by Celia Styles
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Pleased by Daddy
By Celia Styles
Chapter 1
Jake jumped up from the couch when he saw his nineteen year old step-daughter, Brooklyn, walk into the living room in her matching bra and panties.
"Oh!" she cried and ran into the hallway. "I'm so sorry! I thought I was home alone. I thought you were out of town with my mom!" He could hear her voice growing quieter as she ran down the hallway to her room.
He stood at the end of the hallway, avoiding looking in the direction of her room. "We were supposed to go out of town for the weekend, but she cancelled it for work. Again. I thought she sent you a text about it," he called down the hallway.
Brooklyn came out of her room with some pajama shorts and a t-shirt on. "I never got a text from her." She held up her cell phone, scrolling through her messages.
"I am so sorry," he said. "If I'd have known, I would have told you myself."
She shook her head. "No, I feel awful. I realized I'd left my phone charger in the kitchen, so I went to get it before I got in my pajamas, assuming the house was empty."
"Let's just forget it even happened," he said, holding up his hand.
Brooklyn nodded and fetched her charger from the kitchen. "Would you like a beer?" she asked, opening the fridge.
Jake sat back down on the sofa. "That would be great, thanks."
He married Brooklyn's mother, Ella, nearly two years before. At first, their marriage was great. They regularly took time away from work to spend their weekends together. However, for the past six months or so, Ella worked much more. They often made plans to escape on a getaway, or even just go on a date, but she canceled more and more. They hadn't even been intimate with each other in nearly three months, and he was starting to wonder if she was having an affair.
Brooklyn sat next to him on the couch, handing him an open bottle of beer, holding onto another. He eyed it, knowing she wasn't legally old enough to drink. However, he chose not to say anything. She was an adult and old enough to make her own decisions.
"Thanks," he said as he clicked on the television.
There was some movie on about a couple who kept running into each other in weird situations, leading to them eventually falling in love. As the movie went on, he found himself losing focus. He kept glancing over at Brooklyn, who sat on the couch with her legs tucked up next to her. She was a beautiful woman and he couldn't get the way she looked in her black bra and panties out of his mind.
Shaking his head, he tried to force himself to focus on the movie.
* * *
Brooklyn smiled to herself as she noticed Jake repeatedly looking at her out of the corner of his eye. She could tell he was trying not to be obvious, but he wasn't having much success. Truth was, she knew he was home when she came out of her room in her bra and panties. In fact, she chose that particular pairing on purpose, knowing the lacey material would make her toned body look even better.
Jake was nearly twenty years younger than her mother, meaning he was only a few years older than herself. From the day her mother brought him home, Brooklyn was attracted to him. He was tall, dark-haired, and muscular. He kept his body in shape, working out at the gym on a regular basis. She'd been nearly eighteen when Jake married her mother and from the beginning, she always felt that there was a sexual tension between them.
She knew that he and her mother had been having problems for a while. She also knew that her mother was cheating on Jake with a man closer to her age for quite some time now. Brooklyn felt bad for Jake, but she figured this was her chance to get him in her bed. She tossed the idea around in her head for a few months, and when her mom sent her the text telling her she had canceled her weekend with Jake—yet again—she decided it was time to take action.
After showering and shaving her legs, Brooklyn picked out her sexiest pair of underwear and put them on. She listened, waiting to hear when he came home and settled in before she left her room.
His reaction was perfect. She'd watched as his eyes ran down her body and back up, stopping just briefly on her breasts.
It was time to enact her plan. Sighing, Brooklyn stretched her legs out across the couch. "Do you mind if I put my feet here?" she asked, placing them right next to his leg. "I need my legs to be straight for a few minutes."
As her feet lightly pressed up against his leg, Brooklyn noticed a stirring in the crotch of his pants.
Jake took a sip of his beer and shook his head. "Nope, that's just fine."
Leaning her back against the arm of the couch, she raised her arms above her head. Her shirt pulled up, revealing her flat belly. She watched Jake and noticed that he took in a sharp breath when he glanced at her. He chugged the last of his beer and placed the bottle on the table.
"Do you want another?" she asked.
"Sure, that would be great."
Brooklyn stood and took his bottle with her into the kitchen. She swayed her hips slightly as she left, and she could feel his eyes on her. Smiling to herself, she knocked something off the table, making it look as though it were an accident.
"Oops," she said and bent in half so that her ass stuck out toward him.
She heard him take in a quick breath. She smiled; her plan was working.
Grabbing the beer out of the fridge, Brooklyn asked, "What's my mom working on this weekend?"
Ella was a senior partner in a law firm, and she regularly worked long hours. Brooklyn knew, though, that this weekend was not one of those times.
Jake shrugged. "I don't really know. She never explains what it is that she needs to do." He chugged half of his beer before returning his attention back to the movie.
"Well, that's too bad," Brooklyn told him. "I don't have any plans this weekend. Maybe we should do something fun."
He looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "Like what?"
"I don't know," she replied. "Maybe we could go to the beach tomorrow. Make a day of it. Bring some food and beers and just have fun. I did buy a new bikini this week that I really want to try out."
* * *
Jake pursed his lips. The beach, beers, and Brooklyn in a bikini? With the way his mind was working, it probably wasn't the best idea. But he didn't really care. He was feeling frustrated about how things with Ella were going, and he thought that maybe relaxing at the beach would be a good way to blow off some steam.
Finally, he nodded and said, "Sure. That sounds like fun."
As the night wore on, Jake drank more. He began to feel tipsy after his third beer, but he didn't care. He wanted to get drunk and forget about everything that was bothering him.
The movie ended and another one began, but he wasn't sure what it was about. The people on the screen kept running around getting shot at, but he'd had so much to drink he couldn't focus.
About halfway through his eighth beer, he set the bottle on the table, deciding he'd had enough. Brooklyn leaned up against him, her hands gripping his arm.
Suddenly, she popped up. "Jake, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
He looked into her
green eyes. Her long brown hair was over one shoulder and she twirled a strand around her finger. "Yes," he said without thinking. "You are a beautiful woman."
She smiled. "If you weren't married to my mom and you saw me somewhere, would you hit on me?"
Jake knew he shouldn't allow the conversation to continue, but he decided he didn't care. "In a heartbeat. If we were at a bar and I saw you, you'd probably be surrounded by men who wanted your attention. But then I'd come up and pretend to be your boyfriend just to get rid of all those men and I'd have you all to myself."
Brooklyn pushed her lips up against his ear. "You can have me all to yourself right now."
Jake's eyes widened as she took her top off, revealing her perfectly rounded breasts. He sat there, staring at them, unable to move. Brooklyn reached down and grabbed one of his hands, placing it on her breast. He groan escaped the back of his throat and he felt his cock growing hard.
"Do you want me, Jake?" she asked, using her hand to help him massage her breast.
He gulped, knowing that what they were doing was wrong. "Yes," he whispered.
"Then take me," Brooklyn told him.
Without another moment's hesitation, Jake pushed himself toward her and pressed his lips against hers. Brooklyn moaned as he reached with his other hand and began to tease her nipples. They grew taut underneath his fingers and he lowered his mouth to one, flicking it with his tongue.
Gasping, Brooklyn arched her back, pushing her breast up against his lips. He took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck lightly, using his tongue to circle it. Brooklyn's hands worked at the button on his pants, followed by the zipper. She pushed him away and watched as she pulled his hard cock out.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "I never knew it was so big."
Jake smiled, quickly pulling her shorts and panties off. Pushing her back so that her head rested against the arm of the couch, he lowered his head. He kept his eyes on hers as he began to lick her wet pussy lips. Brooklyn moaned as his tongue flicked across her opening, teasing her.
She wrapped her fingers in his air as he slid a finger inside of her. While his fingers worked in a come-hither motion inside of her, he moved his mouth to her clit. Her pussy was clean-shaven and smooth, and he loved the way she tasted. He kept his tongue swirling around her clit while he lightly sucked. His free hand reached up and he massaged one of her breasts, running his fingers across her taut nipples and listening to her moans of ecstasy.
It took only a few moments before she was crying out in pleasure, an orgasm sweeping over her. Jake didn't stop—he kept his tongue flicking over her clit, ensuring the orgasm lasted a while. It wasn't until her cries softened and then stopped that he pulled away. Looking into her eyes, he saw desire. He raised himself above her and placed the tip of his cock at her opening, hesitating for just a moment.
"I want you inside of me," Brooklyn said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jake moaned and pushed himself inside of her, thrusting over and over.
"Oh my god," Brooklyn groaned as he pushed faster and faster, slapping his groin against her pussy. He supported himself with one arm and one knee on the couch. With his other hand, he rubbed her clit again.
Lowering his head, he took her nipple into his mouth once more. He listened to her cries of pleasure as he took her. Finally, she cried out, arching her back, another orgasm wracking across her body. Watching her in pure ecstasy sent him over the edge, and he pumped his load inside of her, pushing himself into her with each spasm of his own orgasm.
Chapter 2
The next morning, Jake woke to his wife packing a suitcase with her back to him. He sat up quickly in bed, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. "Hey, babe," he said, startling her.
She jumped and turned, placing her hand on her heart. "Oh. Morning, Jake," she said after a second.
"What are you packing for?" he asked.
"I've got to go out of town until Tuesday," she told him. "The firm is sending me to Chicago to meet with some prospective clients."
It was Saturday morning and Jake found it odd that they would ask her to leave over the weekend. "Can't it wait until Sunday evening?" he asked.
Ella shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. My flight leaves in two hours. I've got to be at the airport in twenty minutes."
Jake sighed. "Well, have a good flight, then. Will you call me when you land?"
"Of course I will," Ella said, nodding. "Brooklyn told me you guys were going to the beach today. I wish I could go with you, but this came up last minute. Have fun."
At the mention of Brooklyn, the night before came rushing back to him. He remembered her asking him if she was pretty, pushing himself against her to kiss her, eating her pussy, and sticking himself inside of her.
"Oh, yeah, we will," he replied after a moment.
Ella walked over to him and placed a kiss on his head. "I'll see you Tuesday," she said before walking out of the room.
When he heard the front door close, Jake jumped out of his bed and hurried to the kitchen. Brooklyn wasn't in there or in the living room, so he assumed she was still asleep. He couldn't believe he had allowed the night before to happen and he wanted to talk to her about it. While he waited, he brewed some coffee and started to cook some breakfast.
While he cooked, his mind raced. From what he could remember, Brooklyn had come on to him. That didn't make what had happened right, but at least he hadn't taken advantage of her in a drunken state. He had to admit, what they had done was pretty hot. Brooklyn was only a few years younger than he was and she was a legal age, so that wasn't a problem. It was only the matter that he was married to her mother.
Just as he set some scrambled eggs with ham and fresh fruit on the table, Brooklyn walked into the kitchen. She wore the same short shorts and t-shirt she had the night before.
"Good morning," she said with a wink.
"Morning," Jake replied. "I've made us some breakfast. I think we need to talk."
Brooklyn shrugged. "What's the point? We had sex. And it was hot. The end."
"Yes, but I'm your stepfather. I shouldn't have let that happen," he said, stabbing a piece of ham and egg with his fork.
"You're my stepfather, but you're barely six years older than me," Brooklyn pointed out. She popped a bite into her mouth and began to chew.
"Are you saying you don't regret it?" he asked, standing to pour them each a cup of coffee.
Brooklyn looked him in the eye as he sat back down, placing a mug before her. "No. I don't. Are you saying you didn't enjoy it?"
Jake looked at his plate uncomfortably. "No, I'm not saying that. It was actually quite incredible. But I know it wasn't a good idea."
"Would you do it again?" she asked.
He looked up, surprised by the question. It took him a moment to think about it and when he came up with the answer, he was surprised. "Yes. I think I would."
Smiling, Brooklyn said, "Then what's there to talk about?"
"I guess nothing," Jake told her. "I just hope it doesn't turn into a problem."
* * *
Brooklyn laughed to herself. She hadn't realized Jake was such a worrier, but at least she was able to seduce him. "It won't. Now, are we still going to the beach?" she asked. She cleared her plate while they talked and was now working on her coffee, wrapping her hands around the warm mug and lifting it to her lips.
Jake nodded. "If you still want to, then I say sure." He popped his last bite into his mouth and stood to clear their plates.
"Great," Brooklyn said. "I'm going to go get ready and then we'll pack some snacks."
She practically skipped to her room. She wasn't lying when she told Jake that the sex they'd had was hot. It had been on her mind for the rest of the night and she even had dreams about it. He probably was going to be on guard, but she hoped to be able to seduce him again. There was a small area along the beach that was hidden by rocks. If you knew how to get there, you could hide from everyone but still be able to see the ocean. She visite
d it several times with different men, and now she wanted to take Jake there.
Brooklyn heard him enter his room and figured he was changing into his swimsuit as well. She pulled her bikini out of the closet. It was black and barely covered the top of her breasts, but had a lacey fringe coming off the bottom. The panties were just as tiny. She couldn't wait to see Jake's reaction when he saw her in it. For now, though, she pulled a white sundress over the top.
Once she had flip-flops on her feet, Brooklyn went into the kitchen where Jake had already begun to put together snacks. She pulled out the cooler and began to place all the beers she possibly could in it. She figured if she couldn't tempt him sober, then maybe she could when he was drunk again.
Finally, they were ready after packing their reclining lawn chairs, towels, and an umbrella. Brooklyn grabbed her phone and her suntan lotion before climbing into the car, and then they were off. They lived pretty close to the beach, so it didn't take them very long to reach it.
Jake worked to carry everything from the car to the spot they had picked to relax. Once he was done and sat in the chair with a beer in the cup holder, Brooklyn stood and pulled her dress over her head. She watched as Jake choked on a sip he was about to take and smiled to herself. This was going to be a piece of cake.
She picked up her suntan lotion and leaned over so that he had a clear view of her cleavage. As she rubbed her suntan lotion into her legs, she risked a look at him from the corner of her eye and saw that his vision directed exactly where she wanted it to be.
Once she was done with her legs, Brooklyn stood up straight and held the bottle out to Jake. "Would you mind rubbing this into my back?" she asked.
He took the lotion, nodding his head, and chugged half of his beer before he squirt the lotion onto his hands and began to rub them across her back. The motions felt good and she sighed with pleasure. As he worked his way down her back, Jake's strokes grew longer and she could tell he was enjoying it.
Once he was done, he moved his hands back up to her shoulders and rubbed the lotion into them some more, before finally pulling away.
