Daisy was a bad, bad girl. She played with herself every day, sometimes more than once. She made herself come all over her fingers imagining her step daddy. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't help herself. Daisy was 19, two years ago her mother remarried. She was amazed that her mother snatched up a guy like that. Tom was gorgeous. He had muscles, he was tall, and he had dark blonde hair that was always ruffled up like he just got out of the bed. He had deep green eyes and a full mouth with a beautiful smile. She was left lusting for him since the moment she saw him. She couldn't have him, and she couldn't be happy for her mother either so all she ever did was fight him. It was the only way she could hide how much she desired this man. He was forbidden fruit to her in every possible way. The more she wanted him the more she behaved like a spoiled selfish brat.
She went to the bathroom to shower after her morning activities. She stopped by the mirror and looked at herself -- she wasn't very tall but she was a gorgeous young girl. With perky tits, long legs, slim waist and a round ass. She had a nice figure all right, but it was her face that was the best part. She had chocolate eyes with long eyelashes that were so warm and inviting. She had light brown hair that fell to her waist, and big pouty lips that looked delicious. She had that perky youth aura about her that nobody was immune too; she was nice to everyone but her stepfather. She knew she should change her ways, she said that to herself every day, but even the best laid plans usually go to waste.
She put some short pants and a t-shirt and went downstairs to get breakfast. They lived in a pretty big house with a pool, which she used shamelessly for tanning and swimming that summer.
"Morning." -- She mumbled when she saw that only Tom was in the kitchen. "Where is mum?" -- She asked. Tom was sitting at the kitchen island, reading his papers and eating some French toast, he didn't even bother looking at her. "She went away on a business trip. She didn't want to wake you up. She will be back tomorrow. "
"TOMORROW?" -- Daisy raised her voice in disbelief. She never stayed home alone with him. Oh no, this was not good for her well-being. Not good at all.
"Lower your voice Daisy. I'm really in no mood for your attitude this morning. Yes, she will be back tomorrow, she placed you under my care and I expect you to behave. No going out. I manage you are capable of following through for one night, aren't you?" -- He raised his eyes from the paper and gave her a stern look.
"Well, I suppose I have no other choice, do I? What else your highness? Do I have to pretend to be a maid for you today?"-- She asked him with contempt in her voice. He looked at her with his eyebrow raised. He scanned her from head to toe slowly. She gulped, he never did that. He usually just treated her like a spoiled little brat and ignored her. She felt her stomach churn.
"Careful now honey. Don't make treats you can't keep. But I am sure if nothing else, the uniform would fit you like a glove."