Introduction: If you haven't read Part 1 of "The Chronicles of Cordelia", or its modern update, "The Converse Chronicles", then you might be a little lost, but this story can stand on its own, with a little imagination on your part.
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New Character:
Angela Converse - Paul's 18 year old step-daughter and Cordelia's best friend. Angela is just days younger than Cordelia and is an almost dead ringer for Cobie Smulders from the "Avengers" movies as Agent Maria Hill.
Chapter 2:
(A week after the events of Chapter 1)
Angela slowly opened the door to the master bedroom. Her mother and step-father's king size bed took up the majority of the modest master suite of the house. Laying naked and asleep upon the bed is Paul Converse, Angela's 40 year old step-father. With light, airy steps Angela makes her way to her step-father's bedside.
"Paul, are you awake? It's me, Angela. We need to talk and..." Angela didn't know what she was going to say there, but she knew exactly what she wanted.
"You've been a part of my life for as long as I can remember and there's something I just have to tell you, now that I'm all grown up and a woman."
Paul shook off the immediate effects of being woken up and stared at his lovely step-daughter with a confused look on his rugged face but quickly pulling a sheet up over his lower half as he rolled over to face her.
"And you've watched me grow up... I know you've watched closely, Daddy. Don't deny it, I know it's true." Angela's eyes bored in on her father's face as she could see a flush rising in his cheeks and he opened his mouth to protest.
She gave him no opportunity to, "I'm not the only you've watched, either. You've had it bad for my best friend Cordelia for years, haven't you? It's OK, Daddy... you can tell me. She and I share EVERYTHING."
Finally the seriousness of the situation struck Paul, and his blue-green eyes flashed in the dark twilight, his eyebrow cocked in an irritated, unspoken question.
"Mmmmm... yes, even that. Especially that. Daddy... that was so NAUGHTY of you to kidnap her from my bed like that. What if I had woke up and no one was there to eat my pussy like she does so well?"
At that, Angela laughs at the shocked look on her step-father's face.
"Oh, Daddy... you didn't know I was bi? That's so cute. I bet mommy isn't bi, is she? She's so old fashioned and BORING, isn't she? I almost never talk to her anymore, it's just hopeless. She doesn't understand me at all, and I think it'd upset her too much to know the truth about her daughter."
At the mention of his step-daughter and her best friend entwined together, Paul's dick began to rise of its own accord.
"I know mommy doesn't do it for you anymore, does she? I bet she just lays there and takes it like a lump, doesn't she? She doesn't have these firm, perky tits like I do, does she? Hers are all saggy and she has to wear a bra to make them look good. See mine, Daddy?"
With that, Angela whipped off the 'Hello Kitty' t-shirt she wore, revealing her supple, firm young breasts and the pencil-eraser nipples she clearly inheirited from her mother, standing firm in the cool night air of the bedroom.
"No bra needed, ever! And my nipples are very, VERY sensitive. See how hard they are in the cool night air, Daddy? And she doesn't have these long, supple legs anymore either, does she? She's got all wrinkles and fat and veins and... ugh! Look at my legs Daddy!"
Without missing a beat Angela drops the pajama pants she was wearing, revealing her smooth, tanned legs and nothing but a tiny pair of lace underwear covering her pussy... and a dark spot already formed in the middle of the fabric.
"See, Daddy? So smooth and soft and perfect to the touch. I just love running my hands over my body, and down my legs... and back up my inner thighs to my pussy. Speaking of pussies... you two never fuck anymore, do you?"
At that Paul began to protest, this was too much, too fast...
"Don't lie, Daddy... I can hear you when you're fucking her. You know my bedroom is right above yours. I used to hear you two going at it all the time... but I never told. I didn't want you to be quieter. I would touch myself... down there... the whole time you were doing it. Wishing it was me that your thick, heavy Daddy cock was sliding into."
Paul's mouth has dropped open, his eyes darting all over his step-daughter's body and the room around them... feeling trapped.
"Oh, does that surprise you Daddy? It shouldn't... I've been watching you as I grew up, too. You're so tall, and handsome, and strong. Your blue-green eyes are mesmerizing, and your wavy brown hair is so soft and wonderful to run my fingers through. I know you don't have the body you had when you were in the military, you've been hurt from the injuries you suffered in the service and it's taken its toll on your workouts. But you keep at it, Daddy... I see you out there in the garage every day on your elliptical, pushing yourself through the pain."
At that, a dozen little aches and pains flared unbidden in Paul's mind, but were quickly silenced again as his attention was drawn back to his step-daughter's relentless verbal and psychological assault.
"So many times I've wanted to go out there to you, to rub your aching muscles and towel down your body... but I know I couldn't, not back then. I had to wait until I was old enough so you wouldn't get into trouble. Now? Now I want to look into those eyes and run my hands through your hair as you lay down on top of me and make me your woman, Daddy. I want you to fill me up with that hot, thick cum you've been wasting on mommy and fill my tiny eighteen year old pussy until it overflows with it."
At the mention of his fucking Angela, Paul's dick twitched violently beneath the sheet.
"Daddy... do you have an erection from your baby girl talking all dirty to you? Mmmm... you do, don't you? That's why you're squirming so much. Let me help you with that..."
Angela quickly snatched the sheet away from Paul's loins, revealing his fully erect 7 1/2 inches throbbing and swaying in the night air.
