Andrew Weston was not a man to trifle with. Neither was Alison: his stepdaughter. It was as if they had been fashioned from the same cloth and they understood each other perfectly: often trying to outmaneuver each other in a game of one-upmanship. Both were self assured and attractive to look at.
Alison, now eighteen and in her last few weeks of high school, had inherited her mother's grey eyes and her natural father's mahogany locks, which had grown long enough for her to bundle up in a knot on top of her head, making her appear much older than she actually was.
Andrew was only an inch or so taller than Alison: standing 5'10."
His former wife, Anthea, had left him seven years ago. Andrew still hated the bitch even after all these years.
He had remarried a buxom blonde, named Rebecca.
He had married her on a whim. He did not actually love her.
She was, if anything, a trophy wife: but her beauty and expertise in the bedroom had beguiled him all the same.
After the marriage, Alison became bitter and resented this new man in her mother's life.
She fought constantly with her stepfather and would go out of her way to create discord within the family home, in an effort to split them up.
Feelings of resentment and to a lesser degree, desire, would surface within Andrew whenever he looked at his stepdaughter.
It was his opinion that the girl could be a real cock-teasing bitch, if she felt that it served her purpose: not at all unlike his first wife.
Over time, the continuous father / stepdaughter conflict seemed to fuel the type of relationship, which ran deep with sexually charged overtones.
Alison now tuned in to her stepfather's licentious sexual appetite, would often find great enjoyment playing the cock teasing bitch that had it within her power to infuriate and arouse him as ever the whim took her.
When Alison became the Captain of her High School cheerleading squad last year, she had made a point of bringing home the other team members to practice in their living room, often in their briefest outfits. She would watch her stepfather watching her and the other young women as they went through their athletic routines. He would watch with sustainable relish his stepdaughter's high leg kicks, exposing her scant black latex panties and the inner part of her slim thighs and tight buttocks and, in turn, she would give him the 'I know you want to fuck me' smile.
The thought had occurred to her and more than once, that she would like to do just that very thing with him: however teasing him, making him want her badly and then cutting him off was, simply put, much more fun.
After watching Alison's teammates go home, Andrew found Alison still parading around in the same short skirt and brief top, only now she had removed her bra, so that her 16 DD sized tits swung free. Her nipples were now outlined and visible, as they peaked through the white material of her cheerleader crop top.
Andrew smiled at her malevolently, but still held his ground.
One afternoon Andrew came home from work early to find his stepdaughter with some unknown male in her bedroom.
She appeared to be getting ready to go out and, as the door was slightly ajar, Andrew felt it within his perfect rights to watch her as she continued to dress.
She was wearing a matching light blue, low cut bra (which did nothing to support those large breasts); a thong, which disappeared into her butt crevice (he noticed this as she turned away from him) and a suspender belt. He continued to watch as Alison rolled a tan colored stocking up one of her shapely legs.
His breath caught in his throat as he observed her touch the bare skin above her stocking top with the tips of her fingers, using long languid strokes: back and forth; back and forth, repetitively. The visual display obviously meant as a sexual come-on, to tease her male companion.
Alison caught sight of her voyeuristic stepfather's reflection in the lower section of her vanity mirror, but gave nothing away that would to indicate to him that he had indeed been spotted.
She bent over, slipping the remaining silk stocking onto her other foot and, ever so slowly, brought it up stopping just short of mid thigh, affording him the unfamiliar sight of her all-but-naked orifice, both cheeks taut and round; and he felt the familiar throb of desire pulsating in his groin once again.
"Damn! She was a hot piece of arse," he thought to himself, wanting nothing more at this point than to thrust his cock into that tiny hole and fuck her until two weeks from Tuesday.
Alison, on the other hand, saw this moment as an opportunity to tease him unrepentantly with what she knew he wanted most and what she would forever deny him. Her! She casually walked over to the male in her room, took his hand, and used it to scoop one large breast out of its holder. The male squeezed her breast and Andrew watched as his stepdaughter threw her head back in unabashed pleasure. She then maneuvered herself so that she sat square on his lap, legs apart, facing him. She whispered something in his ear and he grinned.
Prolific jealousy resounded deep within Andrew.
He watched as the man lowered his hand and saw it disappear between his stepdaughters open legs and cussed under his breath.
He watched as she reached down, unfastening the man's jeans and placed her hand in the opening and heard him groan. Andrew recognized the groan which escaped from somewhere inside the stranger. He had made the same sound a number of times himself, whilst fantasizing about shooting his load inside of his little hellion.
She reached behind her back and undid her bra clasps and, as she brought the straps down her from her shoulders exposing her copious flesh to his rival, he shifted and felt the instinctive and somewhat irrational stirring of real anger.
It was at this point that she waved to him in the mirror and laughed aloud, allowing him to know that she was fully aware of his presence. She stood up, easing herself backwards away from the man's lap; walked over to the door and gave it an almighty kick, slamming it in his face.
From inside the room he heard her mutter, "Dickhead."
He narrowed his eyes, overwhelmingly vexed by her dismissive attitude. He was sexually aroused, frustrated to the point of kicking in the bloody door and now, very, very angry.
The sound of the garage door opening and then closing again told him that Rebecca was now home. Rebecca threw the car keys on the coffee table and, upon seeing her husband standing, obviously fuming, whilst staring at his stepdaughters closed bedroom door: and recognizing the telltale signs of what she believed to be yet another argument, asked: "What happened this time?" Andrew was dismissive of both the question and his wife. He looked at her briefly and stated, in a tone that rang of ire rather than ardent desire: "come into the bedroom with me: now."
There was no lovemaking between them anymore. The sex was raw, rough and emotionless, and simply a means to an end for Andrew. Once he had reached climax phase, the sexual need was sated, and he had no more need of her, he simply left the room. Rebecca watched him leave and then rolled on her side, drawing her knees up so that she took on the appearance of a rather large embryo.
Two days passed, but the incident between Alison and her stepfather remained foremost in their minds: Andrew, because he still badly wanted to fuck that smug smile right off her face and Alison, because in her eyes she thought she had won: yet again. Neither brought it up with the other. That evening, Andrew sat in the family living room attempting to watch TV. He was bored... and horny.
Rebecca was out at a fundraising event and would not be home for several hours.
Alison lay cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV: wearing the tightest denim jeans she owned and a white crop top: one size too small, which rode higher up her back whenever she wriggled to get more comfortable.
Just the sight of her was enough to arouse him further and the memory of that self satisfied smile on her face as she slammed the door on him two days ago only added further fuel to the growing fire. Alison acutely aware of her stepfather's observance of her: closed her book and decided to play fast and loose with his emotions yet again.
She rolled over on her back, bent, and separated her knees about 10cms. She goaded him with her eyes daring him to move, touch her; do anything at all. She afforded him a contemptuous smile as she noticed his countenance change suddenly to raw lust. Andrew observed her as she slowly, deliberately raised the crop top to expose her ample cleavage and overfilled white broderie angles bra. Come on, her eyes taunted nonverbally and when she brazenly continued her visual assault on his senses by placing both her hands on either side of her breasts and pushing them together , then in a tone which dripped of sexual perversion, she whispered "you want me badly, don't you...come and get it, then... Fuck me... you know you want to."
