Seductive Brat, Part 2
I couldn't believe how empowered I felt after I fucked Summer. Where I had to beg my wife for sex, usually unsuccessfully, putting me in a bad mood for many days, Summer presented me with a young woman who actually begged me for a change. She wanted my cock. And it felt incredible!
I was on a high after she left. She went back to her room after we fucked and I went into the study. I sat in a plush chair, sat back with a glass of wine, and ordered some dinner for delivery. As time ticked on, I became more and more embarrassed by what I'd done. She was only my step-daughter and she did come on to me, but I shouldn't have fucked her. I was going to have to own up to how wrong it was to Summer and I was going to have to apologize and make sure this never happened again.
When Gabrielle came home later that night, I heard her call when she opened the door. I stood, hoping that Summer wasn't going to say anything and moved to the study door. I opened it just as Gabrielle and Summer were hugging, if you could call it that. It seemed a bit chilled to me, I could tell they didn't really get along well.
Summer had a little knowing smile on her face as I came out and hugged Gabrielle, kissing her to welcome her home. She set her briefcase down as I told her I'd ordered dinner and that it should be here shortly.
An hour later, we were finishing up the last bites of our lasagna and ready to relax just a little before bed. Summer had told us about her college plans, trying to decide between two of the elite colleges that were in the area. Gabrielle tried to sway her to one of them in particular, but Summer was keeping her options open. She said that she had appointments to visit them over the course of the next two weeks.
Satisfied with that, Gabrielle yawned, saying she was tired after working a long day and that she had another long day tomorrow. Summer looked at me with a little, coy smile.
"G'night mommy," she said.
"Good night, baby. We'll go shopping over the weekend," Gabrielle said as she walked over and kissed me goodnight. "You don't mind cleaning up, do you hun?"
"No... that's fine," I said, starting to stack the plates. "I'll be up later."
Summer helped me clear the table and then disappeared up to her room as I made my way out to the deck and swimming pool out back. I kept the outside lights off but the deck was illuminated by the house lights behind me. I looked up at the clear summer sky to the stars glowing above.
I heard the patio door open and close and could hear padding footsteps on the stone deck before I saw Summer walking past me. She was wearing a very skimpy bathing suit, obviously hoping to go for a night swim. I knew the water would feel refreshing, since I'd done the same thing many times before.
She smiled at me as she sat on the edge of the pool and dipped her feet into the cool water. I couldn't help but stare at her, pondering how I was going to start this awkward conversation.
I took another drink of my wine for courage then sat up.
"Listen, Summer," I started. "About what happened..."
"I'm really glad that mom's letting me stay here," Summer interrupted me. "But, you know, she's not going to let me stay for too long."
"Your relationship with her seems kind of strained," I said.
"Hopefully I'll stay long enough to find a college and get moving and everything. But, let's face it, she'll get sick of me after a couple months." She stood up and walked over to my lounge chair. I couldn't help but stare at her body. It was so incredible. Her swimming suit was black and seemed to barely cover her body at all. Her breasts bobbed gently with every step, captivating me.
"I'm sure she won't," I tried to protest, but it seemed weak.
"Whatever happens, I really appreciate you letting me stay. It's really nice." She sat down on the end of my lounge chair, turning her body to talk to me, highlighting her breasts even more in the low light. "You know, I had all kinds of drama, and I need to just have my crazy life calm down and get my shit together, pretty much."
"Well, about that... what happened earlier was..."
"I want to stay out of trouble, you know," she interrupted me again. "I'm glad she's not here so we can talk and get to know each other a little better."
I raised my hand to interrupt her and stop this again. "But, Summer. I can't get to know you... well, like... that... like what we did..."
"I know that my mom doesn't really... well... take care of you so well or very often." She giggled a little, almost as if she were embarrassed, as if her next revelation was going to be very revealing. She put her hand on my lower leg and my body tingled. "My psychiatrist kind of told me that I was like a... a nymphomaniac. I don't know how you feel about that. But I don't want to get into trouble."
I was stunned. She was doing it again. And I was having just a hard a time stopping her as last time. I swallowed hard and just sat there, listening to her.
"I dunno, my mom picked a cute one this time, so, I just want to let you know, that I promise I won't say anything. So, if you want to be my... friend with benefits," she giggled, swiping a hand over her bikini-covered breast. "Then, maybe I can help make your relationship work better. You know, I'll be here... and you can have sex with me whenever you want... and my mom will be fine because you'll be happy... and then she'll be happy. So everything will be great!"
"No, Summer... we... we shouldn't..." I tried to protest.
"I'll let you do anything... anything you want to me. Do you like that idea? I think you might, just a little," she said reaching behind herself to untie her bathing suit top.
"Summer, what... what are you doing?"
"I like to show off my body. I have a nice body, right? I like showing off how good I look." She tossed her bikini top aside and leaned back to look at me again. Her breasts were so incredible, just the right size and shape. I did enjoy looking at them.
"Put your top back on," I protested weakly, feeling my resolve quickly leaving me again.
"No, I like to show off my body, daddy."
"I know, but I'm your step-dad and you can't take your clothes off in front of me."
"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked, pouting, showing a big lower lip and tilting her head to one side, acting offended.
I couldn't believe it. I actually felt guilty for making her cover up. "You... you are pretty. But... it's not ok for you to take your top off in front of me. Ok?"
"Well," she said, shaking her head slowly, acting like a defiant little girl. "I'm not going to put it back on."
"What? Summer... what... what are you trying to do here?"
"I'm just being me," she said, innocently, as if I shouldn't stop her from doing anything.
"Well, just put your top back on, alright?"
She stood and I thought at first that she was going to put her top back on like I asked. But then she slid her bikini bottoms down and off her legs. She tossed the material aside and turned towards me, showing me her full body once again. This time she was bathed in the dim lights from the house and starry background behind her.
"Summer, what are you... stop it!" I protested and started to get up. But she pushed me back and swung a leg over me and sat down on my knees. "Stop, what are you doing?" My body was so flushed with excitement and desire. My cock was certainly growing hard. But... but it was wrong.
She grabbed her breasts and caressed them slowly, seductively, as she stared me down, smiling just like a little girl. "What? You want this right?"
"No I don't want to see you naked... why...?" I protested weakly.
"I think you have a hardon though..." she smiled, looking down at my groin, one hand moving up my thigh.
"I don't have a hardon, what are you talking about?" I protested, trying to squirm to get out from underneath her.
"I think you do."
"Stop... I don't have a hardon," I said as her hand reached my very hard shaft that was straining against the zipper of my shorts.
"See... you're hard... very hard," she said proudly, sliding her hand along my shaft and cupping my balls.
"Don't touch my... Summer, what are you doing? I don't want to see you naked Summer!"
She giggled at me and started to unfasten my shorts. "You aren't doing much about it, daddy."
"No... stop," I said, pushing her hands away from my shorts, although they were already unfastened by that time.
Undeterred, her hands immediately came back and fished out my very hard erection, sliding her hands up and down it's length.
She bit her lower lip seductively, and looked just like a little girl opening her favorite present. "You think I'm hot, so why don't you just let it happen?" she asked, bending forward and licking the tip.
I groaned loudly and tried once more to reason with her. "It's not... you can't touch my dick like that baby."
She just smiled up at me with little-girl eyes and sank her lips to the bottom of my shaft, shoving the crown into the back of her throat.
"Mmmm! Daddy tastes good!" she said, sliding her lips off my cock and stroking me. She was licking her lips, watching my eyes until they locked on her. I couldn't deny how good this felt. I couldn't deny that I really did want to fuck her again. I grabbed the side of the chair hard, the muscles in my arms corded, trying to resist the urge to grab her and just take her.
We sat there for several long seconds and my cock was pulsing with desire, harder than I'd ever remembered. The only sound was the wet slurping of her hand sliding up and down my shaft. It was better than a porn movie.
She finally broke the silence. "Daddy?"
"Yeah... yeah, baby?" I could barely speak she had me so worked up. My cock was throbbing and it felt like all the blood was leaving my head leaving my brain foggy.
"You have such a nice hard cock, daddy," she said. "And I like these balls. They're soft. They go perfect with your nice hard cock, daddy."
"Oh God.... this is so..." I started to protest, but her mouth covered the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling around it, causing a wave of pleasure to overtake me.
"I'm a good girl for you, aren't I daddy?" she asked. I could only nod my head as I closed my eyes to feel everything she was doing to me.
