Stepdaughter: The Rescue

Written by Squire

It's a quiet evening at home, and my wife and I are watching TV. The phone rings, and my wife answers it. A short conversation, and she turns to me, an irritated expression on her face.

"Karen is at a bar, and the girlfriend she went with has left her, and she needs a ride home. She's worried about the guys there and doesn't want to take a lift from anyone."

"Well, I'm glad to hear she had that much sense. What bar?"

"That one at the shopping center near where she used to live."

"I'll go get her, honey. I don't even want you near that joint."

"Thanks, I appreciate that. But you'd better hurry: she sounded awfully drunk."

In a few minutes I pull up in front of the bar. Karen is standing outside, with three men closely crowded around her. She looks very sexy in tight jeans and a thin buttoned blouse stretched tight over her full breasts. Her long blonde hair, soft round childlike face, and exaggerated figure-8 body make her an obvious target for the men's sexual desires. She doesn't see me yet and isn't looking very happy as the horny men crowd in on her.

I climb out, trying to remember where the tire iron is in this van.

"Ready to go?" I ask her. She looks up and sees me, and smiles in relief. She staggers badly as she pushes through the men and walks over to join me. Stumbling, she almost falls and I catch her and walk her around to the other side of the van. She smells like stale cigarettes and booze as I lift her up and buckle her into the seat.

The men stare sullenly at me as I climb in and start up the van, angry at being deprived of what they probably thought was easy prey for a quick screw in the parking lot. It looks like I got there just in time.

"Karen, what the hell are you doing here? You know you aren't supposed to be drinking! And who's looking out for your kid?"

The drunken woman slumps in her seat. "Well, I didn't mean to be drinking. My girlfriend and I just went out to have some fun and maybe meet some guys. But they kept buying me drinks ..."

"Karen, I don't give a damn _why_ you started drinking! You shouldn't have drunk anything at all! Where's your son?"

"He's sleeping over with the next door neighbor's kids," she slurs. Her voice trails off, and she slumps against the window.

I reach over and take the lit cigarette from her hand and put it out in the ashtray. I'm angry as I drive my drunken stepdaughter back to her mobile home. My wife and I have tried to hard to help her, but the young woman insists on doing one stupid thing after another. I find it hard to remember that she's in her 30's now: she sure acts like a stupid teenager.

We bounce down the bumpy dirt road to her mobile home lot, but even the bumpy ride doesn't wake the drunken woman. I pull up at the trailer, walk around to her door, and try to wake her up, but she's dead drunk now and doesn't stir despite my shaking. Unbelting her seatbelt, I dig into her tight jeans pockets until I finally find her housekey. Unlocking the door, I leave it open and return to the van. Sliding her out, I sling her limp body over one shoulder and climb up the steps and into her home.

There's a nightlight on in the back bedroom, so I carry Karen on back and dump her on her bed. She sprawls out across the bed, dead to the world.

I stare down at her, aggravated. The middle of the night and I'm having to carry a drunk woman home and put her to bed. Looking at the slightly plump (but still voluptuous) body of my blonde stepdaughter gives me an idea, a not very nice idea, and I'm just peeved enough to do it.. I've always been curious as to what she looks like nude, and this may be my chance. She's drunk, out cold, and entirely at my mercy. I might as well take advantage of the opportunity and enjoy myself undressing the unconscious and helpless woman.

Taking my time, I remove her clothing, one piece at a time, throwing it in a pile on the floor. As more and more of her body comes into view, I help myself, taking my time to look over her intimate areas and fondling her to my heart's content.

Her breasts are full and round, with the nipples and aureole large, making me wonder if she breast-fed her child. I fondle her breasts, squeezing the meaty mounds in my clasping fingers, wondering how much of this the drunken woman can feel (and might remember). At first she doesn't respond at all. However, vigorous pinching and fondling of her nipples begins to bring them erect, her body reacting to the simulation while her mind remains unconscious. I wonder how much her body _will_ react, and decide to play with the helpless woman even more. Pulling the nipples out, I extend both breasts from their normal full soft mound shape into long cones. Jerking them makes the flesh wobble, but Karen doesn't respond at all. I feel a strange sort of excitement at this freedom, this power to do anything I want with the helpless naked body lying before me, and feel my erection hard and stiff in my trousers.........(cont)