Jeannie comes to stay the summer with Dad. Will their usual flirting and banter change now that she has a knockout new body, not to mention a new seductive attitude. So who will do the seducing and who will resist? As always, feel free to email me with comments and give me some love at the end of the story!
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Jeannie Chapter 1
The speedometer hit eighty on my new fire truck red F-250 and the spring scenery whizzed by, but I was not sightseeing, I was going home.
I had spent all my summers with my Dad since my parent's divorce nearly ten years ago, but last summer I had to stay and help my bonus Dad at his construction business. They were in a bind and since he married my Mom, he has treated me like his own daughter. But I have this summer off, a brand new truck, and am driving the three hour drive by myself for the first time.
I was so anxious to see my Dad. I missed him terribly last summer and it has been nearly two years since I've seen him. He also owns a construction company and I know he hoped I would work with him. Because I spent the school year with them, it was an easy transition into bonus Dad's company.
I would be looking for a new address this time. Dad had built and moved into his new house. I can't say I will miss the old place.
I was a chubby kid, a loner, and not interested in fitting in. I was ten when they divorced and my weight slowly crept up until Mom suggested a dance exercise class when I was sixteen. It was more dance than exercise and I was hooked. The weight came off and I toned up and got more active. Right around then Mom married bonus Dad who had money and a family membership to the country club. I learned to play tennis, then golf, and played one or the other nearly every day. And I still loved to dance.
As soon as I pulled in the driveway Daddy was out the door and coming down the sidewalk. I ran into his arms and felt that old protected feeling you can only get from your Dad. I did not want to let him go and he held me tight.
"I've missed you so much, Jeannie," he said against my neck and I nodded and sniffed. "Come on, you're going to get the neighbors talking about my new young chick."
I clamped a hand on his very toned ass and said, "Let's see what they say now!"
He reached over the bed of the pickup to retrieve my suitcase and wiggled his ass at me. I laughed. We were back to our usual teasing and fun. Mom always said Daddy and I got carried away, she should see this now, I thought, laughing to myself.
"The house is beautiful, Daddy. So modern."
"It is. I've always liked modern style. The clean lines. It was easy to design because it had been in the back of my mind for a long time."
He pulled the oversize polished metal door open and I stepped into the entry, which soared both floors. Stainless cable wove up the stairs and the second-floor overlook. Light poured in from the back of the house and hit the hundreds of tiny colored prisms of the entry light.
"An elevator?" I said when I noticed the door on the opposite side.
"Try hauling furniture up those stairs!"
"Point made there."
"Besides, I plan on growing old in this house and when the knees give out, I'll ride."
"You'll be riding a Harley by then!" He snorted.
"Let me show you your room and we can tour the house later." He loaded my two suitcases into the elevator and up we went.
I looked down over the cable rail I saw from below. "That light is stunning. I can't wait to see it lit."
"Thanks, I designed that too. No crystal chandeliers for me and that was about all they had for the size I needed."
"I'm impressed."
"Hey baby, I"m impressed with you," he said, looking me up and down. "You look fantastic. So fit and healthy."
"Thanks, Daddy," said bathing in his compliment. "Now I'll really be able to whip your butt at someone on one!"
"Bring it on! A pad and the hoop await around back," he said, laughing.
He opened the door to a room that actually sucked the breath out of me. One whole wall was glass and looked out over a large lake we used to fish and boat on. The colors in the fall would be incredible, I thought. That's the view I would see when I woke in the morning from my king-size bed.
"Wowwwwwww." That was all I could say.
I ran my hand over the fur spread on the bed and handwoven pillows to match. All the warm texture everywhere kept the modern space from being cool and austere. A panel of thick nubby drapes dropped from ceiling to floor in the corner. An overstuffed chair and table created a reading corner.
"If you need anything, just let me know," he said, leading me into a room as big as my bedroom.
"Mmmm, I'm going to have to check my contacts to see who to invite to shower with me. Or how many, I mean." I looked in the oversize glass-walled shower. It had jets on three sides and a variety of shower heads in the ceiling.
"Guess you better not see mine then," he said laughing.
"Seriously, it's really gorgeous Daddy," I said trailing my fingers along the cool stone counter.
"Not as gorgeous as you, Jeannie. I just can't get over it. I'm not sure I'd recognize you on the street!"
"Daddy, I still haven't lost my European tits and ass!" I said, slapping my butt. "Straight from ze old country thanks to Grandma."
He laughed. "I'm the only one get to slap that sexy ass," he said walking out. "Get dressed and come down to the kitchen, if you don't get lost, I'll make us sandwiches," he hollered back.
"Very funny!" I said, but thinking I could very well get lost in this house.
I took a quick shower and tried to tuck in the damp curls that came loose from the pins, but gave up. I learned a long time ago, when you have curly hair, like a dominatrix, it rules you.
I took a t-shirt and shorts out of my suitcase deciding to stow my clothes later. "If I don't get lost in the closet," I muttered to myself and chuckled.
I descended the staircase and had a flash of coming down the winding steps in a beautiful filmy gown that trailed down each step behind me. Where that came from I don't know because I was Webster's definition of a tomboy. Always was always will be.
"I followed the scent of bologna," I said walking into a kitchen that a chef would be orgasmic over. "Nice, Daddy, nice," I said looking around.
I sat at the counter with my arms folded in front of me and my tits resting on them. A nasty habit I acquired that was usually done in private when Mom and bonus Dad was gone, or most certainly not in the kitchen. They both claimed hives from anything remotely related to cooking. Not wearing a bra was another habit to break. But it was too late now. I was not going to run back upstairs just to put a bra on. Fuck it. A boob is a boob is a boob.
"Bottle of soda?" he asked, sliding the cold bottle on the side of my neck. I jumped and a shiver ran through me.
"You'll get yours, buddy!" I leaned back in the chair and noticed that the cold shock made my nipples poke out the thin cotton t-shirt like two pencil erasers, and I looked up to see Daddy looking.
I was used to male attention for my thirty-six D's. I did inherit them from Grandma and she warned me that my tits would be my life. She was surely right. She also still rocked her tits and ass, but to be fair, we are a young family. My Dad was twenty when I was born, and his Mama had him when she was eighteen. So she was currently fifty-eight. I knew I'd be seeing her soon.
"Daddy, you know you're in pretty good shape yourself! No Dad bod for you."
"I started swimming every day and get in a round of golf or two. Nothing too strenuous for me," he said laughing.
"Glad I brought my clubs then."
"You're golfing? That's great baby, we will definitely get out."
