Michelle woke early the next morning, cuddled under her quilt next to the naked, warm body of her best friend Kristen. She really needed to get up and ready for her 8:00 class at the junior college and she was pretty sure Kristen did too.
She had gone back to her friend last night, like her stepfather had told her to, but she hadn't had the nerve to tell her about her relationship with him. Rick would be disappointed that she didn't follow his directions. Her disobedience surely came with a punishment. A rush of desire ran through her at the thought.
Michelle quietly disengaged herself from Kristen's warm embrace and quietly slipped out of her bed. She pulled on her t-shirt and shorts from the previous night and headed for the kitchen.
Rick was in the kitchen making breakfast. The pancakes smelled heavenly and made it almost worth being out of bed at this ungodly hour.
"Good morning, sweetie," he greeted her. "I hope you worked up and appetite last night."
This last comment was delivered with a wink. Michelle was reluctant to tell him that she hadn't told Kristen that she and her stepdad had become lovers.
"Good morning, Daddy," Michelle replied as she approached and turned her face up to receive the kiss she knew he would have for her.
Rick turned to her, put down the spatula and took his nineteen year old stepdaughter into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her soft, pink lips, while wrapping her long blonde hair around his fist behind her head.
Their soft, sweet good morning kiss turned heated instantly. Rick explored her mouth with his tongue as he lowered his hands to her round little butt. He lifted Michelle onto the counter, spread her legs and stood between them as they continued to kiss.
"I missed you last night, baby girl," he confessed.
"I missed you too Daddy," she replied.
"The pancakes are burning," Kristen said as she entered the kitchen and walked over to take the skillet off the stove.
Rick leaned in and kissed Michelle again, pulling her hips more closely into him. He wanted Kristen to witness their passion. He could feel Michelle trying to pull away, but he immobilized her by taking her arms and holding them behind her back while he continued to nibble at her mouth.
"Oh my god!" Kristen cried. "What are you doing, Michelle? That's your dad!"
Rick turned to Kristen and corrected her, "I'm her step-dad."
"I take it you didn't tell her," Rick said as he turned back to look at Michelle.
Michelle lowered her head and shook it without speaking. She had let him down, disobeyed him. There would be consequences.
Confused and upset, Kristen quickly left the kitchen. She gathered her things and headed for the front door.
"No, wait, please, let's talk," Michelle pleaded as her friend stalked out of the house.
"Don't follow me," Kristen warned. "I just need some time to think. I'll text you later," she promised.
Rick came to stand behind Michelle as she stood in the doorway watching her friend's car pull out of the driveway at a speed guaranteed to alert the neighborhood watch.
He gently brushed her silky hair behind her ear and whispered, "You've been naughty, my sweet. Come inside and go straight to my bedroom."
"But Daddy, I'll miss my class," Michelle argued.
"Come inside and go straight to my bedroom," Rick repeated.
