Belinda was not shy about playing with herself around her stepfather. She would stake her claim on the downstairs sofa in front of the TV and put on one of the old man's XXX DVDs from the trunk in the closet, and spend the night down there, jilling off with the volume at a pretty high volume. Ever since her Mom had left she had been acting out in different ways and excused her damp panty prancing about by telling her step-Daddy, "Mommy said touching wasn't something to be ashamed of, so I don't know why you're giving me those looks."
Belinda resented her step-Daddy for driving away her Mom with his slobbing and neglect, but she was even more pissed at her Mom for bailing and leaving her alone with Brendan. 'Call him Dad' she said, like he wasn't just another boyfriend shacking up with her Mom for convenience and the paid-off house, only this one was the keeper because he offered something real. So Belinda's Mom claimed.
Belinda knew what that was, when she used to hear her Mama taking Brendan's offering good and deep, screaming in pleasure barely muffled behind her closed bedroom door. While Belinda was pent-up in her room wishing she could be out with friends. But way out here in the county, there wasn't another house for at least a mile, and the truck wasn't an assured getaway even if her step-Daddy would have given her the keys, then or now. So she had grown frustrated. And even her Mama got fed up enough with Brendan's slovenly ways and even what he offered in the bedroom wasn't enough to keep her at home, with her husband. Or for her daughter.
So now Belinda had a real attitude about it, wiggling her bubble butt all around the house in just panties and a t-shirt at all hours, apparently set on spending the summer diddling herself and trying to make her step-Daddy lose his mind. Maybe if she could make the whole house smell like her little wet teen pussy rubbing it on the couch pillows, Daddy would take up the cleaning. Or maybe she was after something else.
Belinda woke up in the basement with a tight t-shirt hugging her breasts, nipples puffed up under the cotton blend, and raising herself into a sitting position she realized she had no bottoms on. Her panties, she saw, were crumpled up on the floor, and she recognized her slick pussy juice glaze all across the crotch panel. On the TV there was a porno DVD menu cycling with six scenes displaying in boxes checkered out, repeating 5-second glimpses into the DVD's content.
She had fallen asleep masturbating to dirty teen ass-to-mouth sluts. Pressing power on the remote, she trudged upstairs, remembering that she couldn't cum because she didn't have a dildo or vibrator, and tasting her fingers after fingering her ass just made her want a cock more and more. She wanted a cock in her pussy, having only had sex with her boyfriend once on prom night before he left for college. But she wanted a cock in her asshole most. She loved fingering it and smiled salaciously as she sniffed her butt-flavored fingers as she reached the main floor.
Her step-Daddy was barreling a big bowl of cap'n crunch into his stubbly mouth on a stool around the kitchen counter, when he looked up and met Belinda's eyes, looking up smiling with her stink finger under her nose. Her pussy was bare with dirty blonde hair rounding her meaty vulva, and her step-Daddy held the spoon of sugary cereal in front of his slack jaw while Belinda made no motion to cover herself.
"Morning, Daddy," she said. "You know, Brendan, I hope you don't feel like I'm hogging your DVD collection, in the basement. I know since Mama's gone, you probably want to watch the pornos in your trunk even more than ever," Belinda brushed past him to open the fridge, sticking her bare ass far out behind her. "You're really eating cold cereal. Jeez. There are eggs and sausage and juice," Belinda said, taking the carton of juice and slugging it down, spilling some on her top. "I was thinking a lot last night," she said, in a slow, sultry voice. About how things are with us... and, well, maybe you could spend some time with me instead of both watching those dirty movies downstairs on our lonesome."
Brendan froze as the tempting teenage body pressed those juicy tits against his back and reached her hands around his stomach. "I really don't see the harm in it..." her hand snuck down, caressing outside of his boxers until it cupped loosely at his heavy balls. "Do you, Daddy?" His bratty stepdaughter was shaking her bare ass around the house literally tickling his balls.
"Girl," Belinda's Daddy said to her. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
"I do know," she replied.
"I've got to go out with the road crew today, little girl. Keep that food in the fridge and keep you in clothes that you refuse to wear around my house."
"I just want to make it so we're not lonely together when..."
"I'll be home around eight, and you either will wear something on your bottom when you stand before me, or I will spank it till it turns a color where it looks like you're wearing something. Do you hear me?"
"Don't be mad, Brendan."
"Don't call me--"
"Daddy, then? I'll be good, Daddy. Do you want me to make dinner for you when you get home?"
"That'd be a change."
At eight o'clock, the front door swung open forcefully and Brendan clomped loudly into the foyer. He seemed to want to give himself the element of surprise in case any teenage pillow-humpers were waiting in ambush. 'Belinda!? You here?"
"I'm in the dining room, Daddy," came Belinda's answer.
"Oh, well," Brendan came upon the table set with candles and Belinda in a spaghetti strap dress seated across from an empty chair and a place setting. "It's just macaroni and fish sticks, Daddy, but I hope you like it."
"It looks fine," said Brendan. "You did a nice job, Belinda." He pulled up his chair and sat down.
"I see you're wearing clothes," said her stepfather, clearing his throat.
"It's one of Mama's dresses, she left in one of the closets."
"It looks very nice," said Brendan. "Suits you."
"I think my boobs are the same size as Mom's."
"Hmm," said Brendan. "The macaroni is good."
"I think my butt is a tad bigger though, it's a lot rounder. I do squats with the cheer squad, so..."
"That so?"
"When I used to spy on you and Mama she used to seem to always be underneath you, missionary style. I fancy myself a more on-top bouncing cowgirl... I mean, should I get the chance to try it more."
"Mmm..."
"How was your day, Daddy? Was work hard?"
"Not particularly."
"On the road crew, did you and the fella break out the jackhammer at all?"
"Hmmm," Brendan chewed his fish sticks.
"One girl I knew at school told me sometimes you guys even have to probe into manholes. Have you ever had your manhole probed, Daddy?"
"Dear Lord, Belinda. We're eating."
"Yeah, I didn't think Mama would do that. But I have a dirty mouth, Daddy... I want to try lots of things."
"Belinda, I told you, we can't. This is..."
"It's just... taking care of each other," his daughter said. 'I want you to go upstairs, to your bedroom, take off all your clothes, and I will come in and..."