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)