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"Pumpkin?" Liam asked his daughter Lucy. "You know I've had a bonus at work, and I'm just so happy, and, uh well, I thought you deserved this," he smiled happily while he put an envelope into her hands.
Lucy opened it and saw a fifty-dollar bill inside.
"Thank you, Dad!" she exclaimed cheerfully. She saw his sheepish smile when she unintentionally touched her necklace. It had become a tick whenever she felt a little nervous. She knew her father didn't easily spend money.
"You're welcome," Liam smiled faintly. The gold necklace she wore wasn't even hers to have; it belonged to one of Keith's lovers. Liam felt his anger rise in his veins--Keith should have given the necklace back to that lady. He'd have to talk to Keith about these things.
"Things will change though," Liam continued enthusiastically, "Keith has been asked to go to Canada for work and a meeting, and he may have to work full-time there in the future."
Liam's anger quickly vanished. Keith had made it big time, and it'd mean good news for him too.
Lucy already knew about Keith's trip, he had texted her about it yesterday. In a weird way, she felt proud of him.
"Anyway, Keith wanted you to housesit his place. He already gave me a spare key, in case you'd be interested." He extended his hand and gave Lucy the keys to Keith's house.
"What? Why?" Lucy asked in surprise.
"He'll be away from home for some time, and would like you to be there. To water his plants and check the mail and such. It'd be safer too, you know, regarding burglars and such, even against car thieves, because I'll be bringing him to the airport. Are you afraid to be alone? You don't have to d--"
"I'm not afraid," Lucy cut her father off. Having his house all to herself sounded great, and Keith wouldn't even be in the same country.
"I guess I could do it," she said indifferently. "But I won't do it for free though."
"You can ask for money, I'm sure Keith will pay you. It's hard to find people you can trust enough for this job," Liam laughed excitedly, proud of her for not saying yes before she thought it through.
****
Lucy stayed close to her father when they visited Keith, just hours before he'd leave for Canada. Keith had made insinuations about a goodbye-fuck, but she wasn't interested. She gazed around in the spacious living room.
"This is all yours for the next two weeks," Keith chuckled when he saw Lucy looking around. Maybe she just did it to fool her father into believing she had never been here before.
"There's even a hammock outside, you see that, Lucy?" Liam asked.
"Feel free to use it," Keith said, patting Liam on the shoulder. "Meanwhile I'll show Lucy where all the stuff is she might need."
Liam did, staring at the bright blue sky, enjoying the early sun of the day, while Lucy and Keith went upstairs. He hoped Lucy would ask Keith about the money, but if she didn't, he would. He pondered on how to do that.
"Lucy, you already know where everything is, no?" Keith asked sincerely, cupping her ass in his hand as she walked in front of her.
"I do," Lucy spoke while she fastened her pace.
"I wish you could come with me," Keith sighed, feeling his cock swell by touching her.
Lucy just nodded.
"It's possible though... I'd pay for your hotel room. Your father would be delighted," Keith heaved.
He'd finally have her all to himself, not just for one night either, but for many weeks. He would fuck her all evening, and on the weekends they wouldn't even leave their bed. It was his prerogative after all the times she had refused him inside her, and after all her merciless cock-teasing. That sexy ass alone, dressed in tight pants, how was he not to notice?
"I'd be bored out of my mind alone in the hotel all day," Lucy answered. She had no idea where they were going until she realized she'd entered Keith's bedroom with him.
Keith rubbed his head as though the whole idea gave him a headache. He had to stay in Canada for a few weeks, but it'd feel like a few months without Lucy around. He knew he had become too attached to his friend's daughter, but failed to see the wrong in that. She was his now.
Lucy's heart beat erratically when Keith pushed her gently against the wall, next to the bed.
"We don't have much time, sweetheart, but I know how much you've missed this" Keith panted, lowering his zipper.
Lucy panicked, while flashbacks of their first fuck flashed through her mind: her father being downstairs while Keith quietly fucked her against her bedroom wall.
"No, I haven't, I--"
"Hush," Keith's heavy voice cut her off, starting to touch her breasts. "I understand girls your age are busy with studying and girlfriends, so I'm not angry. I just missed you so much. Do I not have your love as well?" he asked, panting in her ear. She had this effect on him every time he touched her.
Both Lucy's legs and hands trembled with emotion, and suddenly she felt cold and clammy, except for the hot breath of Keith in her neck.
"You're doing so well in school, too. You're such a smart girl, sweetie. I'm proud of you!" he whispered, raising her head.
The carnal lust in her eyes for him was clear. It made his cock throb to its full size.
"Good girls in school make good housewives!" he grunted while he lowered his pants.
Lucy saw his erection jumping out of its confinement, already very hard, the veins pumped full with blood, his cockhead colored red and purple with need. She didn't think any of his previous lovers had ever come as close to knowing his insatiable lust as she.
Lucy felt alone and abandoned by her father. She even felt anger toward him. But Keith's words confused her greatly. Her father was always so busy with work, but Keith seemed to have a genuine interest in her studies and even friends. Maybe she had misjudged him, but... she wasn't in love with him. He was simply too old. Again, he wanted to have sex with her. She looked aside with a shocked expression on her face as she saw her father relaxing in the hammock outside.
She gave a cry, confused as arms wrapped around her.
"Shh, it'll only be a minute. That's how long a red blooded-man can last in that tight pussy of yours," Keith hushed her up. The prospect of sinking his hard cock inside that adorable, little peach of hers wasn't something he wanted to postpone.
"He'll see, you idiot!" Lucy nearly yelled when Keith lowered her pants and panties.
"He doesn't care about you, Lucy!" Keith replied harshly, lifting her chin. "When will you finally realize that the only one that has ever cared about you, is me? Yes, I'm addicted to your body, but any man would be, and I don't think you want to be single for the rest of your life, do you? Besides, this is what girls your age do. They fuck."
"My dad does care about me," Lucy cried, pressing her legs together, causing Keith's penis to bump into her belly.
"Your mother left you, didn't she?" Keith panted in frustration, pushing her legs open. "And stay open," he spat angrily, tired of her fighting, "or else I'll throw you onto the bed!"
"She left Dad!" Lucy cried out when Keith's hand roughly kneaded the soft flesh of her cheeks.
"That's what your father told you to protect you, Lucy," Keith mumbled lowly, not wanting to upset her by getting angry. "But don't worry about anything, I'm going to take good care of you. Forget your past, sweetie. I'm running the show from here on. We'll have a bright future together, you and I."
Lucy buried her head into Keith's shoulder, suppressing a moan when Keith entered her in one hard thrust, impatient as ever. Keith grunted, feeling more in love with her than ever before. To have access to a young pussy this easily, a girl this naive and gullible. He would never find a better partner.
"Your father never gives you shit. The necklace I gave you is more than what your own father's ever given you. The only thing he ever gives you is the clothes you wear." Keith wanted to be silent and fuck her. But this was too important.
With every thrust, she held tighter onto him, and when he grabbed her ass she held tightly onto his neck, crossing her legs around his pumping body.
She didn't want him to see her emotional state, but couldn't stop her tears, and soon her sniffing next to his ear became louder.
"Ssshh, that's it, let it all out. I'm here for you, darling," Keith whimpered due to her greed, pressing her body onto his cock.
She started to groan with pleasure, but it came out more of an eager whimper that sent a rush of heat to her face. She dried her eyes with her palm, she wanted to forget and move on, just as Keith had advised her.
Keith, meanwhile, wanted to have her long-term and win her heart. For her to trust him and submit to him. To be his loving wife, and to give him as many kids as he desired.
"Such a good girl," he praised her, "you shouldn't hide your face in books or an office. You're much too good for that Lucy, you hear?" he asked.
"Yes," Lucy whispered, not understanding.
"You're a woman that deserves to have children, just as beautiful and sweet as you are. I'm going to give them to you, sweetheart," Keith whispered, soothing her with his voice. "You'll be such a wonderful mother one day, sweetheart, I just know it! A good mother to my kids, yess..." Keith panted. It was hard for him to connect the words, constantly distracted by her warm, juicy pussy and his throbbing penis. "Hmm, Lucy!" Keith panted happily, "I'm going to buy you lots of presents when I'm abroad. You'll be on my mind all the time!"
It was the only thing he could do. That, and call her. He kissed her long, blonde hair with as much affection as he could muster, almost in a fatherly manner, and inhaled deeply. He was going to miss the sweet girl so much, and with romance and love still so unknown to him, the pain his pondering gave him, stunned him.
"M-my dad, he is--he's going inside the house," Lucy stammered, both from her trembling body and Keith's impatient thrusts, seeing her father getting out of the hammock.
