Amy hated her new step-mother, Angie, with all the passion any 14 year old girl can muster. As much as Amy hated Angie she loved her Daddy and was determined to once again make herself the focal point of all his attentions. If not sooner than later.
Angie, was the opposite of Amy in almost every way. Tall, elegant, shapely, blonde hair, blue eyes with an absolutely stunning body, while poor little Amy was short and dumpy as a young teenager with drab dark hair and a boyish figure. She was the proverbial "ugly duckling" while her step-mother was the beautiful swan.
Her heart filled with resentment when James ignored her to spend time with his new wife. Jealousy and resentment where her new best friends as she grew older.
Only her best friend April understood what she was going through as she too had a step mother she despised. April, who was two years Amy's senior, told her friend there was one sure way to get back at her step mother. When Amy curiously asked how April told her it was simple.
"Just wait to you get older, maybe 18 or so and have blossomed into the true beauty you are going to be...and then start to show off and flirt outrageously with your daddy."
Amy scoffed at the idea of her ever being beautiful but the rest of the idea surely appealed to her as Angie was a bit on the jealous side when it came to anyone other than her showing attention to James. It was about the only thing they had in common.
At the age of 16, Amy moved across the country with her mother. James said little in protest which deeply hurt her feelings. It would be two long years before she seen him again.
Finally she would have her attempt at vengeance as shortly after she graduated high school Amy would be spending the summer with James and Angie, and just as her best friend had prophesized Amy had indeed turned beautiful as she matured into a young lady. She was 18 now and was no longer an ugly duckling. The truth was she had turned into a true All America beauty. She carried her beauty with a divine grandeur that took everyone's breath away including her father's.
She was now 5' 1" and weighed 98 pounds. She had dark flowing hair that fell just past her shoulders in a soft cascade of beauty. Her skin tone was deep, dark and flawless as it was a nice mix between her father's light Caucasian features and her mother's pretty exotic mix of Spanish and South American Indian heritage.
But it was a pair of absolutely gorgeous tits that was the show stopping feature in Amy's arsenal of beauty. She had a pair of 32 D's that were the commanding feature of an already perfect body. Sitting atop her breasts like two large dollops of perfection were her crown jewels—a pair of very large areoles that were almost the size of silver dollars.
Once April got a look at Amy's new found beauty she giggled and told her best friend, "You must concentrate on wearing outfits that show those gorgeous tits of yours off Amy...in front of your Daddy. It will drive Angie insane with jealousy."
It seemed like a sound plan to Amy so when she went to the mall later that day with April they concentrated on buying her outfits that would do exactly that.
Things were going to plan as the long hot summer grinded on. Amy spent the days lounging out back by the pool in a variety of skimpy bikinis that caught the eye of James and raised the ire of Angie. She noticed smugly how they seemed to be fighting more and were not so "lovey, dovey" anymore with each other.
Finally, things came to a head in late August as James and Angie decided on a trial separation. Amy was delighted and worried all at once. Delighted that her father finally had the good sense to, at the very least, take a break from Angie. But worried that once she had to fly back across country to start college in the September that her daddy and Angie would reconcile.
It was the last weekend before she was due to fly out on Sunday afternoon and Amy, with April's encouragement, decided to pull out all the stops. James had to work late Friday so Saturday would have to be the day that Amy extracted a promise not to reconcile with Angie out of her daddy; a promise she was prepared to go to any lengths to get.
Saturday afternoon promised to be warm and sunny so Amy suggested to James they spend the afternoon lounging together out by the pool. She was prepared as she had just purchased a stunning new white string bikini that was as skimpy as hell and would show off her young, perfect 18 year old body to its maximum potential.
When his daughter came strutting out to the pool in her white bikini her father nearly fell over. He had seen Amy in bikinis before but this one was unequivocally spectacular. He simply could not keep his eyes off of his daughter that afternoon. The contrast between her rich, darkly tanned skin and the white skimpy bikini made for quite an exciting show.
Amy noticed her Daddy seemed to be having an incredibly hard time taking his eyes off of her, in particular her tits, and was simply delighted. She knew the way her large dark areoles pressed up against the tight whiteness of her bikini top in such a bewitching manner was what her daddy was staring at and this sent ripples of excitement through her young heart.
James felt guilty for staring at his daughter in such a bold manner but the two Jack Daniels and cokes he had slugged down that afternoon helped quell some of that guilt. Amy was drinking also as she had been sipping on wine coolers all afternoon which seemed to make her rather bold and flirtatious with him which was something he noticed with unabashed delight.
His mood had been growing dark as he missed his wife. Angie had announced she wanted the separation rather abruptly with little or no warning. He suspected she had been cheating on him with a younger man, or worse still younger men, but could not be sure.
James was nearly 50 now and while in the looks department he was not in bad shape, per se, but neither was he in really good shape. Sadly, he considered himself extremely normal, or average if you will, and maybe a bit boring.
The reality was the attentions of his beautiful young daughter were much welcome. That Amy would be leaving soon and he would be alone in the house made him willing to overlook the fact that maybe he was staring at her a bit too much. After all, he reasoned, she was leaving so he better stare while he could.
They decided to grill out that evening on the back porch. James went to the store to get T-bones, while Amy mentions she will go upstairs to shower and change for dinner. He was both relieved and disappointed all at once. Disappointed to see her change out of her sexy white bikini but relieved that at least the guilt from the way he was helplessly staring at her as she pranced around in it would be at an end.
James was out on the back porch sitting at the patio table relaxing when Amy came sashaying out in an outfit that almost made her white bikini look tame by comparison. She was wearing a pair of tight cut off blue jean shorts that showed off her toned legs and shapely ass to the nth degree but that was nothing compared to the dark blue tee shirt she was wearing. Half tee shirt that is as it looked like it had been attacked by a pair of angry scissors.
On her small frame his daughter's tits looked immense; a simple fact that James could not help but to notice. Now with Amy running around in her little half tee shirt James kept taking long sly, subtle glances that as the night wore on became less sly and less subtle. But the thing was Amy seemed to care very little that he was taking quite an interest in her body. The jagged edges of her tee shirt came down barely enough to cover her nipples leaving the whole lower third of her tits on full display. He tried his best not to stare but it was a losing battle
To wash away the guilt he mixed himself another Jack and coke. The strongest yet and much to his delight/horror he watched as Amy began taking bigger and bigger sips out of his drink. He could only imagine how much of a show off and a flirt she might become once drunk as for now she seemed relatively sober. He could hardly wait to find out so instead of discouraging her from sharing his drink he made her an equally strong one which she graciously accepted with a warm smile.
"I don't think we have ever gotten drunk together Daddy," she purred, "This could be fun."
"Yeah well, you're leaving so why not." He replied as he tried to concentrate on grilling the steaks. "It will be sort of a going away party huh sweetie."
"You must being getting drunk daddy as it's been a long time since you called me sweetie. That is a name I thought reserved for
