"Step-Daughter Initiation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thomas Milford)

Chapter 4

Wendy was aware of her mother's passion for cleanliness. When Maryann went into the shower, she stayed there nearly thirty minutes each time. And that night, while her mother was in the shower, Wendy decided to start her campaign to discover how far she was able to go with her stepfather, and at the same time, how much she was able to get from him.

Wearing a short pink mini-dress with matching pink bikini panties underneath, Wendy turned on the radio in the living room and soon had music blaring throughout the entire house. She knew her stepfather was relaxing in the bedroom, wearing nothing but a bathrobe, waiting for her mother to come out of the shower.

Wendy knew all the latest dances, and she began wildly dancing in the living room, knowing her dress was flapping up, baring her skimpy panties. She was aware of Herb coming down the hall from the bedroom, peering into the living room, watching her. The girl wondered if her stepfather would stop her, but he simply stood there, watching her, and from the corner of her eye Wendy saw the man's maroon bathrobe start to tent in front.

Wendy's feet seemed to fly in every direction at once. When her feet moved one way, her hips moved the other way. Her long brown hair flew wildly about her head. Wendy kept tabs on her stepfather by staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was mesmerized by the movement of her buttocks. She twisted and gyrated as if she were under some hypnotic spell. Herb's eyes remained glued to her thighs and buttocks as she did gyrations that would put a stripper to shame and her expression was far from that of a pure, innocent little girl. Her mind, was thinking of how she'd felt when she had fingered herself earlier in the day. There were lines of crisp concentration making her face a mask of emotion.

When Herb Rheingold did glance at his stepdaughter's face, he was amazed. He was looking at a sensuous woman, not a little girl. This was a female who wanted to be fucked to within an inch of her life! The idea terrified Herb. Deep down, he wanted to fuck her. Yes, he'd had the hots for the girl from the first time he'd seen Wendy. True, he was crazy for her mother, but he wanted the girl just as much. And now seeing the sensuous expression on the young girl's face startled him.

Wendy continued dancing, watching the varied expressions on Herb Rheingold's face while pretending to be so caught up in her dancing she saw nothing. She noted the way his eyes seemed to return to her thighs again and again, staring at her long, white legs, gazing at her rounded hips, almost drooling after her buttocks, staring as if he wanted to cup each one in• his hands. She had no breasts like her mother, and wished she did, feeling that bouncing boobs might have made him even more attracted to her.

And then the music came to an end. Wendy went and turned off the radio and pretended to be startled, seeing Herb for the first time.

"Oh… wow… Herb, I didn't see you there."

"What were you doing?" he asked.

"Dancing," she replied. "Whenever I feel happy, I like to dance."

Taking a deep breath, she sat on the sofa against the mirrored wall and pulled her knees up to her chin, hugging them. Wendy saw Herb's eyes flick instantly to her panties. Yes, she was more certain than ever it was what lay behind her panties that interested him most, but he obviously was not going to admit it. Even so, she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. The girl realized he had been drooling and had caught himself just before the spittle fell from his lips.

"Do you… uhhhh… dance often?" Herb asked.

"Only when I hear music I like," she told him. "Too bad we don't have a stereo. I'd be able to get a lot of dance records and dance more often."

"Well… uhhh… if you want, I'm sure I can afford to find a nice little stereo set for you."

"Gee, that'd be terrific," Wendy smiled.

"All right," Herb nodded, as the sound of the shower in the master bathroom stopped. "I'll see if I can fine one tomorrow."

Wendy saw his bathrobe thrust out before him, and only his hands, folded in front of him, hid any of it. She smiled. Mother was right. A man can be manipulated. And Wendy intended manipulating Herb Rheingold as much as possible. She watched him go to his bedroom, then walked down the hall to her own bedroom. Earlier in the day she had rearranged the furniture so her headboard was up against the wall dividing her bedroom from that of her mother and Herb.