Are stepfathers are never off limits? Not when they're powerful, handsome and willing! A dashing, handsome stepfather and the beautiful teenage stepdaughter enjoy a little flirting that seems all so harmless but gradually leads to other things. Excerpt: Wendy, Maryann's daughter, was a tiny little thing, with long, medium-brown hair. Her figure was somewhat underdeveloped for her age. Most of her girl friends were wearing bras, whereas Wendy might have qualified for a training bra, but nothing more. Otherwise, her white flesh had nice curves around the rump and hips, and she had nice-looking calves, but otherwise she was still a little girl. Her arms were like sticks, and she had baby fat around her waist. In her one-piece bathing suit, she looked chic. Maryann hadn't wanted to take her daughter on her honeymoon, but she'd had no one with whom to leave the girl, and she had no intention of leaving her home alone. So Wendy had come with them, though in a separate room, at night. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket on a small deck table Evening was already coming on as Maryann drank her last glass, emptying the bottle. She was a little high and becoming animated in her actions. "It's such a beautiful evening," she said. "And this is such a pretty lake." "We'll call it Lake Maryann, after you," her husband smiled, putting down his own champagne glass. Maryann turned to look at her new husband, whom she was certain she was able to control and said, "Thank you, darling. I appreciate that." Her words were more than slightly slurred, but she didn't care. She felt good, really good. The warm air caressing her body felt like a light, tingly summer shower. Wendy, seeing the looks passing between her mother and stepfather, decided this was no place for her.