Storms of Passion
As far as Remy was concerned her stepmother was truly the bitch goddess from hell. All blonde hair and big tits, Remy could see why her grief-stricken father was taken in by Karen's physical beauty. True, Karen was there for him as Kenneth went through the horrible ordeal of watching his wife, and Remy's mother, waste away from the cancer ravaging her body.
But, after all, Karen was a nurse in the terminal cancer ward, so Remy figured it was part of her job to be nice to the family members of cancer patients. Sadly, in her opinion, her father took it to be much more than that and two years later they were married.
Now four years had passed and with her father's marriage tittering on the brink of collapse, him and Karen separated some four months ago, Remy was determined to make it do just that: collapse.
Remy, after turning eighteen just weeks ago, now considered herself a much worthier opponent than before. Back when Karen had roped her daddy into marrying her, she was a naïve fourteen year girl, but now she was not so young and possessed, or thought she possessed anyways, a few tricks up her sleeve that just might help facilitate the collapse of her father's marriage.
Remy's dad was desperately trying to hold onto the tatters of his second marriage which pained Remy to the point where she was absolutely determined to do whatever it might take to make sure her father did not reconcile things with her stepmom.
After they got married, Remy and Karen, despite Kenneth's best efforts to turn them into a nice little family of three, never got along. Things finally digressed to the point where shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Remy moved to the Philippines to stay with her grandparents. Her dad, much to her dismay, said little in the way of trying to stop her from moving, taking this as a sure sign he was siding with Karen over her.
Three long years later, she was now returning home to America for the first time since leaving. Remy strongly suspected her father was still carrying a torch for Karen and was doing everything in his power to try and win her back.
Well, Remy thought smugly to herself as approached her house, I will show him he has other options.
Remy plan at this point was twofold: first, assess the situation and if she thought it looked likely that Karen was attempting to weasel her way back into his life then the second part of her plan would be put into place with this being nothing short of seducing him.
She had everything planned in how the evening might go with the only question being in the end-- would she be brave enough to try and seduce her daddy--if it came to that.
Remy arrived at her dad's large house just outside of Boston at around four in the afternoon. She was on break from her college in Manila and was more than a little eager to put her plan into action.
After hauling her luggage into the house for her planned two week vacation they settled down in the kitchen, chatting idly about her schooling. Finally, after a few minutes Remy excused herself to take a hot shower.
"When I get back downstairs I am going to cook you dinner."
"What do you want me to do? Can I help maybe?"
"Sure go to the store and get some champagne."
"Champagne. So what are we celebrating little girl?"
Remy's heart skipped a beat as him calling her "little girl" brought back so many wonderful memories.
"My graciously choosing to spend my entire spring break with you, I mean, I thought that would be obvious. Just pick out something nice huh."
"Sure why not. I could use a drink I suppose... help me forget about my problems."
After getting out of the shower, Remy wandered into her old bedroom, her mind preoccupied with what she might wear for this evening's fun and games. It had to be something sweet and innocent, yet seductive, all at the same time.
She went through her suitcases looking at several different outfits, before rejecting each one for one reason or the other. Moving over to her old dresser, she yanked open the drawer, hoping the majority of the clothes she left behind would still be there.
Thankfully, they were still there and as she went through her clothes something finally caught her eye.
It used to be one of her favorite tops when she was about fourteen or fifteen years old. The top had the green face and body of Kermit the frog on it. Kermit was framed by a bright yellow background, and in big red letters, the words Kermit Rules was written. The top was both cute and innocent, in other words, the perfect look she was striving to achieve.
Holding the top up, hoping it would still fit she suddenly remember how this had been a birthday present from her father when she was still in junior high.
She quickly tried it on; liking how it still fitted her--just barely. She, of course, had filled out a bit in the past five years, which the cute little top aptly showed off. She especially liked how the top was a bit snug in the chest department, showing off her perky little 32 B boobs rather nicely.
Tight enough where he just might notice, she mused to herself as she admired how the top looked on her in the mirror on the back of her closet door. "Yeah, especially if I wear my new padded purple bra that makes my boobies look bigger," she whispered with growing enthusiasm.
Now she would just have to pick out something to go with it. She dug through her dresser drawer some more before finally stumbling across something that just might work in the form of one of her old skirts. It was a shiny black pleated PVC skirt and was the first real sexy thing she had ever bought a couple years back. Sexy enough where she dared not take it to the Philippines.
Thinking the sexy skirt would be a perfect "mismatch" for the innocent top, Remy hurriedly tried it on, finding, much as she suspected it would be, the skirt was both tight and short on her.
"This could be perfect," she whispered to herself before turning around to check herself out from behind in the mirror, only to find how the skirt was delightfully just barely long enough to cover her best feature: her adorable young ass.
As a final touch, Remy arranged her pretty, dark hair in the twin ponytails that added a cute, girlish, and sweet look to her already adorable appearance. The twin ponytails was a look never failing to elicit kind words from her father back when she was younger. She was just about to leave her old bedroom when she was hit with a perfectly devilishly idea.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she shut the door before retreating to her closet and before she could lose her nerve she reached up and under her skirt, removing her panties.
About an hour later, they were sitting in the dining room, enjoying a quiet dinner as they engaged in idle chit chat while sipping on some champagne. Remy had known her outfit hit a homerun when her daddy took a good long look at her as she came floating back downstairs.
Although he actually said nothing about how she was dressed, she sensed he was not at all disappointed.
Remy was waiting until the champagne buzz started to kick in for the both of them before she steering the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go.
After dinner, as she was working on her second glass of champagne and him on his third, Remy finally decided the time was right to have their quiet conversation take a serious turn.
"Daddy, do you miss Mom?"
"Of course sweetie. I miss her terribly."
He paused, looking at Remy seriously, before adding, "You know maybe I never noticed until right now how much you are beginning to look just like her."
