J Watson - Willing stepdaughter

"You're really looking good tonight, honey," Will Thompson told his stepdaughter.

Sandra Parker was finding it hard to keep from trembling as she prepared the evening meal. She was very aware of her stepfather's eyes following her every move. She wished she had worn something a little less revealing than her halter-top and tight white shorts.

But then Sandra hadn't known that she was going to be left alone with Will this evening Sandra's mother was a registered nurse and she had been called to work a second, shift that evening because of an emergency.

Sandra kept telling herself that there was nothing to worry about but she wished her stepfather wouldn't keep undressing her with his eyes. Sometimes he made her feel completely naked.

"You don't like me very much, do you?" Will asked her.

"I never said that," she answered.

"But you're always trying to avoid me," Will pointed out.

"That's not true," she lied.

She really did try to avoid her stepfather. She didn't like to have him around. She didn't like him even if he was married to her mother. Not that he was a bad-looking man. He was tall and well built and he did have a certain kind of charm. But he was not the kind of man who appealed to her.

"You shouldn't stay away from me like the plague," Will said. "After all, I like redheads. And you're even a better looking redhead than your mother."

Sandra shivered as she felt his eyes caressing her body again. She thought she should be used to him staring at her by now. Lots of people stared at her. She was taller than her mother and she had long, thick red hair. She was still in her teens but her body had already reached a luscious maturity. Most men couldn't keep their eyes off her perfectly shaped titties. They were as big as melons and it was difficult to keep her nipples from always being hard.

"I'm not better looking than my mother," Sandra said.

"Sure you are, baby. You're a beautiful piece!"

"You shouldn't be talking like this," Sandra said.

Sandra brought the food to the table. They sat down and ate their meal in silence. Sandra kept feeling his eyes wandering over her body. She was glad when the meal was over.

"I'm going upstairs now," she said. "I have some homework to do. I'll save the dishes for later."

She was suddenly in a terrible hurry to be out of the kitchen and away from her stepfather. She nearly ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Everything seemed to have changed in her life lately. She didn't even feel comfortable in her own house.

Sandra stretched out on her bed and started doing her homework. She didn't know how long she'd been working when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She rolled over and saw her stepfather leaning against her open door.

"I got lonely down there," he said. "This is the first time your mother's been away since we were married."

"You'd better get used to it," she said.

"Come on, honey," he said. "Don't be so hard on me. I'm a pretty nice fellow once you get to know."

He had been drinking. She could smell it on his breath as he walked into the room. He had taken off his shirt downstairs and she could see the mass of black hairs on his chest and it made her feel funny.

"How about having a drink with me?" Will asked.

For the first time she noticed that he had brought an extra beer. She shook her head but he was already sitting down on the bed and handing her the can.

"I don't drink," she protested.

"Just having a beer with your stepfather won't hurt anything," he said. "Just to show we're friends."

Sandra sighed. She didn't think she was going to get rid of Will unless she had a beer with him. She didn't really like beer but it was the only way. She reached out and took a can.

"That's better," he said.

She felt a strange tingling sensation as his fingertips brushed across hers as she got the beer. Again, she couldn't deny that her stepfather was a very sexy man.

She sipped the beer slowly and she felt the alcohol spreading through her. She had to admit that it was kind of nice being here with her stepfather. She sipped again and she was beginning to feel good about it. Maybe she could get to be friends with Will.

"How did you meet my mother?" Sandra asked. "You've never told me that."

"At a bar one night." Will answered. "She was with another fellow but he was a real nothing. She dropped him and went out with me. We went straight to a motel and fucked all night long."

She looked at Will in shock. She wasn't sure that she had heard what he said. But there was no mistaking the lewd gleam in his eyes.

"I think you'd better go now," she said.

"What's the matter, sugar?" he asked. "Don't you like hearing about me and your mother fucking? We do it all the time. Your mother loves to spread her legs. She'll do it anytime and in any position."

"Stop talking like that," she said.

"I bet you're just like her," Will said. "I bet you just can't wait to get your panties down."

"I'm leaving," she said.

Sandra tried to get up but Will grabbed her and pulled her back on the bed. At that moment she saw something in his eyes that she didn't like. She had the feeling that she knew what was going to happen next.

"You should be a lot friendlier to me," Will complained. "I'm friendly with you."

"I'm friendly," she replied.

"Not friendly enough," he said. "Why don't you show me just how friendly you can really be?"

"My mother will kill you."

"Your mother's not going to do anything," Will said. "She's too hot for my cock to do anything."

It was scary the way he was looking at her and she had the sudden feeling that he was telling the truth. Her mother looked on her stepfather as if he was some kind of gad. She would not object to anything he wanted to do.

She tried to escape him again but he would not let her go. He wrapped his brawny arms around her waist and jerked her close to him. She was close enough to smell the beer on his breath.

"Please don't do this," she said.

He only laughed at her. His lips felt hot and hard. He pushed his tongue against her mouth but she refused to open her lips. He kept rubbing his tongue against her mouth but she kept her mouth shut tight.

"You little bitch," he said. "I'm going to teach you to keep your mouth shut, I'm going to teach you to play games with me."

He shoved her back on the bed and he slapped her face. She gasped in sudden pain and surprise. He put his hand around her throat and squeezed until she was gasping for breath.

"You'd better be good to me, bitch," he said.

She nodded. She was really scared of him now. She didn't try to escape when he released her.

"Don't fight it so hard, sugar," he said. "You're going to love it!"

He kissed her and she opened her mouth. His tongue seemed long and slimy as it pushed to the back of her throat. She wiggled her tongue against his as he drew it back. She didn't enjoy the taste of his tongue but now she wanted to please him.

"That's better, baby," he said. "I'm sure you're going to learn real fast!"

He kissed her again and this time his thick tongue explored the inside of her mouth. His hand moved up and cupped one luscious titty. Nobody had ever touched her there before and Sandra was surprised how hot and achy both her titties suddenly seemed. Her nipples stiffened against the material of her halter top.

"That's a lot better, baby," sill said. "Hard little titties. I've got them all hard and hot. I knew you were going to be as hot blooded as your mother."

Both of his hands stroked her titties. She tried to fight it but there was a rush of hot excitement such as she'd never known before. Her entire body seemed to be tingling. She closed her thighs together tightly but that didn't stop the feeling. Suddenly, she felt both his hands stroking her tits.