Consenting Step Daughter

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CHAPTER ONE

“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 in 18 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.

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