Cooper
So I took her out of the slums where she was barely scraping by, and took her into my house on the outskirts of town where I took care of her for the next six years.
And things were great for most of them. Mandy and I got along just swell. She was happy to have a stable home and someone to look after her, and I was just glad to have something other than a big empty house to come home to after the hard days at the office.
But then after a few years went by, something awful happened. Puberty came and hit Mandy like a truck.
All of a sudden Mandy wasn’t the sweet, young, innocent little girl I was used to looking after any longer.
She was starting to mature into a beautiful woman prancing around my house in skimpier and skimpier outfits as though she seemed to know exactly what she was doing – teasing me.
Toying with my masculinity like it was a game to her.
It became harder and harder for me to be in the same room with her – even the same house with her. Going home at night after work was something I no longer began to look forward to – I began to dread it.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull my eyes away from her or stop the terrible thoughts that were beginning to fill my mind. Thoughts a legal guardian of a girl her age just should not be having.
So I started to stay later and later at the office. But I knew that was irresponsible of me too. Mandy needed me at home to look out for her, and I wasn’t about to pass her off on some babysitter either. So I stopped that right away and made sure I went home where I belonged.
But it was torture sharing the house with her as her body continued to mature. Pure torture, and I felt like a total monster for all the thoughts I was having about this girl – this pure little innocent girl I was meant to be looking out for.
But what was I supposed to do? Those thoughts invaded my mind with every glance I shot in her direction were impossible to stop.
And that’s why, as soon as she graduated high school, I sent her on an all-expense-paid, celebratory trip with her friends to Italy and Croatia, just so I could get a bit of a respite from the tension that had been building and building over the last few months – a tension that’s about to come crushing back on me in a few minutes when Mandy comes walking back through that front door.
And that is why I’m nervous.
“Christ,” I mutter, as I down my whiskey and take the glass over to the sink. I’m not a big drinker, but I figure maybe a glass will be enough to calm my nerves and settle me down before seeing her again.
And then it happens.
The doorbell rings, causing my heart to skip a beat.
Why the Hell is she ringing the bell? I think as I walk to the front door. Then I remember that I had her leave her house key here instead of taking it with her on her trip, just to make sure she wouldn’t lose it while she was away.
I take a deep breath, twist the deadbolt, and open the door.
“Daddy!” Mandy cries out, when she sees me.
She’s two shades darker than she was when she left, which makes sense from where she was vacationing, and her perfect teenage tits bounce like overfilled water balloons as she throws her arms in the air and comes at me for a hug.
I want to dodge it, as I can see she’s not wearing a bra for some reason, but how could I do that? It would be so awkward.
So I don’t. I let her hug me and I hug her back, feeling the soft perfection against my chest as she squeezes against me.
And goddamn she smells divine too. She must have bought some brand new European perfume while she was out there. I try not to get lost in the moment, but fuck if I couldn’t hold her here like this with my eyes closed and just breath in her magnificence while the blood flows into my cock.
I gently break the hug and take a step back. “Hey, honey,” I smile, doing my best to keep my composure. I notice her friend, Sarah, is standing beside her with her luggage. “Oh hey, Sarah. How are you doing?”
“Hey, Mr. C,” Sarah smiles back. “My parents aren’t gonna be back for like an hour, so Mandy said you wouldn’t mind if I just hung out here for a bit?”
“Yeah, that’s no problem,” I reply. “Come on in.”
Normally, I’d be a bit annoyed by Mandy bringing someone over like this without asking me first. There are rules in my house and she’s expected to abide by them, but today I’m actually relieved.
Having Sarah here will help ease some of the tension of having Mandy back and maybe keep my mind (and eyes) off of how goddamn sexy she’s looking.
But of course the first thing I notice as the girls step through the foyer is Mandy’s ass and just how it jiggles in the Navy green yoga pants she’s wearing. Is it possible she’s somehow gotten hotter since the last time I saw her? I mean, it’s only been two weeks.
“So, you girls have a good time?” I ask. I’ve got to do anything to get a conversation started and get my mind off her ridiculous curves. “I hear it’s gorgeous where you were.”
“Oh, so beautiful!” Sarah groans. “I can’t even.”
“It was amazing, daddy,” Mandy smiles. “I’ll tell you all about it, but first, do you mind if I borrow some shorts and a shirt of yours to wear? All my clothes need to go into the wash – including what I’m wearing.”
“Of course, honey. Grab whatever you’d like,” I say.
Mandy’s face lights up, she lets out a tiny little squeak, and leans in and kisses me on the cheek before skipping off upstairs in the direction of my room.
It takes everything I have in me to keep my eyes from snapping to her sweet little ass as she mounts the steps.
The older she’s gotten the thicker and more sculpted that thing has gotten, and the harder it’s been for me to think of other things while I’m lying at night with my cock in my hands.
Instead, I turn to Sarah and smile. “So, your folks abandoned you, huh?” I joke, knowing Sarah’s humor. She cracks up laughing and nods.
“Yeah, I guess they figured they’d just dump me off on you! Too bad for them I’m already eighteen or you could have adopted me too!”
“Oh, I didn’t officially adopt Mandy,” I reply. “I was just her legal guardian.”
“Ah, I see,” Sarah nods. “I didn’t even know there was a difference!”
This whole conversation is putting me crazy on edge.
Just having Mandy back in the house is bad enough, but now discussing my guardianship over her with all these thoughts running around in my mind has me feeling like a bad, bad man – and the more I look at Sarah, the more I’m starting to think that she knows exactly what I’m thinking about Mandy.
“How’s this, daddy?” Mandy’s voice from the top of the stairwell instantly snatches my attention away and I turn to see her in a pair of my gym shorts that she’s folded over several times to make fit her, and one of my t-shirts that she’s rolled up at the sleeves.
It’s an outfit that really should not be sexy, but on her, is absolutely killer.
I don’t even know what to say as she comes down the stairs, so I just crack a dumb joke. “Looks like you’re ready to play some tennis.”
Mandy smiles as she jumps the last two steps and lands beside me, causing her rack to bounce beneath my shirt. She flicks her eyes to Sarah. “What do you think? Should I show him?” she asks devilishly. Sarah bites her lip and nods.
“Show me? Show me what?” Mandy puts her arms behind her and twists mischievously. She’s never looked more adorable, but whatever it is she wants to say, she’s hesitant about it.
“What is it?” I press her. “What do you want to show me?”
“Okay, but you have to promise me you won’t be mad, okay?” she replies, stepping closer. My chest goes tense. Mad? What could she have to show me that would make me mad?
“Okay,” I reply slowly. “I promise.”
“He’s gonna like it, Mandy,” Sarah snickers. “Just show him!”
“All right!” Mandy giggles. She steps forward so she’s standing just a few inches in front of me, so close that I can smell her sweet European perfume and feel the heat radiating off of her body.
Her tits are so perfect that even in my t-shirt they are sculpting the fabric around their sweet curves.
It’s unbelievable how sexy she is. I’m surprised she wasn’t offered a modeling job while she was over there.
“So…this is what I got in Croatia, daddy.” And with no more hesitation, Mandy turns around, lifts the hem of my t-shirt, and I see it.
On her lower back is a tattoo – what some might call a “tramp stamp” – of my name with a little heart beneath it.
My jaw drops.
As her legal guardian, I should be irate. A tattoo without asking me first? And of my name? What are people going to think if they see that?
But as me – Cooper Collins – I couldn’t be more turned on. My cock flexes beneath my pants as I picture her bent over with me gripping her by the hips, staring down at my name imprinted on her beautiful lower back.
“D-daddy?” Mandy asks, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “Do you like it?”