A Bill Bantam story in the classic style of Phil Phantom. A mother is forced to choose between her loyalty to her young daughter and her new husband's expectations, as well of those of her four new stepsons.
Molly wasn't beautiful, not even pretty. From an early age she was a typical tomboy, climbing trees with the neighborhood boys, and winning every single wrestling match. Her mop of unruly blonde hair was often tucked under a worn baseball cap turned backwards, and her face was usually dirty from some adventure or another. Molly had no time for dolls or pretend tea parties. She had games to play, and woods to explore. Then she grew gigantic tits and drew attention from her sadistic dad.
Dominick stood under the spray of water, head thrown back in ecstasy as his hand worked furiously over his erect cock. Cassandra had never seen a penis before, let alone one so big and thick and veiny. Her eyes were glued to her father's pulsing shaft, watching in fascination as he stroked himself from base to tip. She knew she should look away, should flee the room and forget what she'd seen. But Cassandra couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd display.
I asked her to dance, and she wasn't too steady on her feet. Her breath reeked of liquor and she had a faraway look. I was twenty-two years old, in a strange city, and had few friends. Dances were the only places I knew for meeting women. This story is partly based on an actual incident in the author's life.
Mum and Stepdad take me and my little sister Heidi to Florida for the summer holidays but mum's gotta pay back in other ways, partly based on real experience
Bonnie walked in on a dream and a nightmare, hard to tell, for lying nude on her dining table was her very sexy sixteen-year-old daughter - naked, wearing Sony Walkman head phones, grooving while Bonnie's brand new husband sat in a chair and ate a beaver.