Lisa has just turned 18, and with her mother away for two months on an extended business trip. she's ready to take her last summer before college a memorable one. She's left with her stepfather, Doug, and he'll just keep his distance, she hopes.
When he catches her fooling around with a boy in their pool, Doug decides that the time has come to train her how to behave. But she's not a woman yet -- will she become one the way he wants?
WARNING: This 4000-word erotic interlude includes explicit scenes of sexuality between an ex-military man and his nubile, horny stepdaughter.
Excerpt:
It wasn't like my stepfather was a bad guy or anything; I liked him well enough. He was just so serious. My mother had never put too many boundaries on me, growing up, and while I appreciated the freedom I had never given her any reason to worry. I was one of the good girls, never going too far with the boys, never getting into trouble or getting too drunk or doing too many drugs. But a year ago Doug had moved in, and all that started to change.
He wasn't a tyrant or anything; he just seemed to disapprove of almost everything I did. School and sports were fine, but anything else--going to the mall, talking on the phone or on chat, even watching a movie on Netflix--brought out the angry scowl.
He was a military guy, not that I knew much about that. He was early into his forties, about the same as my mother, and he had made a fair amount of money on the stock market so he didn't work. He just didn't understand women, I figured.
My mother had been sent away to Korea for two months with work, and had left just the week before. We kept a respectful distance, Doug and I, in the meantime. He took me out for an uncomfortable dinner for my birthday, which was nice of him, but I figured that now I was eighteen, we'd just stay out of each other's way for the summer.
That illusion was shattered when my door flew open and he marched into my room. I was frozen with fear, and pulled the covers up to my chin. "What are you doing?" I said--actually I kind of squealed it, though I didn't want to.
"Up," he ordered. "It's already eight-thirty."
"I don't have school today," I protested.
"Up," he said, and grabbed the corner of the bedcovers. I held tight, but it was no use; he pulled the covers out of my hand and flung them off the bed.
The cool morning air reminded me that I had put on only a t-shirt the night before--nothing else. I clutched the hem and tried to hide my bare snatch. I hadn't shaved it for him, if that's what he was thinking.
He didn't seem to notice, though. "Downstairs in two minutes," he said.
"No," I answered. Our eyes locked, and I was sure I was glaring just as hard as he was.
"Two minutes," he repeated, and walked out, leaving the door wide open.
I wasn't going to put up with this. Dirty old man, coming in to try to see me half-naked, telling me to get up when I didn't even have to.
But I felt a slight tingling, too, a little bit of the naughtiness I felt when I watched porn. He did want to see me naked, didn't he? That was good to know. I'd have to use that sometime. Somehow.
I reached down and ran a finger along the outer lips of my pussy. Just yesterday, I'd had Jason's finger right there. I wondered--
Then his footsteps came thudding quickly up the stairs, and I pulled my hand away just in time as he rounded the corner into my room. He didn't say anything, just grabbed me by the upper arm and literally dragged me out of bed and to my feet...
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