Following, you will find the second installment of the tale of Maddie and Steve, a tale of coming of age and rebirth. Pretty dramatic, eh?
It's chapter two; do I need to suggest you read chapter one? I don't do any recap, so it is advisable. However, you are the reader and who would I be to tell you what to do?
Chapter three is not too far behind.
"You're fucking my daughter now? You filthy pervert. I bet you couldn't wait until I died to get your disgusting hands on her!" Steve was strapped to a chair as Carol circled him. Steve heard something slap.
As she prowled into his view, it made perfect sense that his now dead wife was a military officer, even one styled as a stripper in khaki hot pants, low cut tunic, black thigh-high boots, and wielding a riding crop.
Whipping the crop against her boot, Carol interrogated, "What? You think you can marry her now that I'm gone? You've created your own personal little porn star? Why don't you answer me?"
Steve's voice was stuck in his chest, unable to escape to proclaim his innocence.
"Answer me, worm!"
"uuunnhhh..."
Carol began to shake him. "Answer me, Steve! Or should I call you 'daddy'?"
"Daddy!"
"uuunnnhhh..."
"Daddy!"
*
Not long before Maddie turned seventeen, her world had been turned upside down. Maddie's mom was diagnosed with advanced cancer. There were no obvious signs but a routine checkup pointed to some serious problems. Her body had numerous tumours and treatment was ineffective. She died a year later, in the early spring.
After the funeral, a number of family members stayed around for about a week, offering support and help. It was good to feel that love but it only held back the grief.
Steve and Maddie said goodbyes and closed the door as Steve's brother left them alone now in the house. Steve went to sit in the living room as Maddie stood by the door.
She walked back in the room with quiet tears dripping from her eyes. Steve beckoned her and she sat on his lap, head buried in his shoulder and she sobbed. His hands soothed her back and stroked her hair. Maddie shifted a bit in his lap and she didn't think much of the bulge of pressure she felt against her butt cheeks. Nothing felt wrong and she just snuggled in harder, wallowing in the comfort of her Daddy as she grieved.
*
Steve woke to Maddie gripping his shoulders.
"What's happening, daddy? Were you dreaming?"
Carol's angry face was replaced with Maddie's as Steve regained his senses and focus. It was with both relief and shame that he took in Maddie's gentle face.
"That was bizarre!" was all Steve could muster.
"What was it about?"
"Uuuhhh...the house was on fire or something. It's fading," Steve lied.
"I don't smell any smoke, but you sure have lit a fire down below for me," Maddie teased as she snuggled closer, draping a leg over his. "Good morning."
"Good morning, precious," Steve offered, attempting to manage the sudden conflict he was overcome by.
Sharing a kiss with Maddie, Steve's conscience was soothed. Maddie was still in his bed and still very eager for him. He may have violated something, but it wasn't his baby girl.
Absentmindedly, Steve was caressing Maddie as they lay in bed. Steve was keenly aware of the lusty furnace planted on his leg, as Maddie snuggled close with her head on his chest. He was brought to attention by her hand snaking down to stroke his morning wood.
"Need a little something to whet your appetite?" Maddie purred.
Despite his new reservations, Steve's cock twitched at her touch. Biology, however, had a mind of its own. "I need to freshen up a little before anything like that, sweetheart. Let me go to the bathroom."
"Careful how you pee with that thing. I don't do ceilings," Maddie laughed.
"Yeah, I've got the technique down. Only took learning to do it while standing on my hands."
They both laughed and Steve was especially grateful for the lighthearted exchange. Everything was alright between them, well mostly. He loved Maddie just a little more right then.
He got up and made his way to the en-suite. His first order of business was to quell his erection so he could empty his bladder. His mind was fully occupied with the present situation as he waited.
I feel guilty. What kind of future can we have? Did I betray Carol or was that just an overactive imagination? I've second-guessed good decisions before. Maybe that's it. What if it was just a heat of the moment thing? That's certainly not it; she's been moving on me for months. And last night had all the marks of premeditation.
Nonetheless, a glimmer of a plan formed. He owed it to both Maddie and himself to ensure that last night wasn't some hastily executed, misguided adventure.
He was done peeing and brushed his teeth and made his way back to bed. He was going to be very careful to ensure Maddie wouldn't feel rejection. She had put a lot out there for him and, no matter what, he was very grateful. No woman ever had been so generous and desirous of him, taking so much risk for his sake.
He crawled back under the comforter, opening his arm to Maddie's snuggle. She slipped in like he had never left.
"Now, where were we, lover?" Maddie pressed.
"Damn it! I'll save the plan for breakfast," Steve relented as he rolled over top of Maddie to make love to her. Biology won again.
Morning sex, with the sun streaming in, was always a favorite for Steve. Maddie didn't know it yet, but it would become so for her also. They shared sweet orgasms as they played, reveling in each other's fully revealed bodies.
Maddie took in the aroma of bacon as she came to the kitchen after her shower. It was fairly quick, but she took her time brushing out her hair, putting on just a little makeup, and picking out a short, clingy satin chemise to put on over her white lace thong. That gave enough time for Steve to nearly have breakfast ready.
Steve was tending to the pan on the stove when he felt Maddie's arms snake inside his robe and her body pull up tight against his back.
"I never knew it would be so good to have a houseboy. When will you get to the bedroom, though? There's lingerie and underwear all over! And try and scrub out the cum stains, please. I want it to be perfect for my boyfriend."
Steve laughed and marveled at Maddie's lack of shame. This transformation was sudden, but then again, he wasn't fucking her yesterday morning either. He couldn't deny that this lurid talk was very arousing and reached deeper into him than only his loins. While masturbating, he had fantasized, sometimes speaking out loud, about the attention of a dirty slut seducing and encouraging him to live out a real life porn flick. Maddie had effortlessly slipped into a role yesterday: an innocent girl -- not just girl, but his daughter! - with wanton desires. She played him exquisitely, tempting his senses in increments until the final barrier of taboo was broken. He knew that at times last night she was playing a part, but only to a point it seemed to him. This was what she wanted to be and she wanted to be that with him. She was incredible and had so much to offer, and offer she did -- generously.
Maddie was relieved at finally being able to release some of the thoughts she had developed over the last year. It was freeing to openly talk, feel, and play sexy, knowing that her behaviour was nurturing the relationship that she desired most deeply. It felt perfectly natural to lavish all of who she was and wanted to be on Steve, and that included lavishing his beautiful cock with her steaming cunt.
"Sometimes just thinking that word makes me wet!" Maddie thought as she slipped into a spontaneous fantasy, being bent over the arm of the sofa while Steve mercilessly pounded her without even having removed their clothes. That fantasy provoked her to very overtly grind into Steve's ass, mimicking that pounding while straining to achieve some measure of attention to her now engorged clit. She was almost embarrassed at her insatiability, but she loved being horny even if it was unsatisfied.
Steve still had his plan in mind, but he had resolved that he would not reject Maddie, at least until they had an agreement. Despite his determination, this felt so good. Having suffered a great deal of rejection from his wife - Maddie's mom -- he had learned to not rely on a woman's affection for his own esteem. He had almost forgotten how deep this kind of passion affected him. He met Maddie's grind with his own.
"Sweetheart, get the table ready please," Steve urged.
Reluctantly pulling away, Maddie blatantly pouted as she brought two plates to Steve then took out cutlery, napkins, and condiments to arrange the table. With a spur of inspiration, while he wasn't looking, she quickly pulled off her panties and replaced Steve's napkin.
As Steve brought their full plates to the table, he noticed the gesture. It brought both a smile to his face and the feelings of the first time Maddie had presented him with a handmade card on Fathers' Day. Steve the Dad was now the emboldened one.
"That's very sweet, Maddie," he started.
"Sweet? That's hardly what I was going for!" Maddie was now visibly annoyed, almost angry, and snatched the panties away. The wrath of a woman scorned paled compared to that of a woman horned.
"Now listen, Maddie. I let you take the lead last night. I am grateful you understand that somehow it was necessary because I could never do anything to violate you, regardless of how I felt. But now, it's my turn. Okay?"
Maddie feared what was coming. Was this all for nothing? Maybe she was playing this too hard. It didn't seem like Steve was being pushed away, at least until now. But it came crashing down: exactly why she loved this man and would do anything for him. She backed down from her anger. "I'm sorry, daddy. Okay."
Steve took a mouthful of eggs, chewing and swallowing to inject a brief pause. "It has been a long time since I have felt loved and desired like you showed me last night and this morning. I would die a very satisfied man if I could enjoy the rest of my life with you." He let the thought sink in while they both ate again.
