Brady's eyes snapped open, what had woken him from his slumber? He turned his head, searching for the clock on his bedside table. 2am. He lay there for a moment, listening intently, then he heard it, a sound coming from downstairs.
Burglars?
Quietly slipping from his bed he silently gave thanks his wife was at a college reunion that weekend, and headed downstairs.
Living in the same house for 10 years means that you know every nook and cranny, every creak of the stairs, those creaks he avoided as he slowly crept down the stairs. There was a light on in the kitchen, or the kitchen part of the open-floor 1st floor of the house. Reaching the foot of the stairs Brady saw immediately what was causing the noise, he let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and leaned against the bannister.
Violet.
His troublesome 18 year old stepdaughter was sweeping up a broken vase, her stiletto-clad feet crunching glass underfoot as she worked.
He took a moment to stare at her, what man wouldn't? Barely over 5' tall, curvy and busty, with tits and an ass that looked oh-so grabbable, she was wearing a red, sleeveless dress which stopped just above mid-thigh. Her black hair fell straight down her back.
Brady coughed loudly and Violet jumped and stood up, turning to face him. He looked at her heart-shaped face, with her kissable lips, cute nose, and dark brown eyes.
She was hot, and sexy, and she knew it.
"Oh, hi Brady," she looked back at the remnants of the mess on the floor, "sorry, I knocked over a vase when I came downstairs to get a drink of water."
Brady sighed deeply, it was obvious she was lying, but then that seemed to be Violet's way; her dad had left her mom before Violet was even born, leaving a teenage single-mom to raise a child by herself. Sophie had risen to the challenge with help from her own parents, graduating college with a toddler on her knee and getting a job as a paralegal at a prestigious law firm in the city where she had worked ever since. That was how Brady and Sophie had met, when he joined the firm as an experienced lawyer. Captivated by Sophie's beauty- she was still in her early 30s- and her dedication to her daughter, they began dating. Just over a year later they were married and Sophie and her 15 year old daughter moved into Brady's house. That was just over 3 years ago, and in that time Violet had only gotten worse.
By all accounts Violet was a pleasant child until puberty hit and she became a brat; she had figured out that thanks to her growing beauty the boys her age would compete to impress her. Being popular meant that Violet demanded that her mother buy her pretty jewelry, the latest trendy clothes, and tickets to all the concerts that her equally popular and cool friends were going to.
Being cool and popular led to Violet preferring to skip lessons and make out with the high school Quarterback. When they were discovered playing hookie by a teacher Brady strongly suggested to her mother that Violet be grounded, and Sophie had agreed.
Violet was told to knuckle down in her studies, be home by 5pm every day and was banned from going out with her friends until the school year ended. She was also warned that any breaking of the rules would result in being grounded until the hour she went off to college, and a tight grip on her personal finances. Needless to say, Violet was not happy about this, but her childish tantrums had not swayed her mother, mainly because Brady was constantly telling Sophie that she was doing the right thing, and that Violet needed a firm hand at last.
*
Brady raised his eyebrows and looked very pointedly at the high heels his stepdaughter was wearing.
"You came downstairs for a glass of water?"
"Uh-huh."
"In your stilettos?"
"Errr..."
"You sneaked out." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "And by the looks of it you got drunk."
"No..."
"Go to bed Violet. I'll clean this up, and in the morning your mom and I are going to have a talk."
He walked towards her and reached out to pull the dustpan and brush from her hands, her eyes widened.
"You can't. You can't tell her."
"You were grounded," Brady said firmly, "And yet you snuck out. Actions have consequences, it's time you learnt that."
"But... please Brady! This is so unfair, I get caught skipping class one time-"
"Like it was just that one time."
"-And now if you tell mom she'll ground me for the whole summer! We're- all my friends are going to Miami this summer."
"They might be, you're not."
"Please!" She whined.
Brady just shook his head.
"I'll do anything if you don't tell mom." She held her hands together, pleading but he snorted.
"Extra chores won't cut it Violet."
"No," she said, her voice suddenly becoming softer, if she wasn't his stepdaughter Brady would call her tone 'seductive'.
"I'll do anything. Anything."
Brady briefly had an idea of what she was suggesting, but she couldn't be, could she? Violet surely wasn't trying to seduce him.
"What?"
Her eyes ran over his body, lingering very obviously on the bulge in his boxers.
"Anything." She repeated, her voice husky. She was staring him right in the eye. Brady let out a mirthless laugh.
"Come on," Violet said, sounding sultry, and flirty. "I've seen you looking at me."
"Err," He cleared his throat, suddenly bashful, it was difficult not to look at her sometimes, she was like a younger version of her mother and she insisted in walking around in tops too tight and skirts too short, let alone the time she strutted around in yoga pants and a sports bra, the tight material emphasizing every curve of her voluptuous body. "Sorry, you shouldn't have... I shouldn't do that."
"I don't mind, I like it when hot guys check me out."
"Violet, I'm your stepfather. We're not doing this."
She took a step towards him and reached out a hand to rest on the waistband of his boxers.
"We can. You promise not to tell mom about me sneaking out, and I'll replace the vase, and you get to do whatever you want to me."
Her hand dropped to his cock which was now half-hard. Her fingers deftly ran over the length of his dick and she licked her lips.
"You think I'm a slut don't you?" She whispered. "Let me show you how much of a slut I am."
Brady knew she could feel how hard he was getting under her touch and she hummed appreciatively.
"Feels nice and big, but I think I need to get a proper look, to make sure."
She stepped closer, so close that her breasts brushed up against him, he looked down at her petite frame. God knows he loved her mother but... God damn it...
Ah fuck it, here was a hot, nubile piece of ass practically throwing herself at him. And how would her mother know? He'd definitely never tell Sophie about it, and he could ensure that Violet wouldn't talk.
But he wasn't going to let his stepdaughter take the lead.
Brady searched for the words to make her understand that he was in control.
"This is not a license to behave however you want." He said sternly, and she smiled and nodded, "this is a one-time pass."
She raised her eyebrows.
"Does that mean that if I'm naughty again and you catch me I'd have to do... more?
Daddy
?"
"Of course." He managed to control his voice, to remain in control, but he was sure she'd felt his cock twitch at her kinky age-play words.
Then, not giving her any more time to respond, he wrapped his arms around her and closed the distance between his lips and hers. Violet gave a squeak of surprise as he kissed her, his mouth hot and rough on hers, his arms holding her tight, then she relaxed into him and opened her mouth to receive his tongue. She moaned softly as he explored her mouth.
She was quite a good kisser, Brady thought idly, though he was sure that most of her practice partners were inexperienced. He ran his hands down her back and then grabbed a hold of her ass, squeezing her and making her moan and break their kiss.
"Do you like my ass? How long have you spent looking at it?" She asked.
"Sometimes it's hard not to look, sometimes I think you've been teasing me, wearing such tight pants."
She laughed.
"I don't wear them only for you."
"Not
only
for me?"
She shook her head.
"But it's nice to be looked at."
He pulled her close so they were hip to hip, her thigh rubbing against his erection. He kissed her again, savoring the taste of his stepdaughter as she followed his lead, Violet's soft moans making it clear that she was enjoying this. He took a hand off her ass and ran his fingers through her hair, she dug her fingernails into his shirt, their tongues massaging each other, their lips colliding.
After what seemed an age Violet broke the kiss again, she looked up at him with pleading, doe-eyes.
"Can I see your cock daddy? Can I wrap my lips around it?
Please
."
Brady almost gave in to her, she looked so cute, begging to suck his cock. But he had a better idea.
"You'll have to wait a bit. Don't think you're getting out of being punished." He growled and he grabbed a fistful of her hair before dragging her over to the kitchen table.
"Oh! OK daddy."
He bent her over the table and stood back to admire her ass, he was looking forward to burying his face in it later, but for now...
"I think," he said, still staring at her butt, "it should be 5 smacks for being out after your curfew-"
"Are you going to spank me?" Violet asked, not sounding at all sorry at the idea.
"Obviously. And don't interrupt me. So, 5 smacks for being out past curfew, 5 for breaking the vase, 5 for waking me up, 5 for lying to me, and 5 to persuade me not to tell your mother-"
"I thought that was what the blowjob was for." She interjected.
Brady sighed.
"And another 5 for interrupting me."
She humphed.
"What was that?" He demanded.
"Nothing." She said moodily.
"Don't be a brat Violet. Lift up your dress so I can see your ass."
"Yes, daddy." She was back to being the seductress.
Her hands reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress and dragged it up, perhaps slower than necessary, when her ass was unvered she gave it a slight wiggle.
"Is that OK?" She asked, her voice dripping with sex.
"It'll do." He replied stonily. In truth he was amused by this side of his stepdaughter, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "Now, you're going to count along. Understand?"
"Uh-huh."
"The words you're looking for are 'yes sir'."
There was a pause, Brady was half sure she was smiling.
"Yes,
sir
." She repeated.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of that ample flesh and she sighed contentedly in response.
Quickly he drew a hand back and smacked her ass hard. Violet yelped at the sudden assault.
"Ow! Fuck." She gasped.
He paused, waiting for her to follow his instructions, but she was quiet.
"Violet, 'fuck' is not a number."
There was another pause, he heard her take a steadying breath.
"One." She said, her voice shaking slightly.
He smiled happily, so she could obey orders when given the right incentives.
His other hand struck her other ass cheek just as hard as the first smack and she yelped again. This time, however, she remembered what she was supposed to do.
"Two." She breathed.
He barely gave her time to finish before he smacked the other cheek twice in quick succession, just as hard, he was rewarded with the pale skin beginning to redden.
"Ow! Jeez... three. And four."
He nodded curtly, not that she could see him.
He caressed her right cheek and she flinched, his fingers deftly running over the soft skin which was slightly warm.
