“Christa!” my step-father yelled from the kitchen. I could just imagine the look on his face as he stood there yelling and upset. His face always went quite a brilliant shade of red when he was really ticked off, and I could tell by the way he yelled my name that he was angry.

I waited a few more minutes, to leave him waiting and build up the tension. He hates waiting for people, he is possibly the most impatient man I’ve ever met. Patience is something of a foreign concept to him - in his job people wait for him, not him waiting for people. I smiled to myself as I rolled off the bed and walked down the hall to the kitchen, where he was waiting for me, his face red and annoyed from me making him wait.

I’m something of a trouble maker- I like winding people up and stirring the pot. It’s never malicious or with nasty intentions, I never cross into those boundaries, this is purely for fun and it’s always harmless.

“Oh so you think this is funny?” he demanded as I came into the kitchen, still smiling.

“What?” I asked.

“Your report card young lady,” snapped Jack, my step-father. “You promised your mother and I that if you joined the cheerleading squad you’d keep your grades up, but they’re slipping Christa. You used to be a straight A student but your highest grade here is a B-. What’s going on?”

“It’s still a passing grade,” I commented dryly.

“I blame that boyfriend of yours,” he replied, pointing a mean finger at me. “He’s leading you down the wrong path. He’s bad for you Christa. We’re concerned for you.”

My boyfriend, Mitch, was something of a bad boy. He was twenty-one and had been at college, except he got kicked out when he was caught smoking pot and dealing a little bit on the side. Mom and Jack didn’t like him in the first place- they had an issue with the fact that I was a high school student and he was at college, and then they found out that Mitch had been kicked out, and they liked him even less. They figured he was a bad influence on me and that he was leading me on a bad path. But the more they went on at me and told me to stay away from him, the more I dug my heels in and stood by him.

“You blame him for everything,” I replied, rolling my eyes. It was the same old argument.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Christa. This is a big deal. What am I supposed to tell your mother? She won’t be very happy when she looks at your report card and sees that your grades have slipped. There are D’s in here and you promised us when you joined the squad that you’d keep your grades up. That was the arrangement we had,” he said, raising his voice.

“Mom’s never at home anyway, she’s always far too busy for us. I doubt she’d even notice.”

My mom, Helen, was a high power business woman and a radical feminist. My birth father, Frank, had walked out on us when I was five years old, and ever since then mom had done this massive transformation. Never again would she rely on a man to see her through life. Whatever they could do, she could. Which was all well and good except now her feminism bordered on man-hating and condemning the patriarchy. I used to like to bait mom and wind her up- we had very differing opinions. She asked me once what my future plans were and I told her that I’d marry rich and be set for life.

The look on her face was priceless, which was great for me because that’s what I had been going for.

“Oh she will notice,” Jack said, breaking me from my thoughts. “Because I’m going to have to tell her.”

“What? Don’t be such a narc. Be cool,” I responded, appalled. And then a thought came to me. I knew Jack had the hots for me. He thought that I didn’t know or see him but I did. And, of course, I played up to it. Walking around the house in my bikini or skimpy clothing in the summer, wearing only a t-shirt and panties to bed. I used to time it, so that when he was leaving his bedroom dressed in his suit and ready to go to work, I’d leave my room, cutting across his path to go the bathroom. I could feel his eyes scanning me as I did that, my legs and ass on display for him to see.

When I joined the cheerleading squad a year earlier, not long after my sixteenth birthday, I used to wear my uniform at nearly every opportunity I got. Most days I had to wear it to school, but when I got home I wouldn’t change out of it straight away- I’d stay in it. My long blonde hair tied up in a side ponytail, green and white ribbons in my hair- they were the school colors. I attended Abraham Lincoln High School, and our school colors were Lincoln green and white and our mascot was the catamount.

There was a conversation mom and I had had over dinner one night. This was not long after I had started dating Mitch and he had been in trouble for smoking pot, he had only just been kicked out of college for it. Mom had asked what the future held for Christa and Mitch, and I told her that the plan was, he’d find a labor job and I’d become a stripper.

Mom and Jack both looked at me, horrified by what I said, and then mom proceeded to tell me that I couldn’t rely on my looks to get me through life.

After dinner, when Jack stood up to clear his dishes, I saw he was aroused slightly. He had been imagining me as a stripper.

As I stood in the kitchen now, thinking about all this, I came to the conclusion that I could use this to my advantage.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said. “I have to tell your mother.”

“You won’t tell,” I replied confidently. I watched as Jack’s face went from light pink to bright vermilion as he became angry once more. “Because I’ll tell mom about Kathy.”

Jack’s face went an even deeper shade of red until it was nearly purple and I watched, smiling, loving this.

“How do you know?” he asked after a short while, not even trying to deny it.

“I’m seventeen, I have my resources,” I shrugged.

Kathy was a woman from Jack’s office and he had been nailing her for about eight months by my reckoning, perhaps even slightly longer. When I found out their affair was still new and to my surprise, it had lasted. What I didn’t mention to Jack, was that one of my friends was Kathy’s niece. She had gone one day to visit her Aunt Kathy and as she walked up the street she saw Jack leaving her house, so we put two and two together and as it turned out we were right.

“Do you love her?” I asked.

Jack smirked. “No. We have an arrangement, she and I, and love does not come into it.”

“Does she suck your dick?” I asked cheekily. I watched as Jack eyed me wearily, wondering what my game was. And then I looked down to his pants and saw that he was aroused. “Does she taste you?”

I looked down again at his crotch and saw that his dick was getting a little harder, I could see the outline of it as it rested against his slacks. “Does she let you fuck her hard and fast? Is it rough and exciting?” I teased.

“Christa stop,” he said, his voice tense.

“Oh look,” I said casually. “Jack you have an erection. Here, let me help you with that.” I took two strides and I was standing in front of him. I got down on my knees and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the ground. I took his dick in my hand and started rubbing it and it grew harder still, until it stood to its full length, which was a healthy seven inches.

I took the head in my mouth and tasted pre-cum start to ooze onto my tongue. I swirled my tongue around the head, flicking the little slit. Jack shuddered and placed his hands on the back of my head, wanting me to go deeper. I took him as far into my throat as I could manage. I started gagging, saliva spilling from the corners of my mouth, but Jack kept pushing my head back and forth on his cock, so on the fourth thrust, I swallowed and attempted to deep throat him, which was something that Mitch always enjoyed.

“Oh shit,” I heard Jack mumble. I started playing with his balls, rubbing and squeezing them. “Oh shit,” he repeated. He pulled me off his cock and looked down at me, smiling with satisfaction. “Get up on the bench, I have to fuck you now,” he instructed. I went to take my cheerleader uniform off but he shook his head. “Keep it on.”

I did as I was told and got up on the bench, pulling my panties off. I lay on my back, my knees hitched up. He could see my pussy, and it was such a turn on.

“Oh look,” Jack said, copying my earlier tone. “Christa you’re wet. Here, let me help you with that.” He pulled me so I was closer to him, my hips and legs dangling just over the bench. He took his cock in one hand and started running it up and down my pussy, teasing me. He pressed the head of his cock to my little hole and gently slid it in me.

When he had the full length inside me, he was gentle no more. He grabbed my hips roughly and started pushing me back and forth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pumped his cock into me.

“Yes,” I sighed. “Yes, daddy.”

“Who am I?” he demanded tersely, his voice ragged.

“Daddy,” I moaned. He fucked me roughly on the bench, reaching up underneath my top to grab at my tits, pushing my bra aside.

“What do you want me to do?” he growled.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

“Say again. Louder this time,” he commanded, fucking me harder.

“FUCK ME DADDY!” I called out. I gripped my muscles around Jack’s cock and he groaned and moaned. “I’m gonna cum daddy,” I told him.

“That’s right. Cum for me, like a good little girl.”

“Oh daddy,” I moaned. My body started writhing, twisting and turning as my step-father brought me to orgasm. “Yes, daddy. YES DADDY!”

“Oh shit Christa I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

“No, not inside me, you can’t,” I told Jack. He pumped five more times, pulled out and then came on my stomach, where he had pulled my top up. He stepped back, looked at me, an odd smile of satisfaction on his face. I jumped down from the bench and looked at my stomach, where Jack had unloaded himself.

“You won’t tell?” I asked him, breathing hard.

Jack shrugged. “I think we can come to an agreement.” He smiled derisively and then walked off. I very much looked forward to it.

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Author’s note: Check out my other stories, the Jeff and Brianne series, Lesbifriends, The Holiday and Revenge Affair. More stories coming soon.