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When my family asked me to come home for Thanksgiving, I dragged my feet so I wouldn’t give away my little secret. I pretended to hem and haw about leaving school for a week, driving cross country, and staying in my childhood bedroom, but in truth? I couldn’t wait to go home and see my step-father. Noel was more than my mother’s third husband; he was the one keeping my bed warm on the nights Mom was working late.

Noel and my mother had a marriage of convenience. It was convenient for him to be married to her to get access to me, his pretty little college co-ed step-daughter. When Noel approached me at Easter, I couldn’t say no. What would you do in my position?

Mom wasn’t home. I’d always been hot for him, with his silver curls and green mischievous eyes, tight hoochie-daddy shorts, and palms the size of dinner plates. Palms that were perfect for grabbing my ass, palms that made the prettiest hand necklaces against my pale throat. Whatever Noel wants, he gets. And, when he wants me? Who am I to say no?

After my siblings have gone home with their kids in tow, it’s only Noel and I left in the spacious house he and my mother bought with her inheritance money. While the house may have been wide open, it was cold and lifeless. The sun deck was the only place with any warmth. I could sunbathe for hours on that deck, and no one would be any wiser.

I decide to spend my final Friday at home on the deck. In my tiny bikini and sunglasses, I soak up every ounce of late November sunshine southern California has to offer. A thin sheet of sweat coats my body from head to toe.

I can feel Noel watching me from inside the house. He’s always watching. I turn my head to see him staring at me out the back door. I lower my sunglasses, wink at him, and turn my head back to face the pool. I bring my hands up to my neck and slowly, deliberately untie the thin straps of my bikini top and let it fall into my lap.

I drop the skimpy fabric to the side, rise from the chair, and repeat the process with my bottoms. I untie the sides, let the fabric fall down my thighs, and step toward the shimmering pool.

When I dive into the cool water, it splashes against my superheated skin. My nipples harden as I resurface, tossing my hair back like a mermaid in the ocean. As I brush the long, golden locks out of my eyes, I catch sight of my neighbor, Mr. Grandy, watching me from his back porch.

Perfect. I love an audience.

Mr. Grandy is the same age as Noel, and just as sexy. I’ve often found myself daydreaming about both of them taking me to bed and pleasuring me until I can’t stand. I want to feel every inch of Noel’s thick cock bury itself inside me while I suck off Mr. Grandy. I don’t even know him as anything other than Mr. Grandy, but he’s been the star of my tag-team fantasies for years. When I see his hand on his cock, I decide to make the deception worth it.

I stretch myself big and tall, pretending not to see him. My breasts rise, my belly flattens, and I moan softly, all for show. He looks away, but I know he’s been watching the whole time. He’s seen every inch of my golden skin, from head to toe, and every inch in between as I strolled around the pool. If he’s going to be a peeping Tom, I’m going to give him the show of a lifetime.

As I step out of the pool, I make sure I walk with a swish in my hips back to the pool chair, my ass swaying suggestively. I can hear the distinct creak of his porch as Mr. Grandy moves to get a better view. He’s going to like what I do next.

“Noel?” I call, my voice ringing out across the pool deck.

The screen door slides open and Noel pokes his head out, looking me up and down with a shit-eating grin on his chiseled face. He steps out on the porch, and replies with laughter in his voice.

“Yes, Vee?”

“Would you be a dear and help me put my sunscreen on? I took a dip, and it’s all washed off. I can’t reach my back,” I ask, grabbing the bottle from the table beside me and shaking it. “I would hate to get a burn on my shoulders and not be able to wear that pretty halter dress to dinner tonight.”

It takes all of three strides for Noel to cross the concrete and reach me. His body dwarfs mine, his six-foot frame covering my five-four body like a penumbra. He takes the bottle from me and gestures for me to sit on the chair in front of him. I take a seat, my back to his front, and he pours sunscreen into his hands.

“It’s going to be cold, Vee. It might make those pretty little nipples of yours stiff.” He slides his hands over my shoulders, the cool cream working instantly. My tits harden and I shiver with anticipation beneath his palms.

I lean my head back against his chest as he rubs my upper arms. “Good. I want them nice and hard for you, Noel.”

“Why’s that?” He looks over my shoulder and hums a note of approval. “Looks like it’s already working.”

“Good.”

“Good?” I can feel the smirk forming on his stubble-covered features. “What are you planning, you little slut?”

God, I love it when he calls me that.

Noel’s pet names for me are absolutely filthy, degrading, and fucking ruinous. Whore. Slut. Daddy’s cum dumpster. Fuck toy. Fuck doll. Daddy’s little cocktease.

Daddy’s girl.

Vanessa.

Vee.

When my step-father calls me ‘little slut,’ my pussy gets wet. I can feel the moisture spreading along my slit as he rubs his hands over my front, fingering my taut buds. He pinches them hard, and I gasp. Pleasure spikes in my core and I whimper.

“You’re filth, Vanessa. So wanton, moaning for me in public. What would your mother say if she knew you were creaming all over my cock every time you came home?” he growls in my ear, knowing what the low rumble does to me.

“She’d call me a whore.”

“You are a whore. You’re my whore. Now, tell Daddy what you want. If you’re on your best behavior, I might just give it to you.”

Noel shifts behind me, and I feel the rock-hard cock stand in his pants, pressing against my ass. He grinds his pelvis against my bare cheeks. I wiggle, trying to give Mr. Grandy the full Vee-and-Noel step-father/step-daughter dance.

I look up into the trees beyond the fence and see Mr. Grandy openly watching now. This is exactly what I wanted.

I take Noel’s hands and press them to my breasts, sighing against his neck as he squeezes harder. He palms my tits like stress balls, working them roughly between his mitts.

“I want you to keep rubbing the sunscreen into my skin, Noel. It feels good having your hands on me after such a long week.”

“If you’d come home when I told you to, we could have done this a lot sooner,” he chides. He pinches my nipples and tugs, drawing another hot gasp from between my lips. From the way Noel reacts, you’d think it was the first time he’d felt me up.

“Mom won’t be home for hours. We could have ourselves a little fun until then,” I say, spreading my legs wide as his hands dive between them.

Noel rubs sunscreen on my thighs, his fingers trailing along my slit. I shudder and I hear his approval in the way his voice roughens and becomes hoarse in my ear.

“You know we can’t, you little whore. You’re loud enough to wake the dead. The last thing I need is for some nosey neighbor to watch me plow your tight little cunt into oblivion. What would Mr. Grandy say if he saw us like this?”

Knowing he’s watching, I play it up. “Don’t you think he’d want a show, Daddy?”

“You filthy slut. You know the rules, Vee. You only call me ‘Daddy’ in the bedroom. We wouldn’t want anyone to get any ideas now, would we?”

“I want all of your rich, snooty, nosey neighbors to know how you like to fuck your step-daughter when no one’s home. Don’t you want to?”