Daddy and Cop Double Team
by Belle Hart
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Copyright 2012 by Belle Hart
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It’s 5pm on a Monday. I’m lying naked in my stepfather’s bed in our trailer home, waiting for him to come home from his job as mechanic. My stepdad, Shane, and I have been having sex since I turned 18 and graduated high school. I didn’t have to work today, so I thought I’d hang out and wait for him.
My pale skin and long strawberry blond hair make a nice contrast against the maroon bedspread on the queen sized bed. I actually made his bed, he never does. I think I’m pretty. I’m thin with large breasts. I keep running my hands over my nipples now and then to make sure they’re hard. Doesn’t matter really. As soon as he walks in I’m sure they will be.
I hear his pickup truck drive up. It’s time. My pussy gets a little wet just thinking about it. But now I hear voices talking. Who is that? All my clothes are in my bedroom. I don’t know if I should risk streaking down the hall right now or not. I sit up. I hear the front door open. Too late for streaking now. I stay put.
“Now Lance, I know it seems bad, but I can get the money together for that,” Shane says.
“Shane, you know it doesn’t work like that. A judge has to see you and then decide. You took too long to pay the tickets.” It's the voice of a cop I know. He's a regular at the drive-in restaurant where I work. His name is Lance. He's about Shane’s age, 10 years older than me. I think they may have gone to high school together.
“Jesus, can I get some shit together first?” Shane asks angrily. I can hear his voice getting closer to the bedroom.
“I can give you a few minutes to get situated,” I hear Lance say as his voice comes closer too. “But I can’t let you out of my sight, you understand.”
Just then Shane opens the door and sees me there, naked, looking shocked. Lance is standing behind him in his police uniform, looking pretty surprised himself.
“Tessa,” Shane says with surprise.
I blush, of course. I’m always blushing.
Lance chuckles and turns away. “Uh, what’s your daughter doing naked in your bed, Shane?”
“STEPdaughter,” Shane corrects him. “And she’s 18 now, so mind your business.”
“Wouldn’t mind that being my business,” Lance mutters.
Shane thinks for a moment. “Really?”