Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

While Micah touched her hips under the surface of the water, he could not help but to sense a hint of nervousness on her face. He wasn??t quite sure if Desiree was trying to hide something from him, if she was put aback by his touch, or just worried about how he might respond to her question. Regardless of the reason, Micah shrugged it off, as he gave his answer. Instantly, he saw Desiree??s face light up with pure excitement and joy, bouncing up and down as she stood in the pool with him. He smiled to her softly, hearing her thanks and praise. Even as she jumped up and down on the balls of her feet with joy, he so very much wanted his gaze to stray, wanting so badly to take in the full sight of her jiggling breasts. Micah remained strong though, keeping his eyes upon her delight filled face. With Desiree??s statement of love for her step-father, Micah tensed a little when she lunged forward, catching him in her arms, hugging ever so close. Her large, barely covered breasts pushed fully to his chest. He could feel her stiff nipples digging against his body, the sensation driving his arousal further. The warm feeling of her upper body clung to his still damp chest, the want to take her growing ever stronger. Had she leaned in any closer, the hardness that was hidden by his trunks and the water would have nudged against her lower portions. Part of him so deeply craved that she might just do that, his imagination running for a moment, playing out a scene of her freely giving herself to him. Quickly he was snapped back to reality, knowing the daydream would not take place in reality? at least not yet. After he had dried off most of the excess water, and made his way to the back door, he paused, turning his body a little, and looking back to the water. Desiree dove into the water with a slight splash, the ripples gliding about the surface of the pool. Micah continued to watch as she made a quick lap about the pool. With a smile, he nodded to her question about dinner, and made his way inside, before she made her way out of the pool. He knew that if he saw her sexy figure, dripping with water emerging from the pool, he would not be able to hold himself back any longer. The thought alone was almost more than he could handle at that point. Micah made his way to his room, closing the door with a heavy sigh. The thoughts in his head still wrestled with one another. Before Desiree had come home from school, he thought he would be able to go through with things without question. Now though, it was not quite as simple as he had worked out in his head. Slipping out of his trunks, he let the damp fabric fall to the floor, making his way to hos own shower. Stepping into the flow of water, he leaned up against the wall, letting the cold droplets flow all over his body, trying to clear his mind. Once the chlorine scent had been cleansed away from his hair and skin, Micah shut off the water, stepping out of the shower. Grabbing a fresh towel, he dried himself off fully. Once dry, he went over to his large walk in closet. First he grabbed a white tank top, which was a size too small. The tight fabric showed off his upper body rather well. Next, he slipped on a pair of denim shorts, neglecting to put on a pair of boxers underneath them. Besides, they would just get in the way, if he would still go through what he had been planning for so very long. Micah went downstairs after he was dressed, his hair still a little damp. Desiree??s melodic voice called out from the kitchen, asking where he might be. ??I??ll be there in a moment,? he called back out, walking down the elegant stairway. Going into the kitchen, he smiled and shook his head, catching the view of his step-daughter from behind. Her tight little shorts seemed to grasp her tight rump perfectly, the lettering running across the back. ??Smells good,? he stated, catching the scent of the warming food. ??What is it?? he asked, moving to one of the cupboards. Opening it up, he plucked out two glasses, setting them down on the counter. Taking the carton of juice from her, he filled them both with fruity goodness. Putting the carton back in the fridge, Micah took the glasses into the adjacent dining room, setting one down at his spot at the end of the long table, and the other to the right, where Desiree always sat. Going back to the kitchen, Micah leaned up against one of the counters close to Desiree, watching the seconds count down on the microwave. ??Crossing his strong arms in front of his chest, he looked over to her. ??Don??t get used to the 1am cerfew?? He started to tell her. ??You??ve earned it this time, but by no means will it become the new standard,? He informed her in a fatherly tone. ??If you are here even a minute past one, I??ll ground you for a week,? He continued on. ??No TV, no internet, nothing except school,? Micah let his order set in for a moment. ??Is that understood?? he asked, a slight smile on his face even though he was being firm, knowing that his terms would be acceptable.