*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes I need an Editor and no. No. I do not want an Editor. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck.
For those of you that have not hit the Backspace key, I hope you enjoy this rather dark little tale.
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Natasha 'Tasha' Magdalene Iechenbach bent over to put her dish into the bottom rack of the dishwasher, just as her father, Rudolph Iechenbach, walked into the kitchen.
It was already a hot day, even though it was only nine am in early May. The humidity had already climbed to eighty five percent and would be sure to climb even higher. Tasha was dressed for the brutal heat, dressed in khaki shorts and white tank top. Rudolph froze at the sight of Tasha's legs and cute bottom sticking out of the bottom of the too short shorts.
The eighteen year old girl straightened up and flung her waist length ash blonde hair back. Then she reached back and dug her shorts out of the crack of her buttocks.
She turned and saw her father standing there. For a long moment, she regarded him with her light brown, almost golden eyes, then she left the room.
"When did she become...?" Rudolph asked himself, but would not allow himself to finish the thought as she reached for a coffee mug.
It seemed as if it was only yesterday that his daughter, his only child had been a pudgy, pimple faced brat.
"Save me some," Donna, his wife shrilled, cutting into Rudolph's thoughts like fingernails on a chalk board,
"Want some extra arsenic go with that, miserable God damned bitch?" Rudolph thought as he tested the weight of the coffee carafe and determined that there was just enough for them to each have one cup.
He fixed his mug, then watched as she hefted not one, but three teaspoons of sugar into the mug.
"Donna, really? Diabetic already, aren't you?" he asked as he wedged himself into his chair.
He frowned as his chair groaned under his weight.
"But I don't like that artificial sweetener stuff; stuff gives me a headache," Donna claimed.
"Then drink it black, or don't drink it at all, and turn off the coffee pot," he said.
Donna's chair groaned as she plopped her immense bulk down. For several long moments, husband and wife drank their coffee in silence.
Rudolph imagined coming into the kitchen and seeing his daughter bent over at the dishwasher.
"Shorts are a little too short there, Tasha," Rudolph would comment.
"I wore them for you, Daddy," Tasha would reply, seductive smile playing across her lips.
When had her lips become so dark against the pale skin of her face?
"Do you like them?" Tasha would ask as she dug them out of the crack of her ass.
She would then unzip them as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, displaying her perfect teeth, the teeth Rudolph had paid Dr. Straughter nearly two thousand dollars, even with excellent insurance to straighten.
"Or should I take them off?" Tasha would whisper.
She would then drop them to the floor, her too short and too tight tank top would ride up and expose her flat belly and little nick of a belly button.
She would be going commando and Rudolph would see that she shaved her pussy bald. And he would see that her inner pussy lips were poking out, dark, like the lips on her face, and wet with excitement.
Then Tasha would pull the too short and too tight tank top up and off, exposing her incredible chest. Her two massive globes of flesh would bounce and jiggle when she pulled the top off, and Rudolph would see that her nipples were large dark nubs on her chest. They would be crinkled, hard with her excitement.
"You cutting the grass today? Think it's supposed to rain later; don't be putting it off," Donna's screeching voice cut into his thoughts and Rudolph's erection wilted.
"I'm going, I'm going; just let me finish my cup of coffee huh?" Rudolph snarled. "Can I finish my cup of coffee?"
"Finish it then," Donna snarled right back. "I'm just asking."
Rudolph put on his grubby yard-working clothes and waddled outside. He watched, his ire rising, as Tasha's boyfriend, Dwight Doucet pulled up in his 2010 red Camaro. Then Tasha got into the dolt's car and they roared away.
Rudolph was sweating and groaning miserably as he finally finished mowing the grass. Just as he was cleaning the undercarriage of the mower, the rain came, cooling the air somewhat. Rudolph actually smiled as he let the rain pour on him, cooling his overheated flesh.
Dwight would have tried something foolish, like grabbing Tasha's breasts and she would demand that he bring her home. With much grumbling, Dwight would do so. In front of the house, Tasha would scream that she never ever wanted to see him again.
Rudolph would stand behind her, muscled arms and chest threatening to rip the too tight tee shirt he was wearing. Dwight would take one look at Tasha's father's face and would think better of challenging Rudolph.
Then Tasha would hug her handsome, muscular father, cry into his chest, then kiss him for 'being the greatest Daddy ever.'
Father and daughter would do yard work together and then, as they were cleaning their tools, the rain would come.
Tasha would be working in a snug tee shirt, and not wearing her bra underneath that tee shirt. The rain would soak her, and her monumental breasts would be clearly visible. Her dark nipples would become hard with her excitement.
Then they'd go into the tool shed, to get out of the rain, out of sight of her mother.
"You going stand out there in that rain?" Donna's voice cut into his fantasy.
"Feels good; I was pretty sweaty," Rudolph admitted.
But he did finish his chores and put everything into the tool shed. He winced as the rusted door almost refused to slide shut.
He slipped out of his grubby tennis shoes and drenched socks, then waddled through the utility room into the hall bathroom.
"Don't put them wet things in the hamper," Donna yelled through the door.
"Wasn't going to," Rudolph lied.
"Just put them on the floor; I'll get them later," Donna said.
He did peer into the hamper and found one of Tasha's bras. He knew it was Tasha's bra; Donna wore a size 48C, wore industrial white bras. This was a satiny baby blue bra.
Rudolph checked the size on the small tag and groaned. His baby girl was a 34DD.
And underneath that bra was a baby blue thong.
He fished it out.
"You taking a shower or what?" Donna screeched through the door, just as Rudolph was preparing to sniff the white cotton gusset of the scrap of cloth.
"Yeah," Rudolph yelled back, dropping the skimpy garment into the hamper again.
"I told you, don't put them wet things in the hamper," Donna screeched when he let the lid of the hamper slam shut.
"I'm not, I'm not," he yelled back.
"Miserable God damned bitch," he muttered under his breath as he started the shower.
After his shower, Rudolph was passing Tasha's room. The door was open and he glanced in.
There, on her bed, was the Russian doll her grandfather had given to her. The doll's porcelain face looked very much like Natasha had looked as a child. The body of the doll was even chubby as Natasha had been.
Walden doted on his granddaughter, his only grandchild.
Rudolph and Donna had tried for more children, but for whatever reason, Donna had been unable to conceive, so the three Iechenbach adults doted on, spoiled the little girl.
And she was an intelligent girl. She had much potential, but for whatever reason, she just would not apply herself.
Rudolph would try to discipline her, to put his foot down. But Donna would come right behind him and undermine his efforts. Tasha would cry and Donna would give in, give the child whatever she demanded.
There were pictures, framed photographs around the girl's bedroom. Rudolph did not notice, but all the photographs were of Tasha. He did notice the varying degrees of her development, of her beauty.
There was a photograph of a fat little girl in a bikini. There was a photograph of a pudgy little girl in a ballerina's outfit. There was a photograph of a rotund child on the back of a large horse.
There was a more recent photograph of a stunning young woman in a black bikini. Rudolph squinted at the photograph. He could feel his excitement tenting the towel he had wrapped around his waist.
The bikini was black, which looked stunning contrasted with her pale skin, her white-blonde hair. The top was a strapless top and her large, juicy breasts looked ready to pop out, burst the top open.
"Daddy, what are you doing in my room?" Tasha would ask, wrapped in her own towel, skin still damp from her shower.
"Just looking; you're very beautiful in this bikini," Rudolph would say.
"Thank you," she would giggle, simper.
Then her eyes would glance at his nine inch erection tenting the front of his towel.
"Daddy!" she would gasp, beautiful golden eyes staring at the large cock's outline.
"Oh there you are," Donna said and Rudolph's four inch erection wilted immediately.
"Uh huh," Rudolph agreed.
"Having the leftover meatloaf for dinner; that all right?" Donna asked.
"Uh, what? How about lunch?" Rudolph demanded, leaving Tasha's bedroom.
"That's what I mean, dinner, lunch, same thing," Donna said.
Rudolph wedged himself into a pair of denim shorts and his U.L.D. Storm tee shirt, then joined Donna in the kitchen for lunch.
Tasha came home just before supper, Ally Choo in tow. Ally was first generation Asian-American and had been Tasha's best friend since the first day of high school at Elgee High School.
The girls disappeared into Tasha's room and did not reappear until supper was announced. They both wolfed down the meal, then scampered away again.
