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Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, came the piercing cry
resounding down the hallway of the Stevens home.

"What happened to my AOL?" demanded Lindsey
as she stormed toward the bathroom where her
stepfather was shaving around his Van Dyke beard.

Turning to face the sixteen year old,
Dean couldn't help but notice the way her dark
henna hair spun out in long tendrils as she cocked
her head with disdain.

"It's been cut off until you can get your grades
back on track and start showing some respect for
not only your Mom and I but yourself as well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lindsey shot
back, grasping for a Malboro Gold cigarette from
the pack in the pocket of her silken peach bathrobe.

"Well, that's a part of it right there, your smoking
when we've both told you to not do it in the house;
if you absolutely had to smoke at all."

"Fuck that, I'm old enough to do what I want and
Mom never had a problem with it until you made
a big deal out of it!", challenged Lindsey.

"Your Mom also found your MySpace page and
the pictures of yourself you'd posted up there."

"Flashing your tits and showing your crotch for
every swinging dick with a pc must be a real
important part of your growing up process I guess?"
Dean asked, wiping the shaving cream from his
face as he moved toward Lindsey.

"We also read your blogs on there and I have
to say for someone your age you seem to have
quite the grasp on what men and women both
look for in a young girl these days."

"That's bullshit, I was just having some fun, it's
not meant to be serious and besides it's just
a game we all play online for something to do,"
Lindsey sputtered with an edge of embarrasment
slipping into her tone.

Dean gripped Lindsey by her shoulders, her robe
falling open to reveal her puffy breasts, their barely ripe
bubble gum pink hued nipples taut and thrusting up from
the center as the silk brushed against them.

Pressing her up against the bathroom wall, Dean leveled
his gaze directly at Lindsey. There was no mistaking his
hostility at being challenged nor his demand for being
given the respect he felt was due him.

"You want to play like you're all grown up, then so be it.
Just like they say, education begins right in the home and
I'm ready to take you to school little missy," Dean hissed.

Lindsey could smell the minty Scope mouthwash on her
stepfather's breath as he spoke those words, his lips
brushing over hers, he was so close in her face.
His fingertips dug into her shoulders through the robe,
her back pinned firmly against the wall, the robe having
fallen open to expose her nakedness to Dean.

Sticking out his tongue, Dean took a long slow swipe at
his stepdaughter's slender throat.
He could still taste the Jessica Simpson Creamsicle Dessert
perfume infused within her skin from the last time she'd
worn it to school.

He began to nibble at her throat, his teeth pulling the
soft flesh between them as he reached between her
thighs and felt the warmth of her having just come from
her bed.  His finger finding the hood concealing her already
swelling clit and lifting the tender skin up to expose the
heated button.

"Fuck, I could hardly wait for Mom to leave this time,
I love it when you force it from me and make me your
dirty little girl," Lindsey moaned as she pressed her lips
against her stepfather's.

"Do me real nasty this time Daddy, I want to give you
everything you want," she whispered licking his earlobe as
she pressed her breasts against his firm hairy chest.

Dean continued using his finger to swirl over the point of
Lindsey's enflamed clit.  Slow circles drawn with just the
fingertip and applying a very light pressure to keep her
always wanting more.
He was keenly aware that this lanquid but consistent
torment would have the young girl craving release and
bring out her most primal of needs in order to obtain it.

He loved watching her face flush and contort as she'd bite
down hard on her lower lip just as she began to cum. 
Those tiny mewling sounds that came from her chest when it
hit her hard and her hips thrust upward to meet him when he
felt his prick bathed in her sweet young juices.

The beauty of that faint red tinge of the sex rash which
would spread just above her breasts when she became
so hot her skin would actually pass the raw heat into his
fingers or chest.

"I think that little kitty between your legs is starting to
purr just right," he uttered into her chest as he leaned
down to take a plump nipple between his warm lips.

"You make it more than just purr Daddy, I love the
way you spin me up and make me do all those nasty
things when we play like this," Lindsey groaned.

"Go sit on the sink sweetie, spread your legs nice and
wide and show Daddy that pretty little pussy of yours."

"Hold yourself open and I'll kneel down and give it a good
washing up with a warm wet tongue!!!"

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