Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (20 page)

When she stopped to really
consider it, she knew it was him that took care of her, that was
the only parent in the house. Sure, her mother was around
(sometimes), but she was no parent. She was also no wife. She often
wondered how the woman had managed to get a man like her
step-father. Her mother spent half her time around town in the beds
of other men.

She knew her step-father liked
to be called Daddy, too. She figured it was because he had always
wanted children. That was her guess, at least.

“Come on, Jimmy!” she snapped,
looking at the boy. It was ridiculous that he had trapped himself
trying to climb
out
of a window! He was hopeless. He’d
somehow managed to get his jumper sleeve hooked on the sill, and
was in danger of seriously hurting himself if he slipped.

Mara sighed and looked at the
floor, her heart racing. She really didn’t want her Daddy to catch
her. And she wasn’t entirely sure why. Oh, sure, he would punish
her. But that was okay. She could take that. Maybe it was because
she didn’t want to disappoint him. Didn’t want to see him get
hurt.

She did like her step-father. He
was a nice man, was handsome, and the fact that he was a paramedic
kept him in shape.

But she stopped herself from
going any further than that, like she had so many times before. He
was her step-father! Those kind of thoughts were not just
inappropriate… they were
wrong!

She quickly squeezed into a tank
top, wishing she had more than the skimpy piece of clothing nearby.
She had barely managed to get her panties on when she heard a knock
on the door.

“H-hold on!” she shouted, her
voice hitching. She knew that she had just incriminated
herself.

“What’s going on, Mara?”

“Nothing, Daddy. Just, I’m
changing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Jimmy!” she whispered.
“Go!”

“I’m coming in, Mara.”

“No, wait!”

The door opened, and in the
doorway stood her step-father, his mouth agape, his eyes hurt. She
could just imagine the sight. Her, in her tiny tank top, nipples
still hard, and her skimpy panties that did little to hide her
womanhood.

And half out the window was a
boy, jumper and trouser somehow caught on sill and in the hinge,
his face frozen in panic. He looked like the village idiot.

“You,” he said, pointing at the
boy. “Get inside here this instant.”

Jimmy gulped and nodded, and as
he tried to climb back in the window, his other leg caught on
something, and he fell forward, tearing his jeans and jumper, and
landed in a crumpled, messy heap on the floor. He got to his feet
as quickly as he could, unable to mask how unhappy he was that he’d
just torn some of his clothing.

“You’re as stupid as you look,”
Mara’s step-father chided, “for trying to go out the window. We’re
two stories up, the roof is slatted and slippery, and you could
have been seriously hurt, you giant dolt.”

“It was—” Jimmy started,
gesturing at Mara with his hand.

“Yes?”

“N-nothing, Sir.”

“Now get out of the house, now!”
Mara closed her eyes when Jimmy began to turn to the window again.
“No, you idiot!” her step-father barked. “Out the front door!”

“Right,” Jimmy whispered,
slinking past them and running down the steps.

“Really?” her step-father said,
turning to her. “Again?”

“Daddy—”

“I don’t want to hear it
Mara.”

She marshaled the courage to
look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” He was looking down at
her, his face mad and annoyed, but she saw it soften up almost
instantly. “Really,” she added, her voice thick and wet. She wasn’t
putting on a show. She thought she might actually cry. She felt
that
bad. Her step-father, the man who had looked after her
for nearly her entire life, was visibly disappointed and upset.

“Damn it, it’s fine, baby,” he
said. “Just… come on, Mara! You’re better than that!”

“Can I explain?”

“Do you have to?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.”

“I just… I’m… I want a man!” she
said, turning away. “But there are only boys who want me.”

“That’s not true.”

Mara looked back at her
step-father, daring to hope. “What do you mean?”

“There are plenty of horrible
men out there who would gladly have it on with you. You just
haven’t met them, and I’m glad for that every day.”

“Oh,” Mara whispered. Her heart
was racing, but he had not said the words she wanted to hear.

“Mara,” he began, before
pausing.

“What, Daddy?”

“You know you’re acting like a
slut, don’t you?” Mara opened her mouth but couldn’t think of what
to say. That had been unexpected! She’d never heard her Daddy talk
like that to her before.

“It seems like whenever I come
home,” he continued, “you’re in here with some guy. It’s always a
different guy, too!”

“Hey,” she said, looking at him
out of challenging eyes. “You wouldn’t understand!” She wanted to
shut her eyes and bang on her head with her fist for using such a
trite cliché. “Besides, I’m over eighteen. I can do what I want.
I’m an adult now!” There was another cliché, she thought, groaning
inwardly and hating herself for letting it come out.

“Mara—”

“Daddy, I already said I’m
sorry. Please don’t be angry at me.”

“I’m not angry.”

“Then what, Daddy? What are
you?”

She saw him take a breath, but
he hesitated to speak. She took a step closer to him, and noticed
his eyes travel up and down her body quickly.

“Come on, Daddy,” she said, her
voice barely a whisper. “What’s wrong?”’

“Mara,” he said, stepping back.
His eyes once again tried to roam down her body, but he seemed to
catch himself, and fixed them on her face. “Do you really want to
be like this? A different guy every week? Do you want to be the
neighborhood lay?”

“Hey!” she said, widening her
eyes. “Cut the moral indignation, Daddy! I don’t need this.” She
turned away from him, mad that he was looking down at her from his
high horse.

Or was it something else? She
knew he was hurt. She hated that she had hurt him. She decided to
take another stab at it.

“Daddy,” she began, shrugging
her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know what to say. I’m a young
woman now. I want… things. Can’t I have them?”

“But like this?”

“It’s not like I can have what I
really want.”

“Oh? And what do you really
want?”

Mara watched his face as he said
it, and she could see that as soon as he’d said it, he regretted
it. She knew that he knew he’d just opened a door.

“I want a man,” she said,
looking at her step-father. “I want a man who knows how to take
care of me. I want a man who knows how to please me!”

Her Daddy said nothing. She
could see that the rise and fall of his chest had quickened, and
she chanced a step forward. He didn’t move. She took another step
toward him, and rested a hand on his chest. “Don’t you take care of
me, Daddy?”

Still he said nothing. He wasn’t
recoiling, and he wasn’t nervous. She could tell that he was
excited, and when she looked down, she caught a brief glimpse of a
bulge in his trousers.

“Maybe you’re right,” she said
with a heavy sigh. “Maybe I
am
just a little tramp. But it’s
only because I haven’t been able to get a man that I trust… a man
that I need.”

“Mara,” he said, his voice full
of conflict.

“Daddy, I’ve got something I
need to tell you.” She pressed into his body, and rested her head
on his shoulder.

“Mara—”

She ignored his protest, instead
opting to run her hands up and down his chest. She could feel his
athletic body beneath the thin shirt he wore.

“The truth is,” she said, “and I
know it’s wrong! But the truth is,
you’re
the man I
want.”

“Mara!” he said, this time with
more conviction. “This is not what I meant.” He pushed her away
from him, and took a step back putting his thumb and forefinger to
his forehead.

“Daddy!” Mara cried, following
after him. She once again pressed her body against his, once again
buried her face into his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel
the same way because I know you do! I’ve figured it out. I just
figured it out now, actually, but I know it now. And it all makes
sense now.”

“What are you talking
about?”

“Why you’re always so protective
of me, why you treat me like I’m the best thing in your life. Why
you’re always so upset when you catch me with a boy.”

“Mara, you are the best thing in
my life… but not like that.”

“Really?” she said, looking up
at him. She knew he was caving. She knew that he had to put up a
protest, that it was what he
had
to do. But she knew she
would break through that barrier. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then,” she began, before biting
her lip and cupping his groin. She almost gasped at what she felt
there. He still didn’t move, but in his eyes she could see burning
lust. “Why are you hard?”

A quiet settled over them, a
thick tension surrounding them, but not existing in between them.
This was it, the tipping point. She knew it. She was already
longing, already hungry. She could feel her own wetness in her
underwear, and knew that she wanted… no, knew that she
needed
her Daddy to take her, to pleasure her, to love
her.

She watched the towers of his
inhibition crumble. She saw the exact moment when he gave in.

“I love you, baby,” he
whispered, leaning down and kissing her. It started soft, but in
seconds was all tongue and teeth and fire. She squeezed his
manhood, felt his hardness like an iron bar. She couldn’t wait to
have him inside her.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned as he
began to kiss down her neck. “Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve
wanted this.”

“Me, too, baby,” he groaned.
“Oh, me too.”

His hands were insatiable,
taking in every feature of her body. She felt them run down her
back, stroke the sides of her hips, caress the outsides of her
thighs, move inside and give them a squeeze. She felt his hands
traverse the curve of her bum, squeezing, kneading, as though her
flesh were an oasis in an endless desert.

His hands then made their way
under Mara’s tank top, and he was massaging her breasts, tweezing
her nipples, rolling them gently before pulling them. She leaned
down and found his mouth again, and the heat of the kiss was
palpable.

“Oh, Daddy,” Mara moaned. “I
love you, too. I want you to take me.” She pulled back and led him
to the bed, sitting down on it and spreading her legs. She could
see that she had left a wet patch in her underwear, and she knew he
could see it, too.

She leaned back, and watched as
he took off his shirt. He had a goody body, and she hated that she
hadn’t seen much of it before. It was only those times when they
were at the beach or pool that she had occasion to see it, and even
then, he always preferred to wear a t-shirt.

She sat back up and began to
feverishly work at his buckle. His hands found the back of her head
as she unclasped his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and undressed his
lower half. His briefs came down with his trousers, and she gasped
when she saw his manhood, rock hard and huge, and his helmet
glistening with his own pre-cum juices.

“Daddy!” she said, putting a
hand to her mouth. She looked up at him, her lips pulled into a
smirk. “Wow.”

“You like it, baby?” he asked,
still stroking the back of her head.

“Yeah,” she said, grinning. She
leaned onto him and took the tip of his cock into her mouth,
tasting his pre-cum’s mild flavor, inhaling his manly scent with
each breath she took.

She could only just fit the bell
in her mouth, and she sucked on it, drawing more blood into it,
before she began to rub her tongue against the back sliver of skin
where she knew it would make him feel good.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned in
approval, and it made her swoon internally. She wrapped a hand
around his shaft, feeling its thickness, girth, and rigidity. She
was nowhere near being able to touch her thumb and forefinger
together. Her mind was already racing forward, wondering what it
would feel like to have her Daddy inside her.

She began to jerk him, pumping
him while she sucked on his tip, bobbing her head up and down on
his manhood. He pressed his hands harder on the back of her head,
and Mara was determined to give her Daddy the best blow job of his
life, determined to please him.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned as she
worked him. She’d sucked on dicks before, but she’d never enjoyed
it as much as she was now.

“Baby, no, wait,” he said,
pulling back. His thick cock came out of her mouth with a spring,
and she looked up at him, worried.

“Didn’t you feel good,
Daddy?”

“Mara, you have no idea,” he
said, his voice hoarse. “But your Daddy wants to please you,
now.”

She nodded, allowing herself to
be guided back down to the bed. She lifted her feet onto the bed,
spreading her legs with her knees up, and watched, panting, as her
Daddy lowered himself onto her.

He pulled her tank top gently
over her head, and then soaked in the sight of her naked breasts.
“I’ve always thought you looked amazing,” he said, his voice full
of sincerity. And then he was on her breasts, suckling on one
nipple while tweezing the other.

Mara moaned softly, bucking her
hips, pressing her womanhood against the base of his erect penis.
She could feel his tip in between them, a thick and sexy wedge that
pressed into her stomach.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned as he
sucked her other nipple while massaging her breasts. “Can I ask you
to do something?”

“Anything.”

“Will you lick my pussy?”

“I wanted to do just that,” he
confirmed, grinning at her. He began to kiss his way down her body,
his tongue darting out sporadically to wet her supple skin.