Part 1 - The Twist Revised
Back in the corner booth of our family's favorite restaurant, I watch as my wife of 10 years takes a phone call and leaves me alone with my stepdaughter Jenni. Hmmm, maybe this is the perfect time to confront her with the news I got today from her school. Moving closer to my stepdaughter in the tiny booth, I watch as her mother leaves for some privacy, then I lean closer to her to keep our conversation quiet. "Well, Jenni. It seems we have a problem."
She looks at me with those crystal blue eyes and tries to give me that innocent look as if nothing was wrong, and so I continue; "I got a call from the Dean today and was told this little story about you and one of you professors." She starts to wiggle in her seat and then glancing off in the direction that her mother left, she asks if her I told her mother.
"No, not yet." I tell her and then scoot a bit closer, letting my hand fall on Jenni's leg and let it run slowly up, barely sliding under the edge of her skirt. Watching her jump, she goes to grab my hand and tries to move it off her leg. I laugh at her childish behavior and shake my head at her. "No little girl... the gloves are off and I know of all your games you have been playing at school. Seems the Dean and I had a very long talk about you today and I have an appointment with him Monday morning to see if you will continue there. I am sure you mother would love to go with me unless you and I can come to some kind of arrangement very soon."
As the realization of my news sinks in, I watch fear cross her eyes as she waits to see what is going to happen next. My hand starts to make small circles on her inner thigh and as we both look to see what I am doing. It suddenly sinks in and she looks back up at me.
"What do you want?" she asks me with a bit of uneasiness in her voice.
I lean back a little, making the circles trace now in figure eights across that velvety skin. Smiling at her, knowing I have her where I want her, I say. "Well, it seems that you need some parental supervision and I am the one to give it to you. It is about time Daddy takes care of his little girl like he should have, when i started to hear the rumors about your unusual behavior."
Shaking her head quickly, I watch as her blond hair moves about her shoulders and can see she is not happy with this idea but I continue with my statement. "So from now on there are going to be a few changes to your schedule. First you're not going to be dating anymore and second your weekend visits will be at home until further notice." Wanting to shock her, I give her my final rule; "From here on out, you will do as I tell you and become my little slut."
I see her small hands clench in fists at her side and seeing as my words soak in, I move in closer to her... my hand moves up higher along her leg near her pussy. A thought comes to me and out of curiosity, I move near her ear to whisper my question. "I bet you're not wearing any panties. Are you Jenni?" Seeing her eyes go wide, I know I am right and before she can react. I move my fingers now up near her small triangle, feeling the hairs on her pussy....continuing in a low voice; "I bet you're still wet from your professors cum... aren't' you? All filled up, Jenni? Oh you're such a bad girl?" And with that, I quickly push one finger and then a second into her cum filled pussy. Letting my fingers move in and about, seeking her little nub. I rub it a few times knowing she would be tender after her earlier fucking and then notice her hips slightly move...and she starts to squirm up against my hand but also tries to move away.
Watching her face and it shows the turmoil in her of both disgust and surprised pleasure. Then her eyes go large as she is looking over my shoulder and turn to see her mother approach, I move my hand up and over to grab the cloth napkin near her as if I was not doing anything out of the norm. Then as I wiped my hand off, I hand it back to Jenni... telling her to put it in her purse and she better think about her decision very quickly.
My wife has an excited look as she arrives back to our table and I ask her what is up. She tells us that my sister-in-law is having labor pains and wants her to stay the night. Since my sister-in-laws' husband is out of town, she would need a ride to the hospital. Containing my excitement on how fortunate this helps my plot, I tell her we can drop her off on the way home and if she wants, and I'll bring a change of clothes over in the morning. Jenni now becomes excited and asks if she can come along and I jump in telling her no. That she would be in the way and it may take hours, possibility of a few days until the baby comes. I see the angry look in my daughter's eyes but then her mother nods in agreement. As we gather our coats and leave, I see my daughter throw a worried look at me as she sees I am far from done with her.
As we dropped off my wife, I requested my daughter to move up to the front seat. Seeing as my wife thought this was a good idea, I watch my wife open her door, waiting for Jenni to get out and take the seat. Ahhhh, how fate kindly looks down on me.... This has been long over due. As I am ready to pull out, my wife comes around to the other side of the car to kiss me goodbye and I know this is my chance to mention Jenni's school issue. Not wanting to give too much away. I tell her that her school called and I will deal with it since I know she will be busy with her sister. She peeks into the car window to look at Jenni, and asks if there is anything they should know. I quickly reassure my wife telling her it is probably nothing, and just time for our donations. Watching her nod her head in agreement she heads on in and we start to drive off towards the freeway.
I hear my stepdaughter make a small sigh of relief and I go ahead and ask her; "Well, have you made a decision?" A few more miles down the road and still no answer.
I start to turn on my blinker so to take the next exit to turn around and she quickly blurts out. "Wait...no...we can talk but I just don't know what you want me to say."
Seeing as now she is talking to me, I turn off the blinker... knowing we had about 30 minutes 'til we arrived home. Giving a chuckle at her inexperience, I say; "I see... so you have no thoughts about what we talked about at the restaurant and so I guess I should just take you back to your mom and you can tell her and your aunt about school?."
Quickly her face shows horror and she reaches out to grab my arm. I shake her off but now I know I have her where I want her. Tears start to roll down her cheeks and she says. "No! Please... we can talk. There is no harm to just talk. Just don't turn around."