I suppose it wasn't entirely groundless. As the middle child, she suffered from the "Jan Brady" syndrome. She wasn't the oldest - that honor fell to her fifteen-year-old brother, Josh. And she wasn't the baby - that attention was lavished on her nine-year old sister, Tammy. At thirteen, Mindy was the classic "middle child".

Unfortunately for her, that wasn't the end of it. You see, Josh was a very promising young athlete, excelling at every sport to which he put his hand. He showed real promise as a soccer player, potential to go a long way with it. Much of the limited time I had for the family I spent attending his soccer and basketball games, or taking him golfing with me. Maybe I was a little partial to him, but I guess I enjoyed living vicariously through my only son. He was the athlete I had never been.

On the other side of the coin, Mindy's younger sister Tammy was quite precocious, a certifiable genius. At nine, she was already in the fifth grade, having skipped the third. Her elementary school had recently recommended moving her on to middle school for the second semester this year. She had placed second in the state chess championship the previous year in the 18-and-under class. I was naturally very proud of her, and I made no secret of that. My wife was Korean, and for cultural reasons she was even more doting on Tammy for her academic and intellectual achievements than I was.

So Mindy was not only the middle child, but also far less athletically inclined than her brother and far less intellectually gifted than her sister. She missed out on the attention her siblings received as the genius and the sports star. Not that Mindy was without her own gifts - she was an extremely attractive girl. The Eurasian features, the silky long black hair, and the perfect complexion she inherited from her mother, combined with the long legs, the lean form, and the big brown eyes (which nevertheless retained an almond-tilt) she received from my genes made her a real beauty. When she grew up, she would be a heart-stopper, I had always thought. My wife Sung Soon (she went by Soonie) and I often referred to our kids as "The Brawn", "The Beauty" and "The Brain".

Despite Mindy's physical gifts, however, I could see how she might feel neglected. The family scheduled its time around Josh's sports activities, and we were clearly very focused on Tammy's accomplishments, but what good did Mindy's looks do her in the "economy" of family attention? It's not like we were going to enter her in beauty contests or anything - that was definitely not our style. Like most parents, we tried to suppress any emphasis on the superficial. Unfortunately for Mindy, it's always a lot easier to view physical charms as superficial than it is to view athletic prowess or academic success in the same way.

"That's not so," I heard Soonie reply to my daughter's complaint in her stern, heavily accented, but perfect English. "We love you all just the same. If you want more attention, get better grades. You can be smart. You have to study more!" Even I could see how this conversation wasn't going to help Mindy. My wife was totally focused on achievement, insisting that all three of her children would become doctors, lawyers, or professors. I couldn't argue with that value system, but it hardly helped Mindy to develop any self-confidence or esteem. I suspected that she was destined to be a slightly above-average student regardless of how much or how little she studied.

The only way she was going to feel validated was through the attention her face and body could get her. It was on the occasion of this overheard, often-heard conversation that I came to this realization. The timing of this discovery on my part was ideal - it made me immediately recognize the cause Mindy's subsequent behavior, and it forearmed me to take advantage of it. I can't say I am proud of the use I made of this knowledge, but I must admit, I've been very pleased with it.

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I guess it was on a Saturday, a couple of weeks later, that I noticed her first calculated attempt to get some attention. She had just been to the mall with her friends, and she returned wearing a new pair of shoes. They were open toed, very-high heeled black numbers that on an older female I would have described as "fuck me pumps". She was wearing them with a pair of short-shorts and a belly-baring top. I couldn't help but notice the sleek lines they made of her long lean legs, and the perky lift they gave to her tight little thirteen-year-old ass. My cock stirred in pleasure at the sight, although I'm certain Mindy had no idea of the effect she had on me. She simply thought the outfit was "cute", and was underscoring her strong points in an attempt to garner more attention, from both her family and the world. This development was definitely fine by me. Daughter or not, she was a sexy little bitch.

"Honey, now don't you look cute!"

"Do you like my new shoes, Daddy?"

"They're very nice. I like it when you dress like that. It makes me proud to have such a pretty daughter.'

"Oh, Daddy!"

"No, really. A man should show off such a pretty daughter. Hey, I have an idea, why don't you and I go out somewhere this afternoon, so everyone can see how pretty my daughter is?"

Mindy blushed at the compliment, and at being the focus for once. This was working, I could tell she was very pleased. She was getting positive attention from her father and she loved it. "Really, Daddy? That sounds great!"......(cont)