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Editor's Note: Chapter designation was added after the contest to allow author to continue story.
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Jack is a forty-nine-year-old married man. His wife, Beth, is a knockout with the help of a myriad amount of plastic surgeries. She was a beautiful woman when he met her ten years ago but aging has not been highly accepted by her. Thankfully he is a multi-million dollar selling real estate agent who brings in more than enough money to satisfy her low self-esteem needs; tummy tuck, liposuction on every area possible, an ass lift, and a great new pair of tits that makes it feel like Christmas every time Jack opens her blouse.
Beth started having body image issues when her daughter, Brittany, hit puberty and started transforming into a young woman. When nineteen-year-old Brittany left for college this past fall, she was cute but carried herself in a pristine way. She was the little virgin who was saving herself for that special someone. Boys noticed her but didn't bother trying anything with her for fear that she was picky and would turn them away. Then, college dorm life happened.
When Jack, Beth, and Beth's son, Bradley arrived to pick her up for the summer, they couldn't believe what they saw. Brittany went from Sunday best to straight-up slutty. Her hair had gone from mid-length, wavy light brown to straight, porn star platinum blonde. She left for college wearing long skirts and loose blouses; being her modest self. Now she fancied a skimpy tank top that barely hid her firm tits away from public view and very short cut-off shorts that showed her long, tan legs. She now sports a cute little flower tattoo on her ankle and a sparkling diamond belly ring. And boy did Jack notice. Beth was one lucky woman that night.
Bradley was only two years older than Brittany. He came home from college only a few days before the family picked up Brittany. They went to separate schools and were oblivious to each other's lives. Bradley knew when he saw Brittany that she was going to be a handful this summer around his friends.
In the short week that both kids have been home, things seem to flow nicely. No arguing, no fighting, no slamming doors. Brittany spends much of her time lying out by the pool with her friends. Jack will often watch from his upstairs bedroom window while stroking his cock imagining what kind of little slut she has turned into. He was sure she noticed him a few times but the subject was never brought up.
On Saturday morning, Beth has left early to visit her sister. They try to get together every other weekend to spend quality sister time together. Bradley has gone to their lake cottage with a couple of his friends and will be there until Sunday. Jack sees this as a day he can lounge around the house and do absolutely nothing. Like every weekend, he is sitting at the kitchen table reading the daily newspaper wearing his loose pajama pants and a white t-shirt; he hasn't even gotten ready for the day. He may be forty-nine but he stays in great shape. He's an avid runner and even converted most of the basement in their large house into a workout room with more equipment than anyone could ever need. The t-shirt is just tight enough to show the outline of his pecs and abs.
"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Brittany says as she bounds down the stairs and into the kitchen. Daddy; he loves it when he calls her that. He started dating her mother when she was only nine years old and her biological father was never part of her life unless it was to make Beth miserable. Daddy used to be a cute, heartwarming gesture but today it has an entirely new meaning.
"Yes, sweetie," he says as he lowers his paper enough to peer over the top. Good Lord. His cock gets hard so quickly that it hurts.
She's wearing a silky nightgown that flows and hugs her beautiful curves as she walks toward him. Her nipples are hard and very noticeable in that material. He clears his throat and squirms in his chair trying to readjust his bulge without being noticeable.