The father suddenly found himself sitting in his kitchen apparently waiting for something, or was it someone. He glanced at the clock on the wall. From the soft moonlight streaming in through the window he could barely make out the time. It was an hour or so shy of midnight on this cold and stormy Halloween night
.
What day was it Saturday? No wait. Sunday maybe... He was not sure. He shook his head trying to bring his thoughts into focus and then decided for whatever reason that the day was not important. What was important, and he knew this deep down inside his tortured soul was it was the anniversary of his death. Four years ago on a cold stormy Halloween night, much like this one, the cancer he had been battling for the last 15 months had finally come in all its ugly glory to claim his life.
As he rests in the kitchen quietly, waiting for his senses to come alive, waiting for the pain of his
awakening
to subside, Ellie comes bounding into the kitchen followed closely by his wife. They were both talking and giggling.
He had been sitting in the far corner slumped in one of the kitchen chairs. The girls will not notice him, of that he has made certain, as he has made himself a part of the dark shadows that reside in the corner.
Ellie flips on the small light above the sink and turns to Missy saying something he cannot quite catch. Ellie had just turned 20, but despite her advanced age now, she was still just as cute and adorable as always. Ellie was just so sweet, so innocent, and oh so adorably cute and cuddly that she would make even the sweetest of puppy dogs look menacing in comparison.
Ellie, named after her grandmother on her father's side, was the product of a mixed marriage. The father was a handsome Caucasian man in his own right, but when standing next to his gorgeous African-American wife he was hardly noticed at all.
Ellie hit the genetics lottery as she adapted the finest traits from both her mother's and father's races. Her unblemished skin seemed to be coated with brown sugar as she had a complexion that was a near perfect combination of dark and light. Indeed, her light ebony skin glowed with dark beauty, only adding to the extreme beauty of her picturesque face.
The show stopper for young Ellie was her big dreamy eyes, full of sweetness and innocence topped by long feather- like languorous eyelashes. These eyes, with their dark stunning beauty, held such power that when she turned them on her daddy, not once did they ever fail to melt his heart.
In addition to her fawn like eyes, Ellie was blessed with a pert little nose and full sensual blossom-pink lips that, due to several factors, had yet to be tasted by others outside of her immediate family.
Her delicate smile, which came easily especially when in the presence of her daddy, had a spellbinding quality to it that was accented by her perfectly shaped dazzling white teeth.
Her long dark hair, which much to her daddy's chagrin, she kept more often than not pinned up, when let loose fell, in a cascade of dark beauty just past her shoulders.
There was precious little that was not perfect about Ellie physically, and that included her well sculpted figure. She was small, at only 5' 3" and 117 pounds, but was well put together; her nicely sized 32 B breasts, and gorgeous perfectly shaped ass, which was neither soft and squishy, nor hard and solid, but somewhere balanced perfectly in between, garnered her much attention.
She worked out constantly and was proud of her well-toned abs and legs, which she loved to show off as she tended to wear chic, shredded clothes in a mutinous way, which showed off a maximum amount of skin. She also seemed to regard underwear, bras in particular, as the enemy. She rarely wore them even as she became older and more developed.
Her favorite tops were shredded half tee shirts that would barely cover those perky little breasts of hers. She liked her tee shirts to be light colored so they would better show off her dark ebony skin. Light colored and skin tight, which allowed for the fact she never wore a bra, while running around the house in her little half tees, to be amply noted.
She more often than not coupled her half tee shirts with a pair of tight daisy duke shorts, or a short little mini skirt, depending on her mood. During the summer, she spent long hours working on tanning her already dark skin laying out by the pool in a variety of multicolored bikinis. Ellie, in short, was a show off, but yet she did it in such a sweet innocuous way that it did not seem that way somehow.
Her father took careful note of the way his daughter dressed, proud yet dismayed all at once. Proud because he had a confident daughter who was not afraid to flaunt her God given beauty, which was the way the father thought it should be, despite his quiet misgivings that maybe she flaunted it a bit too much, especially around him. The dismay came when Ellie was in a "flaunting mood" he simply could not keep his eyes off her young, nubile body.
Many that knew her, but only from a distance, thought Ellie was a bit of a cock tease, more so maybe because her personality which always seemed to be cheerful, bubbly, and most ladylike, also tended to be teasing and fun loving.
But anyone that knew her well understood that Ellie, above all else, was sweet and innocent. They also understood she was a look, but don't touch type of girl, and if that was being a cock tease, well so be it.
Ellie as the age of 20 was still a virgin, as pure and innocent as freshly fallen snow. She had yet to be touched by a boy, or a girl, for that matter; had yet to be even so much as kissed by anyone except her parents. She was extremely naïve and innocent when it came to all things relating to sex.
Ellie, as an only child, was the love and light of her very over-protective parents, in particular her mother. Sadly her mother had been killed in a fatal car accident shortly after Ellie turned 13, which only caused her father to be even more overly protective of his only child.
He sent her to an exclusive, private all girls Catholic school were Ellie was an all A student and one of the nuns favorites. She was actually studying to become a nun herself as a simple, uncomplicated life held great appeal to the young girl. She had not reached a final decision yet, but the idea of becoming a servant of the church was definitely something she was seriously considering.
As a result she never dated, even if her daddy would have let her, which he would not have, nor took much of an interest in boys in general.
She had very much decided, if she was going to give up a life of simple chastity it would have to be for the near perfect man, rather than settle for someone less than perfect, and in young Ellie's mind there was only one near perfect man—her daddy.
But was there someone out there like her daddy, sweet, charming, intelligent, handsome, romantic...could there be? She was determined to wait and see and wanted to be unknown to man if she was to meet her ultimate prince charming.
After the mother died in a tragic car accident, Ellie and the daddy became incredibly close for a good little while as they were both lost in mourning for the woman they both so dearly loved. Then sometime after Ellie turned 15, her daddy met
her,
Missy, the blonde bitch goddess from hell. Met and married her that is.
Ahh yes, Missy and Ellie—a study in contrasts. Missy was your typical California bleached bomb bimbo. She was 5" 5", 129 pounds and had size 32 E tits along with a well-shaped set of legs and a super sweet ass. Her skinny size 22 waist made her large, enhanced boobs look gigantic. The father cared little they weren't 100 percent real; hell he paid for them. What mattered was the best plastic surgeon in all of Southern California had done his job well. Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic.
Her bleached blonde hair fell to her shoulders, which worked well with her unblemished complexion which was tanned to a deep golden bronze from hours of worshiping the sun in a wide variety of skimpy bikinis. At the age of 24, she was what one might refer to as a trophy wife.
The platinum blonde, with the big baby blue eyes and enormous breasts, stopped just about everyone who met her dead in their tracks, including the father. His many friends laughed when the father married her. They whispered behind his back, "He's 53 and she's 24, it will never last. She only married for money. "
