(Never really thought I'd do a FD story, let alone it is my first on here. I hope it's good.)
Joli woke up with a satisfied yawn. She stretched, a grin on her face. Getting out of bed, she strutted over to look at herself in the mirror. Hot was the word that first came to mind when looking at her. She looked just like Alex Mauriello at 25, which happened to be Joli's age. Joli smiled at herself in the mirror, hands on her hips as she flaunts herself to herself.
'Girl, you are so sexy,' she mused in her mind.
She put on her sports bra and panties before exiting her room. She entered the kitchen and made herself some breakfast. The kitchen was rather large, but she lived in a rather large house. Her parents both had careers, her mother is a police officer and her father comes from money, being in a family in the business of pharmaceuticals. So Joli enjoyed the life of considerable wealth and privilege she led. And as a beautiful young woman, she was able to enjoy this considerably. She'd had vacations with her friends and had been to several parties/hosted some at the house.
"Morning, kitten," a voice said.
Joli turned and smiled widely. She didn't hear him come in, but was pleased to see him. Her father came up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. It was like a spark going through her. She didn't know exactly why, but she loved it.
"Morning, Daddy," she giggled.
She noticed his eyes glance her over, she couldn't help but grin at this. But his eyes then focused on something else.
"Hungry?" He asked.
"Ravenous," she answered, a chuckle in her voice.
He smiled at that. He went to the fridge.
"What are you hungry for?" He asked.
"Something fruity," she said, a wily grin on her face.
"Coming right up," he replied.
He started slicing some citrus fruits and bananas.
"Really Taylor?" Someone asked.
Joli rolled her eyes as she turned around.
"Hey Mom," Joli grumbled.
The woman didn't acknowledge her daughter. Taylor turned to his wife with a disapproving look.
"Emily, I'm just making breakfast for her," he said.
"And you wonder why I say she's spoiled: you're doing everything for her," she replied.
Joli rolled her eyes at this.
"I just thought it would be a nice thing to do," Taylor explained.
Emily crossed her arms, giving her husband an unmoving look. Taylor sighed and shook his head.
"I will finish this for her and then she will make her breakfast from now on. Sound good?" He asked.
Emily shook her head, sighing in acceptance at this, then walked off. Joli turned to her dad, giving a pouty face. Taylor smiled at her.
"Don't worry, this won't be the last time, kitten," he replied.
Joli giggled at this, a big smile on her face, as she playfully bounced up and down on her seat. Taylor's eyes widened for a moment at this, but they relaxed before going back to fixing her breakfast. Joli smirked at this. She loved teasing him, toying with him. And she loved to annoy her mom by doing this. But this was just from the usual rebellious matter. Joli was envious of her mother. Though Joli, as she put it, was much hotter than her mother...she still got to sleep with Taylor.
This was more than the 'crush' matter. Something about Taylor drew Joli in, made her wet and wanting. She masturbated about it every night. Whenever they were asleep, Joli fingered herself to her fantasy of fucking him, of seducing him with her irresistible charms and taking him fully in her until they were both too exhausted to fuck anymore. She wanted to feel every inch of his throbbing dick inside her tight pussy, to ride it so hard that he felt she was gonna tear it off. She smirked at this every time she masturbated.
"Ready kitten," Taylor said, his voice brings her back to the present.
On a bowl was one of Joli's favorite breakfast meals: Strawberry Banana Crepes.
"Thank you, Daddy," she purred, an idea coming to mind.
She picked up one of the strawberries and put it in her mouth, sucking and eating it in a seductive tone. The juices slowly dribbled down her chin as she smirked.
"Delicious," she chuckled.
Taylor's eyes went wide again, rubbing the back of his neck.
"E-Enjoy, baby," he said, then walked off.
Joli chuckled before continuing to eat.
'God, he is SO hot. He doesn't look any different than when he had me,' Joli mused in her mind.
She attributed this to good genes. And it wasn't to say older people looked bad. There were older women she admired and knew were more beautiful than some younger women. But still, she looked at pictures of him when she was born and he looked exactly the same. It made her wonder. But for now she enjoyed the rest of their breakfast.
Afterwards, she drove into town and went to one of the local coffee shops. She ordered her drink then sat down to drink and looked at her phone. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a young man smiling at her. She smiled back, winking at him. He walked over and sat down at her table.
"You're Taylor Rucker's daughter, right?" The man asked, a smile on his face.
Joli smirked.
"Right. And you are?" She chuckled.
"An old friend of his. I haven't seen him in years though...but I have been needing to see him. Got some news about some friends of ours we haven't seen or heard from in a while," the man continued.
"Ok, I'll let him know," Joli said.
She got out her phone and texted her Dad:
Hey Daddy! Some guy at the coffee shop says he's an old friend of yours. Wants to tell you about some old friends of yours.
He replied:
Who is he?
"Who are you?" Joli asked.
"Tell him that I still remember him biting through his lip on his first night," the man answered.
She gave him a confused look but she typed what he said. Taylor replied:
Tell him I'll be waiting at home.
"He said he'll be waiting for you at home," Joli explained.
"Thank you," he said.
As he got up, Joli noticed a ring with some kind of gemstone in it.
"Nice ring," she said.
"Oh, thank you. It was a gift," he replied.
Then, something popped into her mind.
"He has that same kind of ring," she said.
"His was a gift also," he explained.
He pushed his seat in. He gently took her hand.
"It was a pleasure meeting you," he said before kissing her hand.
That same kinda jolt she got from her dad kissing her rang out through her. Joli smiled wide.
"Of course it was," she chuckled.
The man grinned at this then left. As he walked outside, Joli noticed a group of men across the street looking at the stranger. They didn't gaze at him in a friendly way. One looked her way, but Joli had already gone back to her drinks and her phone. He looked back at the men he was with and they all went in the same direction the stranger went.
Later she returned home. Taylor was in the living room as was Emily. They were arguing.
"Who was that man?!" Emily demanded.
"A friend I haven't seen in years," Taylor replied.
"I don't like him. Something about him doesn't feel right," she said.
"He just came by to catch up. He's a good guy," he said.
"I'm telling you something just isn't right about him. When I walked in as he left, I got a bad feeling from him," she said.
"Emily," he said, walking up to her.
He put his hands on either side of her face.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Joli rolled her eyes at this. Emily pushed his hands aside.
"Nothing that concerns you," she grumbled.
She started to walk away.
"Emily! What's wrong?!" Taylor asked.
She didn't respond as she left the room. She stopped when she saw Joli.
"Where have you been?" She demanded.
"Out...having fun," Joli said.
Emily rolled her eyes. Then she saw the low cut shirt Joli was wearing, distinguishing her large breasts.
"And why are you wearing that?" Emily grumbled.
Joli sneered at her.
"Because if you've got it, flaunt it," Joli scoffed.
Emily was of a more...'restricted' background. She was taught and believes in 'decent and humble' dressing for women. That women shouldn't brag about their looks no matter how gorgeous they might be.
"Looks don't last, Joli," Emily said.
"I can do what I want. You can dress how you want, that's fine. But I love my body and I love showing it off," Joli replied.
Emily had tried to instill this in her daughter, but Joli's rebellious nature had her become the exact opposite of her mother.
Emily frowned and shook her head. She let out a frustrated grunt.
"Where are you going?" Taylor asked.
"To my family," Emily answered.
Taylor sighed and Joli rolled her eyes. Emily's family wasn't exactly the most open and welcoming group. They disapproved of Joli's behavior and chided Taylor for his career as a painter. They had this private hunting club. They had trophies of different animals. Their most prized ones were of predators: bears, mountain lions, etc. They bragged about being 'the top of the food chain'. Joli was creeped out by it and Taylor just didn't talk about it.
"Why?" Taylor asked.
"Because they're the ones who understand," Emily answered.
"Understand what? Emily, tell me," Taylor implored.
Emily pinched the bridge of her nose.
"There are...things...that my family and I have been dealing with ok...for a long time...and they set an example...and I've followed that...but my family, here, can't seem to grasp the importance of that legacy," Emily said.
"They look down on daddy and me, just because we're living how we want to," Joli replied.
"You're falling into hedonism," Emily argued.
"I love being a hedonist. I love life, I love living it and embracing every single one of my desires, and urges," Joli scoffed.
"Girls-" Taylor started to say.
"You have no sense of responsibility! No work ethic!" Emily stated.
