Chapter 1 – Birthday Girl
Quiet as I tried to be as I came home that Friday, it wasn’t good enough. I had barely closed the front door and slid Angel’s gift behind the couch discreetly when I heard her familiar voice call out from upstairs.
“Daddy? Is that you?”
She sounded a little nervous — I was rarely home before 6 and had been hoping she’d be out at the mall with friends, giving me time to plan her surprise properly. No such luck. “It’s me, babygirl,” I called out, smiling.
“Daddy!” Angel’s voice, now excited and breathy, came from the stairs, and I smiled up at my beautiful stepdaughter as she ran down to welcome me home.
Angel’s best described as a force of nature. Long, wild, curly red hair (natural) with big, deep, expressive eyes , full plump bee-stung lips and a pert button nose, her face could stop traffic, but that’s not where the perfection ended; I’d married Angel’s mom when Angel was just 16 and developing as a woman, but how she’d developed. Ripe 36DD tits (I’d taken her bra shopping once, which is a story in itself), a trim waist and smooth flat tummy, full hips and a round, firm ass with coltish legs completed the cock-stiffening ensemble. So if I smiled a little too wide as she bounced down the steps to greet me, if I indulged in a few not-so-fatherly thoughts as she jumped into my waiting arms wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and cutoffs? Sue me. Read more »