so open and "adult" with him at this time? It was a good question, but he didn't know how to get an answer, except by waiting and seeing what she was up to. Maybe she was trying to trap him. That was a possibility. He was tempted to get friendly and flirty with her, as she seemed to be doing with him now, but it might be just a trap. He knew that she had originally been quite virulently opposed to his marrying her mother. It didn't seem likely that she could have gotten rid of all that intense antagonism this soon. He had to be careful. He didn't want to do anything that she could use against him to her mother. He felt he had Esther's trust to a certain extent but he did have to be careful not to make her suspicious. She was a trifle self-conscious about their differences in age, he knew, and would be on the lookout for younger women trying to come on to him when they would be out to dinner or somewhere. At times like that, when she felt threatened, especially if she suspected him of being an accomplice in the other woman's flirtation with him. And she was on occasion jealous of her daughter. Oh yes, playing with Cindy was playing with fire, he knew. But with all of that clear in his mind he still couldn't take his eyes off of her, and couldn't help but respond physically to the physical gestures she was making.

He had a hand around the handle of the vacuum cleaner he'd been looking at, and he found that he was gripping it so hard just now that his knuckles had all gone white. He loosened his grip and put his hand down on his knee.

Cindy took a step towards him and reached out for the vacuum cleaner, needlessly taking hold of the handle where he had been clutching it. She caressed the phallic shape and flicked the tip of her index finger over the very tip of the handle. She smirked and then stepped back.

"You've been playing with your vacuum cleaners again, George?" she said to him with another little chuckle.

"Just making sure they're all ready to go into the shop and be sold, that's all," he said, defensively. He got the impression she was making fun of him. George himself knew that he was a failure in every endeavor he had ever tried, including the current reconditioned electrical appliance bit. He knew it, but he didn't like other people getting wise to the fact, and he certainly didn't like them trying to make fun of him about it. That was one thing he couldn't deal with. George had his pride and plenty of it.

Cindy regarded him thoughtfully for half a minute. George stared back at her, trying to keep from wilting under her gaze. She was a very unnerving kid for her age, he was thinking. And then be kept thinking again and again, God, how I would like to fuck that hot, round ass of hers, jam my cock right through those tight pink pants.

"Well," she said, finally, "aren't you going to ask me what I bought? Aren't you interested in what I do, George? The stuff I like, you know? I thought we were starting to get to know each other better, maybe."

George cleared his throat and said, "Yes, of course, of course I'm interested in what you do." He was once again taken by surprise by what she said. He didn't expect that she would be asking him to be more friendly and sociable towards her. It had been the other way around most of the time. She had been the one acting unfriendly most of the time in the past. He had just been going along with the flow, trying not to cause any more interfamilial problems than already existed between the mother and daughter. He didn't even think that could help his cause in the long run, even if his wife did take his side up till now. He was smart enough to know that any mother, no matter how much she was in competition with her daughter, would sooner or later want that daughter's affection back, and he was determined not to be the divisive force when that time came. But this was a new and unexpected development. Why was Cindy all of a sudden acting like they were such good friends, she and her stepfather?

"So, uh, what did you buy while you were out shopping with your friend with the, uh…"

"The one with the big tits?" Cindy laughed. "Bonnie, yeah, I bought some really neat things, something for the summer and this and that. Would you really like to see what I bought?" she asked her stepfather.

"Sure, sure I would. I said I would, didn't I?" He was trying to regain his cool. She had put him off, but he didn't want to stay in that position. After all, wasn't he the man of the house? Wasn't he the one who was supposed to be respected and all of that sort of stuff that went with the territory? He might be sponging off of his wife for the most part, might not be much more than a suburban gigolo in reality but he was still a man and had his pride and wanted to make sure that he didn't put himself in the wrong light. He wasn't going to become a thing of ridicule no matter how. No way. And if the two bitches that he shared this house with thought that one way or another they were going to tell him what to do they were damned well mistaken. He would show the both of them that he was a man and that meant he was the one who gave orders and decided what went down in the house. Now all he had to do was figure out how he was going to break it to his wife without incurring her wrath. And this stepdaughter with the mocking smile, just how the hell was he going to deal with her now? Well, for the moment he would play it by ear. He'd see what the fuck she bought on her shopping trip, though he wasn't in the least interested in seeing some new platform shoes or a pair of earrings or whatever she bought. But if she was going to be friendly, even in her slightly suspect way, then he couldn't do anything to upset the boat. He would go along with it and watch and see what gave. Maybe it was an honest, authentic attempt to make friends with him once and for all. He felt guilty at that thought. He considered all of his nasty thoughts about her, the lust he undeniably felt for her. That wouldn't fit in too well with a warm, friendly stepfather-daughter relationship.