Anything He wants

I can’t let him be eaten up by that banshee. It’s just not fair to a great man like him.

That’s why I’m here. I mean, I’ve always had a small crush on my stepfather, but I never thought too much about it because he was with my mom. But now, now that he’s free from her, it’s not even that I want to act on

my attraction to him. I want to make him happy, like he tried so hard to do when he was living with us.

I don’t want him to remember our time together as something that nearly destroyed his life. I can’t let that happen: he’s too important to me. I’ll give him everything of me so that he can walk away from this whole shitty situation without fear or remorse.

I don’t know if he sees me that way. I don’t know what he’ll think. But I do know something: he loves-or loved-my mother and I’m almost a replica of her. Well, a replica of what she used to be. She was once a gorgeous woman when she and my stepfather met, but the ravages of so much debauchery and excess turned her into a fat and ugly woman. Her skin

became dull and saggy, wrinkled and dry. The transformation was startling, to say the least.

I, though, look exactly as she did when she was young. A thin brunette with amazing curves from top to bottom. Dark and exotic is how we’ve both been described. The only change I had to implement to make the comparison

between us uncanny was to curl my hair, forcing waves into normally straight hair. I gotta say, I like it a lot; it makes me feel incredibly adult and sexy. I’m just hoping it’s enough to convince him. To say ‘See? You don’t have to give up. You can have me, instead, and relive your life like you were younger.” If his love for my mother was based at all on her looks, then he’s going to have a hard time resisting me.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I don’t have much to eat,” he says, “but we can certainly go out and get a bite.”

“Maybe later, Daddy,” I reply. I grab the stool, resigned to the knowledge that it’s all I have to work with. I set it down in the middle of the room. “We can always eat afterward.”

“After what?”

I sit down on the stool, having to climb the two sets of support bars holding the legs together to ascend the tall seat. I swing the coat around so that I can sit comfortably without trapping it beneath me. I begin to unbutton my coat, my fingers slow and trembling, my heart speeding up as I feel my lips go dry. Oh God, I’m way more than a little nervous! I don’t know why I didn’t think I would be: I’ve never done anything even close to this before. I’m about to undress in front of a man, my stepfather of all people!

I stop myself and take a deep breath, steadying my hands and releasing the tension inside me. I go on, closing my eyes and focusing on my movements. The bottom button comes undone and I let the overly large jacket fall from my slender frame. It crumples on the floor around the stool with the whoosh of soft, folding fabric.

My daddy’s eyes go wide, his mouth hanging loose as the scene takes over his mind.

I’ll admit, I was decidedly sneaky when I chose this lingerie. I helped the image of my mother along by using an old bra and panties that she had stashed away from her thinner days. The panties are a basic black, but the bra is black with white lace trimming, circling my breasts to meet in the middle with a small pink bow. It’s purely decorative, but I sure as hell would have loved it if the simplest pull on it could cause the whole thing to come undone. There’s one last thing that makes the image all the more striking. The only difference between my mother and me is breast size: the bra squeezes my tits together, barely containing them in the small cups. My tits look heavy

and amazing, luscious in roundness and plump with flesh. If anything, I look way better than she ever did.

“Mindy… what are you doing?” Daddy murmurs, so shocked that he can barely get the words out.

I swat the butterflies in my stomach and remember my mission. Daddy deserves to be happy.

I fold my legs over the other, tightening them as I curve my hips. I pull on a strand of my hair, lightly playing with it in my fingers. “Don’t I look a lot like mom did?”

I look at Daddy. His eyes tell me everything as they search me up and

down, finding their way to my tits and having a hard time escaping their pull.

He swallows, his mouth probably drier than mine.

He clears his throat but doesn’t say anything, clearly stunned by my reveal.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” I say to myself as much as him. “I just wanted to show you how I looked in Mom’s old lingerie. Do you like it?” I subtly push my arms together, causing my compressed tits to strain against my restrictive top.

He nods and speaks absentmindedly, “Yeah, you do.”

I beckon him over with the wave of a finger. “Come here, Daddy.” He takes a step forward, moving closer but somehow keeping his distance. “Babygirl,” Daddy says, finally breaking the formality he’d been

showing me ever since leaving my mom as if we weren’t family anymore,

“I didn’t think you felt like this.” He shakes his head, unconvincingly, “I don’t think we should do this.”

“I didn’t feel like this, not until mom treated you like complete shit.” “She didn’t-” he starts, but stops himself when he knows that he’d be lying if he went on.

“My mom does some messed up shit, and I think she tried to ruin your life, whether she’ll admit it or not. She just doesn’t care. All she cares about is herself.”

His brow twitches as his frustration comes bare. He knows it’s true, but it still bothers the hell out of him.

“I think-” I start, having difficulties with words. “You’re the best man I’ve ever met in my life. You care so much… about everything…

about me. More than anyone else in the world could.” I reach for his

hand, taking it in mine as I caress his fingers. His hand closes around mine as

he listens. “I feel like I have to make up for every horrible thing my mother’s done to you.”

He shakes his head, “No, you don’t. Not at all. You’re not responsible for your mother’s sins.”

I nod. “I know. Maybe not responsible, but I think a good man like you has earned a good life. You shouldn’t have had to waste your youth chasing someone who never appreciated you.”

He chuckles, “I had you, baby girl. It wasn’t all wasted.”

I feel a tear welling in my eye, and I quickly reach up to stymie its fall. “That feels so good to hear,” I blurt out, emotion choking my voice, “I thought you were going to hate us, to hate me, for… you know.” “No,” he says, his hand rising to embrace my cheek, “not at all. I loved being a father to you.”

My hand goes to his, keeping his hand pressed against my face, hoping he never leaves. The thought of this man not being there for me is utterly agonizing. I’ll do whatever it takes for him to stay with me forever. “I want more than that, Daddy. I want you to start over. To have the life you always wanted.”

He doesn’t wait for any more words. He leans in and his mouth lands on mine, his lips soft and forgiving. I shudder, a surge of relief flowing through me. His kiss is gentle, his hand caressing my cheek as he minds me like a fragile china doll.

“Daddy,” I say, “you don’t have to be gentle with me. I’m a woman, not

a little girl.”

“You’re my little girl,” he says.