Playing with Fire Pt. 01

"But Daddy," she said in her most sugary sweet voice, "I love this one the most." Her eyes widened.

She then moved towards me and looking deep into my eyes, brushed her tits against my arm. I could feel her sweet flesh and when I looked down, noticed that her nipples were hard, poking through her top. Neither of us acknowledged that this was happening, but neither of us moved away either. I looked at her, taking in her beauty and absorbed by the sensation of her tits rubbing against me, just smiled. I knew she was using her feminine charm to get her way but I didn't care.

"You want this one, Jenny?"

"Yes I do, Daddy," she purred.

"You realize it's twice the price of the others?"

"Don't you think I'm worth it, Daddy?"

"It's not a matter of that, dear."

"Don't you think I looked good in it?"

There was no denying it. She did look hot wearing it. I nodded. "Maybe too good, Jen?"

"What do you mean?" she said naively, continuing to brush her tits against me, then putting her hand on my waist.

"You know what I mean," I said. She shook her head, so I went on. "I don't want you going out there looking...um...too..."

"Too what, Daddy?"

I sighed. "Too...sexy, Jenny. Your mother wouldn't approve."

"Do you think it's sexy, Daddy?" Oh shit. I walked into this trap and was now stuck. There was only one way out. I moved away and bought her the dress. My reward was a lovely long hug and a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek. I had two days worth of stumble on my face and her soft skin felt incredible brushing against it. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered in my ear.

Back at the house later, she put the dress on and modeled for me. I looked at her and shook my head in disbelief at her audacity. She stood in front of me, leaned over and flashed her cleavage at me, then giggled. "Too sexy, Daddy?" she said and ran off, laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the television. A minute later, Jenny returned in her flimsy nightgown and cuddled up to me, once again her titties nestling lushly against my arm. I instantly got aroused and covered myself up, hiding my erection from my stepdaughter.

"Thank you so much for buying me that dress," she said cutely, and I believed her sincerity. She put her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest and I let her cuddle up to me as we watched a movie together, my arm around her. After a little while, I looked over and she was fast asleep. Watching her face, I marveled at her serene beauty and felt great affection for her. Then, scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to her room and lay her down in her bed. She spread out and once again I was drawn in by her sexual magnetism. Resisting the temptation to ogle her miraculous body, I put a blanket over her, then went to my room to sleep.

For the first time ever, that night I masturbated with thoughts of Jenny in my mind.

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The next day was a Saturday and after finishing my morning gardening chores, I ended up doing what I most enjoyed; lounging around with a good book and some records. Jenny came into the room, all smiles and sunshine and stood over me. "Heeyyy there," she said perkily and posed in a cute way. She was wearing tight work-out clothes that accentuated all her feminine features beautifully. Her hair was up in pigtails and she looked like a dream.

"Hello Jenny. What's up? You working out?" I asked her, trying to not pay her too much attention.

"Yes. How do I look?"

She knew full well how she looked. She looked tight and hot. Her little body had curves in all the right places and she was sexy as hell. She had her workout shorts scrunched up in her cunt to give maximum camel toe and I could see her nipples poking through her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. I looked her up and down slowly, got hard, then looked her in the eye and tried my best to smile in a fatherly fashion.

"You look fine, Jenny," I said, then returned to my book. I was no longer absorbing the words.

"Fine? Is that it? You don't like my outfit?"

"Well, I wouldn't wear it outside, honey"

"I'm not outside. I'm in here with you, Daddy," she lowered her voice.

"Maybe you should call me John, Jenny."

"I tell you what, Daddy. I'll call you Daddy and you call me baby, or sweetie, or sugar, or whatever you want, OK?"

I just made a face. She had never been quite this flirtatious with me before. Was she fucking with me, or trying to take revenge on her mother for some reason? I just let out a sigh. "Daddy, what do you think of these shorts?" she asked me. I didn't answer, just looked up at her. "Don't you think they make me look cute?"

She stepped forward and I looked straight at her body. I could see the outline of her pussy, the perfect little mound of fleshy heaven, just a thin piece of fabric away. She was magnificent and she knew it. I coughed a little and sputtered out "yeah, uh huh" or something, no doubt turning bright red. She just smiled, observing my reaction and getting off on the power she had over me. "Have you heard from your mom today?" I asked, trying to change the subject and be cool.

"Nope," she replied abruptly then sat down on my lap without warning. Or I should say, her ass hit the giant tent pole in my pants. She giggled and put her arms around my neck. I shifted her body over so that she wasn't touching my dick with her behind, perching her on my knee. I had my hands around her waist and tummy, and couldn't help but give her little squeezes. She giggled again and I felt a wave of pleasure at being this close to her. She looked me in the eye and her face was 3 inches from mine.

"You wanna play a little game, Daddy?" she whispered. Memories of her as a child ran through my mind and how my honorable intentions towards her were now being corrupted by her actions. I still didn't know what her motives were for behaving like this or if she simply enjoyed being with me.

"I think that's a bad idea, Jenny." I picked her up but she sat back down, in her original position with her ass directly on top of my erection. She wriggled around a little and made a cute little squeaking noise, smiling at me sweetly.

"Please, Daddy," she said softly, gazing into my eyes. I was lost to her.

"What kind of game?" I ask her trepidatiously. "Chess?"

"No Daddy. Chicken," she replied. I look at her uncertainly.

"Hmmm," I said and frowned. She began playing with my hair and I realized that my hands were still on her waist. She felt like heaven. She continued to sit on my lap, but lay down a little so that her body was wide open. She had one arm around me and the other off to the side. I moved my right arm to support her and feeling self-conscious, I took my other hand off her waist and put it up to my face. "Jenny..." I started to say.

"Now, Daddy," she interrupted. Put your hand on my tummy," she said quietly, her eyes fixed on me. I shook my head, but she grabbed me by the wrist and placed my hand on her stomach. I melted at the touch of her divine young body. My erection continued pushing against her ass and I was ready to surrender to her. "OK, good," she went on. "A bit higher to start..."

"To start? To start what?" I replied, concerned. I moved my hand off her again but she grabbed it and put it back down on her body, this time my fingers brushing against her breast by accident. I inhaled sharply and she opened her mouth a little.

"Now Daddy, walk with your fingers down my tummy, slowly," she said.

"You're crazy," I told her. She held me by the wrist and pushed me downwards an inch. I could easily have stopped her but didn't. She gave me a forceful look and I gave in. This felt so wrong but at the same time I was unable to resist her overpowering physical allure. "Now what?" I asked pathetically and paused my hand over her belly. Her naked midriff was exposed by a gap in her outfit and my fingers toyed with her belly button a little, happy to play her insidious game. She squeaked a little as I did.

"You keep going and the first one of us that said "Chicken", loses."

"Why, what happens when one of us says "Chicken"?"

"Well, silly. You take your hand away and the game is over. It's about nerve. You never played chicken before, Daddy?"

"Actually, I have, but I was driving," I said and took my hand away. She tried to put it back but I was much stronger than her. She sat up again, put her arms around my neck and rubbed my nose with hers. She lingered there, our faces an inch apart, our hot breath mixing. She leaned her body forward another inch and her nipples gently struck my chest. I let out a tiny involuntary moan and closed my eyes. She gently moved her body around on my hard dick and I just sat there, overcome with ecstasy.

After a minute, Jenny very gently took my left hand, leaned back again and returned it to her stomach. "Keep going, Daddy," she whispered, slowly grinding her ass around and I was unable to stop myself. I put my fingers in walking position and moved very slowly down, over her belly button to her abdomen. She looked at me as I went, biting her lip and breathing hard while my eyes wandered all over the goal; her sweet pussy lips. My fingers hit the elastic of her shorts, and I suddenly felt horribly guilty and took my hand away. This was all wrong.

"This is totally inappropriate, Jenny. You wanna play cards or something instead?" I said with a cringe, trying to lighten the mood. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I could see she was aroused as well. Her nipples were hard and her cheeks were flushed. She made a pouty face.

"First of all you didn't say "Chicken", and secondly, that was hardly far at all," she said with annoyance, but I couldn't tell if it was sincere.

I started to sweat. I looked at her shorts and at that mound of heaven. I would have loved to have touched her there, but I wasn't going to. This was my wife's daughter, a little girl I had vowed to look after and raise. I was supposed to be protecting her from predatory men, not becoming one. "Sorry. Chicken. I lose," I told her, shifting her body onto my leg again.

"You sure do," she said, looking down at the significant lump in my pants. My legs were spread and she was perched on my knee. I just sighed and didn't answer. Jenny then sat up and faced me again. "My turn," she said excitedly, bringing her face a few inches from mine again. I had thought this tortuous game was over, but apparently she had further plans for me.

She put her hand on my chest, her other hand playing with my hair. I was wearing a tight t-shirt, tucked into my jeans. Her hand brushed against my nipple, then she started going very slowly down my body, her palm lying flat. I didn't know what to do, but I half wanted to see if she would actually go all the way, or if she'd chicken out. Was this girl crazy? I just looked at her as her hand went over my stomach. She reached my lower abdomen and it started to feel really, really good. The thought of her jerking me off ran through my mind and I found myself wanting it to happen.

She bit her lip and looked down. Her hand reached my belt buckle and she looked me in the eye, then down again. The hard-on in my pants was painfully obvious and she was an inch away. She moved her hand down and touched the end of my dick. She opened her mouth and her eyes went wide. I let out a moan as she squeezed the tip of my cock and I heard her gasp. As amazing as this felt and as much as I wanted this to continue, I had to stop her. I grabbed her wrist and held her hand up to her face.

We stared at each other for a second then I said "chicken," and shook my head at her. She smiled an evil smile then leaned back, almost lying flat across my lap. Her supine body was a picture of young female perfection.

"Your turn again," she whispered. I looked at her.

"I think that's an extremely bad idea, Jenny sweetheart," I told her but didn't push her off me. The truth was, I didn't want this to end, even though I knew it mustn't go further. Her lips parted and I wanted to lean over and kiss her.

She made a naughty face and said "Go on, Daddy, please."

She was impossible to resist. I told myself that if I played her game, I was going to lose and there would be no harm done. I put my palm down flat just below her chest. "That's it, Daddy," she said, letting out a little groan. I traveled down her body, taking a long, slow time. It was easily half a minute by the time I was at her belly button again. She started breathing hard and making cute, high little squeaky sounds. My hand reached the elastic of her shorts. I didn't take my hand away, but I stopped going down, my hand just massaging her flesh gently.

"So, Jenny, what happens now?" I started fiddling with the elastic. I put my fingers an inch under, then took them out, then back in another inch, then back onto her tummy. My fingertips brushed against the top of her panties . I gave her little squeezes and toyed with her beautiful skin. I held her with my right arm like a baby. She spread her legs a little and raised one knee, looking up in my eyes with a look of total trust.

"Now you either have to keep going or say "chicken."

"Don't you think you should say it, sweetie?"

"Why should I, Daddy?" she purred.

"Well, you really want me to ...um...?"

She smiled that evil smile again. "I want to see if you will, or if you'll be chicken." Was this about seducing me or was this a power game to her?

I slid my hand down another inch, to the top of her mound, then stopped. I could feel her pubic hair through the fabric of her shorts. She let out a little gasp, and started breathing hard again. I moved my hand down another tiny increment. I figured I might as well keep going. "I'm not gonna stop, Jenny, so you might wanna say "chicken" now." Another tiny movement down and this time she let out a tiny moan. I was on her mound now, an inch from her lips. She felt amazing.

"You're getting good...at...this game, Daddy," she said out of breath. I started to move my hand gently in a rubbing motion. She started moaning freely.

"Say it, baby," I whispered to her.

"No," she whispered back and spread her legs a little more.

"You'd better say it sweetie, or I'll be...touching you..." my fingers were still an inch away from the prize.

"No you won't, Daddy. You'll say "chicken" first."

She was right. I wanted to rub her pussy, to eat her out, to fuck her, but I wasn't going to. I couldn't. This had gone too far. Did she know that I was thinking these things? Was she willing to go there? I took my hand away and said "OK. Chicken. You win." I picked her up and stood her up on her feet. She looked down at me and seemed to admire my huge erection. I just sat there, exhausted, with my cock proudly standing up towards her, still wishing she would jerk or suck me off.

"I don't know if I won or I lost, Daddy," she said suggestively. I just shook my head, slapped her ass, stood up and walked out of the room. I went to my room and locked the door. Covered in embarrassment, confusion, sexual arousal and shame, I took my dick out and jerked off, my mind filled with thoughts of my little slut stepdaughter. I thought about fucking her pretty little mouth, about licking her clitoris and about fucking her hard from behind, all in the space of a minute. When I had come, I felt worse. How had I let this happen? I vowed that it would never happen again, but of course I only had so much strength when it came to her.

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The next day, Jenny and I went out to eat together. We did this a lot and always enjoyed the pleasure of each other's company. Ever since she was little, we had great, natural chemistry and it was easy making her laugh. Over lunch, we didn't speak about what had happened between us the day before, in fact she carried on as if everything was perfectly normal. I played along, hoping she had got this out of her system and we could return to a healthy father-daughter relationship. I made sure that I dressed conservatively, but was somewhat disturbed to see that Jenny didn't.

She was making the most of her new womanly body and went for a short skirt and a top with maximum cleavage. Despite all of my shame about the day before, I couldn't stop staring at her incredible ass and bust. Half-way through the meal, Jenny saw a friend of hers and got up to talk to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they kept looking over at me and giggling. After a few minutes, Jenny's friend left and said "Bye bye, John" in a seductive way with a cute little wave. Damn.

Jenny sat back down and smiled at me. "What were you two talking about?" I asked her.

"Oh, I told her that you were my boyfriend," she replied nonchalantly.

"Wait, what?" I said, shocked and appalled.

"That's right." She went back to eating, like nothing had happened. This chick was fucking nuts.

"Why would you say that, Jenny?"

"Because I like to have fun."

"I see. What else did you tell her?"

"I told her that you have a big dick and that I've sucked it, but pretty soon you're gonna pop my cherry." She said this without looking up at me and just carried on eating. I was too shocked to even answer.

After a few minutes I just said "That's never gonna happen, Jenny." It's all I could think of to say.

She just said "uh huh," dismissively, then, looking at me for the first time since this conversation started, said, "You like my necklace, Daddy?"

I looked at her. "Yes, it's lovely," I replied.

She leaned forward and pushed her tits together with her arms. "Take a good, long look. Sweet, right?" she said in a whisper. I looked down and the little necklace was bouncing between her breasts. She looked sensational. She then released her bust from her arms, setting them loose and shook them in front of my face. She giggled and I looked at her with a playful scowl on my face. "Pretty nice, huh, don't you think?" she said with a laugh.

"Yeah, pretty nice," I managed to say, but once again, she'd succeeded in making me aroused and embarrassed. Obviously, her little games from yesterday weren't over and she planned on fucking with me from now on. I was filled with anxiety, uncertain how to proceed, but carried on eating my lunch. Pretty soon, we were laughing and talking effortlessly and everything seemed OK. There was no denying we had great chemistry.

That night, Jenny went out with some friends and I felt somewhat relieved to be alone at home without the uncertainty of her attentions. I watched a movie and listened to some records as usual, and when I heard her return home, went to my room, locked the door and turned the lights out. I didn't want to hide from my stepdaughter forever, but I also didn't feel up to playing her games just then.

The week went by and I didn't see much of Jenny. It wasn't until I was lounging around at home on the weekend that I had the chance to really talk to her again. She had been out swimming and came home wearing a skimpy bikini and she looked so cute and sexy that I just melted. She gave me a friendly wave and ran into her room, I assumed to change, but reappearing a few minutes later, I saw that she hadn't.

"Why are you still wearing a bikini, Jenny?" I looked up and asked her.

"Why do you think?" she relied, somewhat enigmatically.

She stood over me and I saw that the outfit was barely covering anything. She put her hair up and looked off to the side, clearly posing for me. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander all over her incredible body and I immediately got hard and my pulse started racing. It got worse when she put one of her feet up on the ottoman and spread her legs. My jaw hit the floor and then she looked over at me and caught me staring. I looked in her eyes and shook my head at her, letting her know how outrageous I thought she was. She just smiled and maintained the pose.

She looked down at me, coughed, then sat down on my lap, her ass perfectly positioned to push against my hard cock. I was leaning back, and she gently fell onto me, pressing her tits against my chest, her arms going around my neck and her face inches from mine. "Hi Daddy," she said softly. I was overcome by desire for her and my barriers were all but gone. I put my left hand on her leg and my right arm around her waist. She felt so good and I just sat there, transported by her.