TITLE: Artist 2 - Crossed the Line Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng. ALL Rights Reserved STORY CODES: Mf, nc, cheat, reluc, blackmail SUMMARY: The first Artist introduced us to Danny, his wife Amanda and his three stepdaughters. It appears that Danny is being seduced by the eldest Natalie who is now 15 years old. ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual oriented acts with adults. Editor's note: As these stories unfold, time goes by, people get older. As ages are given out, they are for that moment, at times older than prior stories. For example Danny was 21 and Amanda 33 when they met. Natalie was 14 when the girls arrived. All three are a year older now. Hi. I am Danny, an artist. I paint, generally portraits. I am 22 years old, married to a beautiful 34-year-old woman named Amanda. She has three daughters who just came to live with us 6 months ago. Their names and current ages are Natalie now age 15, Donna who just turned 13, and Patty age 10, almost 11. Natalie convinced me to paint her in the nude. But somehow I found myself having to do some physical contact to get her body in the right condition. Though I have not as of yet had sex with her, I dream about it all the time. Natalie, perhaps in her own innocent way, more likely on purpose, is wearing down my resolve. I need to finish this painting quickly so that our lives can get back to normal. Natalie's mother, my wife, Amanda is the love of my life. I feel guilty as hell about my thoughts of Natalie and just want my old life back, the way it was before I agreed to paint Natalie in the nude. Natalie was waiting for me downstairs while I relieved my sexual tension by masturbating in my bathroom. I quickly got dressed and grabbing Amanda's bathrobe, ran downstairs to my basement studio where she was in position, ready to be painted. I wanted to make sure Natalie got covered up as soon as we were done, thus the bathrobe. "Well it's about time you get here," she scolded me. There she knelt, completely nude, ready for me to continue my painting. Her breasts were perfect, bold, alert, hard, resting on a not yet completely mature body. I was able to easily finish painting her breasts. That bit of activity in my bed seemed to leave her breasts in perfect condition, aroused. Now I worked on her lower torso, her legs, her tuft of hair between her thighs. Just the hint of pussy lips peeking out. I thought she might give me trouble painting her pussy but all went well. Ironically I couldn't seem to get her hair placed around her head just the way I wanted to paint it. I tossed it behind her shoulders, partially hanging over, spread wide, pulled together, nothing seemed right. As I worked with her hair she put her hand on my thigh to steady herself. I tried to ignore it but her fingers were so close to my member that I got an erection. "Oh, did I just cause that, ... again?" she asked in her most innocent little girl voice. "Yes...No...What? What do you mean, again?" I asked back, trying to sound innocent myself. "Well you know, like when I thank you at the end of our sessions, how hard you get, and upstairs this morning, in your bed." The bed I could understand but was I always that obvious, I thought? "It just happens sometimes to men, nothing to be concerned about," I told her. "Then you wouldn't be effected if I did something like this," and she took her nails, glided them up my shaft from my balls to my stomach. I grabbed her wrist but too late. She knew how hard she was making me right then. She felt it throb before I pulled her hand away. She just smiled. "This is not happening, Natalie," I told her. "I am going to finish this painting and then you are going to put that bathrobe on," pointing to Amanda's white robe I had brought down with me. "I will never see you in the nude again." "Why, does my nudity turn you on Danny?" she asked. "Do you see me in your dreams or something? Do we do things together, you and me, intimate things, sexual things?" Where did she learn to talk like that? She took her other hand and repeated the glide up my shaft. I stood up and told her, "Fuck Natalie." "OK with me," she said cutting me off. "Right now or after we're done with the session today?" "No, stop it, never," I protested. "You're playing with fire and you're going to get burnt." "So you are saying that you are the fire that I am playing with?" she teased. I ignored her and tried to change the subject, "Listen, back to the painting, I have an idea for your hair. I want you to get it wet in the shower, just your hair, not your body, and certainly not your face. You can use the shower down here," and I pointed to the bathroom. "If you want my body dry, I'll need your help or you'll just have to dry off my nude body yourself," she stated. "Would you like to do that Danny, rub the towel all over my naked body?" "No, and don't get your body wet. It changes the look of the skin and ironically the lighting of the hair. That wet look doesn't dry off very fast. It takes time. Just get the hair wet," I instructed. "You need to hold me so I don't fall in then," she said. "Come with me." "Keep your head down and your face dry," I reminded her. I followed her to the bathroom and after she got the temperature just right she had me hold her around the waist as she put her head under the stream. Holding her like that put her ass to my dick and just made me that much harder. A fleeting thought of me fucking her right then came across my mind but I didn't move. She was wiggling her butt enough for the both of us. I may have pulled her back against my throbbing dick a little harder than I needed to. When her hair was sufficiently wet I helped to pad out most of the water without getting her face wet from the hair. As she stood up, she turned around with my arms still around her waist bringing her body close to mine, our faces inches apart. The sexual tension was incredible, but at least her hair was perfect for the painting. I needed to arrange her wet hair a little, as soon as I could break free from this trance she had me in. She was in my arms. Why couldn't I just take her now, I thought. I closed my eyes. This wasn't happening, would not happen, could not happen. I loved my wife and decided in that very moment that I could not, would not allow Natalie and this situation ruin my marriage. "For someone not interested, you sure seem to find ways to end up pressed against me," she flirted with me again. Her voice broke me free. I was back in control now. I knew what this was, a silly fantasy that I was ending now. Though it didn't matter for the painting, she did get her back wet when she had her hair under the water, and in the process the front of my pajamas. After drying off her back I had to remove my pajamas and put on a dark gray robe I had hanging in the bathroom. I tied it in the front to keep my nakedness from showing. I told her, "Go on back to your position. We are going to finish this painting now." I spit out the words. With her kneeling again I got down close and began arranging her clumps of hair around her face and shoulders. "We could have so much fun, you and I together," she smiled at me. "You don't know what you're saying," I replied in a stern voice. I starting to get angry with her, hoping that would help me maintain my new found control. "I could be your fantasy come true," she pressed on. "Once that animal is freed, it's hard to put her back in a cage," I warned. "Who wants to cage her? Let her run free," she said. I got her hair just the way I wanted it, a couple of long groups of strands over her one shoulder with the rest behind her turned head. As I stood up Natalie reached out and let her hand try to caress my erection we both knew was hidden under my robe. "Stop it!" I shouted. She put that pouty face on with her lower lip pushed out. I wanted to kiss her, take her lips with mine. No, I didn't. It was just a momentary lapse. I finished the painting somehow, taking longer on her hair than I should have. But I couldn't get her out of my head. The last 20 minutes I painted her hair while boasting a rock solid erection. All I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her. But I knew it would never happen. Never. I was confident of that. The painting had to finish drying so I moved it to a special drying rack by the little kitchen table. When I turned around Natalie was right there next to me. She put her hands around my neck and tried to kiss me. "No, damn it!" I shouted, as I pried her hands from my neck and walked a few steps away. I loved my wife Amanda, I kept telling myself. This was Amanda's daughter. It was wrong. There was no good ending here. It would ruin everyone's life. "You know you want me," she teased. I didn't say anything because she was right. "See, you stay silent because it's true. You want to fuck me." I just shook my head no as I stared at the floor trying to regain my composure, trying to grasp at anything that would put an end to this. Anger was the only thing I could find. I grabbed the white robe and threw it at her. "Put it on," I ordered. I sounded so stern she did as I asked, leaving it open at the front. "Do it, just do it, fuck me Danny," she taunted me again and again. I really was getting outright mad at her. "Oh Danny, am I that repulsive to you?" Her taunts suddenly turned to pleading, a sadness in her voice, a little girl's voice. In that moment I wanted to hold her, tell her everything would be OK. "No, not at all," I reassured her. "You're beautiful Natalie. It's just..." She had stepped towards me again, her body inches from mine. She put a hand to my face, looked deeply into my eyes as she undid the tie on my robe with her other hand. I couldn't take it any longer. I felt the rage come back. I couldn't control my emotions any longer. I said, "So you want to be fucked do you?" With a quick twist I spun her around facing away from me. I pushed her forward a couple of steps and then face down onto the nearby table. She struggled a bit, but not too hard, as I threw the bottom of her robe to one side, revealing her bare ass to me. With my own robe now open my modest 6-inch-plus shaft was free. Kicking her legs apart made her grunt. Taking my erection in my hand I placed it at her pussy opening and worked the head just inside. Fortunately she was already wet. I pushed in hard and she let out a cry of pain. I was only in a couple inches but I felt her hymen give way to my advancing cock head. Pulling out I rammed in the rest of the way, bottoming out. Though she was incredibly tight she could obviously take my shaft completely. I grabbed each side of her ass and began a relentless assault on her body. As I thrust forward I pulled her back towards me, my body slapping against her ass. I continued thrusting hard and deep for several minutes, to the tune of her grunts in rhythm with each forward motion. She was soon breathing loudly, almost wheezing that lasted a full minute before ending in her screaming that she was cumming. But I wasn't ready to give her up just yet. This god-damned fucking bitch had teased me too long to get by so quick and easy. I continued fucking her through another orgasm before I couldn't hold back any longer. I wanted to shoot my load deep in her cunt but knew that probably wasn't wise. Wow, for once I had a clear thought. So I pulled out and pumped my load all over her ass, the back of her robe and into her wet hair. I hadn't cum this much ever. A quick thought hit me that this robe I had just covered in cum was my wife's. As my cum shot out onto Natalie I heard a gasp from behind me. Turning I saw the bottom half of a little girl run up the stairs. In my rush to come downstairs earlier that morning I had failed to lock the basement door. It was clearly little Patty. I would have to talk to her and put some kind of spin on what she saw, make her think it was something else entirely. Turning back to Natalie I saw a hint of blood running down her leg. I pulled my robe together with the waist tie and went to get a wet washcloth. Natalie didn't move away from the table until I had her cleaned up. "This never happened and you will never speak of it to anyone, not your sisters, not your friends, and certainly not your mother," I demanded. "Do you understand?" She got up, tossed the robe on the floor, and walked over to her clothes putting them on. I hadn't remembered her having them downstairs but she must have put them there long before I ever came down that day. "Do you understand?" I repeated. "Yes, I understand. I'm not a fucking idiot," she replied. "I just didn't know it was going to hurt like that, that's all." "It only hurts like that the first time," I said absentmindedly before realizing my mistake. I shouldn't be encouraging her to try it again. She paused and looked at me a moment. Then I saw that twinkle in her eye that I knew meant trouble for me. "You can't say anything," I said again, "and we're never doing this again." "Noted," she replied with a smile and went upstairs. I heard her say hi to Patty, asking her when she got home and why so early. Patty said something about her teacher being sick. I got upstairs just in time to hear Patty asking, "What were you guys doing down there?" I had to think fast, anything but the truth would do. What I said was lame but better than the truth. "Your sister Natalie is practicing for a play for school next year. It's the kind that little girls like you shouldn't watch. It's only for big kids and it's a secret so don't tell anyone or they will steal her school play and she'll get an F on the assignment. You can't tell anyone, not your mom, or your sister." "So I can't watch it?" Patty asked. "Not until you are a couple of years older," I told her, thinking that would be safe. "Yes, when you are a little older," Natalie added with a smile, "and then I'm sure Danny will give you a private demonstration of the whole thing. He'll show you everything, just like he did with me, I promise. But for now don't say anything." I gave Natalie a dirty look. "Promise Danny, when I get just a little older you'll do the play with me, you'll do everything with me just like you did with Natalie? Promise?" Patty stared at me waiting for my response. I could only give one answer that would keep her quiet. "Yes, of course Patty, just like I did with Natalie." "Just a little older," she repeated. "You promised. Everything." "Yes, everything, I promise," I said again. Patty finally moved on to other subjects like her teacher being sick, and Donna picking on her, little girl stuff. It appeared we had dodged a bullet. Patty soon took off to her room. We were fortunate that Donna was in her room down the hall and didn't hear any of the conversation. "That was close," I mused out loud. "Yeah, we'll have to be more careful next time," Natalie said. I looked sternly at her. "There isn't going to be a next time Natalie. This was a mistake, a frustrated moment of weakness on my part. It won't happen again." "We'll see," she said. "You do realize, you just fucked a minor, and your wife's daughter." She then smiled, turned and went to her room. Things got back to normal throughout the weekend. Sex with Amanda was incredible and I was seeing less and less of Natalie in my mind's eye as I fucked my loving wife. The following Monday Amanda came to me. "I am taking the girls with me to the gym. It's a free family night. I know you won't go, that's not what I'm asking," she said. "Donna just does not want to go this time. Would you mind keeping an eye on her while I'm gone. I know that puts a crimp in your relaxation time but we shouldn't be gone more than a couple hours or so. I'm sure you'll take good care of her, like you always do all of our girls." "No problem at all honey," I told her. "Go. We'll be fine. I'll keep her out of trouble." "Who's going to keep you out of trouble?" my wife laughed as she walked away. After they left Donna came up behind me on the couch and started massaging my shoulders. "Wow, nice, what did I do to deserve this?" I asked. "Nothing Danny, it's what you are going to do," she stated as she continued to massage my shoulders. "What do you mean," I asked confused. "Patty told me all about what you two were doing downstairs," she said. My heart skipped a beat. "Wha...what do you mean? Didn't she tell you Natalie and I were practicing a play." "Bullshit. Patty may believe you but I'm 13 now and I know better," Donna said. "You fucked her, you fucked Natalie didn't you?" Busted. I didn't say anything. "And now you're going to fuck me," she demanded. "No Donna, I'm not. What happened between Natalie and I was a total accident that will never happen again." "That's a load of crap. You're going to fuck me and you're going to fuck me now, or I may have to share your 'play' with Mom," she threatened. Donna walked around to the front of the couch. She was wearing a short black skirt with a red blouse. I watched as she reached up under her skirt, a moment later pulling her red cotton panties down her legs.. This just couldn't be happening. But I couldn't see any way out of this. I began to question whether I loved Amanda at all. I didn't seem to put up near as much of a fight with Donna as I did with Natalie. But what choice did I really have? It was either fuck her or the whole house of cards collapses. But knowing what Donna wanted I had to try and stop her. "We are not doing this Donna," I stated with a voice of authority. Donna had long straight black hair down to her waist. She didn't seem to be shy about her body at all. "Take off your clothes," she ordered me, ignoring my protests. "There is no way in hell this is happening," I told her. She smiled knowing that she had me over a barrel. Donna removed her blouse and flipped her hair back revealing her perky little breasts. She reached down and undid my belt, unzipped my jeans. "OK, game over Donna," I conceded. "You've made a fool of me. Now stop this." I tried to get up but she just used that movement to yank my jeans down over my butt and down to my knees. It was easy for her to pull my underpants down, releasing my now hard shaft. "You want this too I see," she announced. She got up on the couch with her knees on either side of my legs. Then she let her knees slide outward lowering her body down to my shaft, which at this point was as erect as I had ever seen it. Her skirt slid up her thighs but still blocked any view of my shaft anywhere near her pussy. I knew what I was about to do was wrong and I wouldn't be doing it if Donna had given me any other choice. But she didn't. So I might as well enjoy it, I rationalized. As her pussy lips first touched my cock I jerked in anticipation. Donna pulled her legs back in but upwards allowing her body to lower down onto my erection. And then I slid in. There was no scream of pain, no blood, no hymen. I didn't know if this girl was a virgin or not but she clearly knew what she was doing. She was a bit athletic and could have lost her hymen long ago. Donna moaned as she slowly worked her body up and down my shaft. Her tightness was fantastic and she took me all the way in. She leaned forward towards me and placed one of her tiny breasts into my mouth. "Yes, Danny, suck it like that. Oh that feels so good. It has been so long." So long? What did she mean by that? Maybe she wasn't a virgin. I kept licking and sucking her breasts and tiny nipples. Her movements slowly increased in speed and power. "Yes Danny, that's so nice," she proclaimed. "Do you like fucking me Danny? Do you like fucking your little girl? Do you like fucking your 13-year-old stepdaughter?" At this point I did like it. I liked it a lot. "Yes, Donna, I like fucking you." "You promised Mom tonight that you would take care of me. Is fucking me your way of taking care of me Danny? Is it Danny? Is it?" "I guess tonight it is," I said. "So you think Mom would approve of the way you take care of me?" she asked. "Do you think she would be OK with you fucking me?" "I don't think you or I will be telling her those kinds of details," I warned her. "Did Natalie feel this tight around your cock, Danny?" she asked. "Did she feel this good to you? Did her cunt grip your prick as tight as mine does?" Where did she learn to talk like this, I wondered. "God no," I told her. "You're so much better than Natalie." I didn't know if it was true or not. I just knew at that very moment, I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world, doing anything else at all except fuck Donna. With a look of satisfaction she came on my cock, squeezing so hard it made me climax too. I didn't have time to get her off of me and I shot my load of cum deep into her vagina. It took a couple of minutes before we were both breathing easier again. "Does Mom fuck you that good?" "No one fucks as good as you Donna," I told her. "You know Danny," she continued, "you are closer to my age than you are to Mom's. You are only 9 years older than me but you are 12 years younger than Mom. Since I have so much more energy than Mom then it's only natural that I can fuck you ten, no a hundred times better than Mom can. And of course I fuck you better than Natalie simply because I do everything better than Natalie, including fucking you." "I can't argue with that," I agreed with her. "But we can't be doing this again. This was a one-time thing." "If you think this is just for tonight then you are sadly mistaken mister," Donna warned me. Thinking about how good it felt a moment ago when I had emptied my load into her, those words only made me smile in agreement. At that moment I was a happy man. I would deal with reality later. She just stared at me as I thought about the past week. I had fucked my two oldest stepdaughters, ages 15 and 13. It made me wonder if I would make it all three. Little Patty was only 10 years old. She had barely started puberty. Could I actually violate her? What would you do? Well at that moment I was still inside Donna, somehow still hard, and over an hour and a half before my wife and other two stepdaughters returned. I did what any father would do with his cock inside his hot 13-year-old daughter's pussy. I fucked her repeatedly good and hard for the next hour. The end (until I could figure out what to do about it all)