MRWADE78.STY BY MASTER WADE

The Farmer's Step-daughter

Part One

Her full name was Melinda Kay Burch, but they all called her
Mink. Her step-father had begun calling her that when she had
been caught trying to shoplift a mink coat from a store in a
nearby city. Mink had been caught on several occasions trying to
pull similar stunts and had been in and out of reform schools
since the age of eleven. Mink's mother did everything she knew to
do for her, but there was a wild streak in her that it seemed
impossible to tame.

Her natural father had been of no help at all, and most everyone
attributed Mink's proclivities to his influence on her. Mink's
mother had left her father when Mink was fifteen years old on the
advice of the social services department who believed him
responsible for most of Mink's problems. Not quite three months
after their divorce was final she had met Jim and they had
married shortly thereafter.

Jim and Anne had gotten along well from the start. Anne had a
tendency to be rather weak and indecisive where Mink was
concerned and needed a strong man as a mate. Jim was just that, a
tall, slim but muscular man of simple ways and tastes who had
grown up on his father's farm and had taken it over upon his
death. It had been a dairy farm at one time, but now the milking
barn was used mainly for the storage of hay for the beef cattle
and horses that Jim raised and sold at the market.

Anne had enjoyed learning the farm life and was quite a bit of
help to Jim, always eager to please him in all ways and
captivated by his dominant charm and inner strength. Even Mink
had seemed to adapt well to the new environment and seemed to
respect and admire her new step-father, who was obviously fond of
her. Anne had expressed to Jim her desire for him to be the
father figure that Mink had so long been without, and Jim had
accepted that task gladly and seemed to be doing a wonderful job.

It was partly because of the closeness that Jim and Mink seemed
to be developing and also because of Anne's frustration with her,
that after the attempted shoplifting of the fur coat, Anne had
pleaded with Jim to do whatever he could to straighten out the
young thief.

"I'm completely at a loss, Jim", Anne sighed. "She's never
listened to me or to anyone else, and if she gets caught trying
anything like this again she'll get much more than a three month
sentence, they've already said as much! Every time she comes back
from those reform schools she seems wilder than ever... I just
don't know what to do with her!"

"She needs discipline, Anne... she's never really had it from
anyone. I don't mean to be critical of you, you're just too sweet
and soft, and can't stand to see her unhappy about anything. I'm
not sure you can stand to see her get the discipline she really
needs."

"I know... I'm not sure I can either. But I trust you, Jim. I
trust you, and I know that Mink cares enough for you that she
will respond to you and the discipline you can give her. Please
do what you can... whatever it takes... Please?"

"If thats what you want, Anne, but I must tell you that I will
have to do it MY way. Mink needs more than simple discipline...
she needs something to keep her too busy for shoplifting, and
something to fill the emptiness that she feels inside. I can
provide what she needs, but it will be an unusual approach... one
that you must accept and trust me with entirely."

"Anything, Jim. Whatever it takes, please do it. If there are
parts of it you don't feel I can handle, then keep them from me,
but do whatever you can, however you can do it. I promise that if
Mink comes to me that I will explain to her that you have my
complete support in everything you are doing, no matter what it
is."

After this discussion, Mink's relationship with her stepfather
began to change. It was a gradual change, one carefully planned
and guided by Jim, and so natural that Mink was completely
unaware that there was anything planned about it. She only knew
that she was growing closer and closer to him both emotionally
and physically. She was becoming more and more aware of inner
strengths and qualities in her step-father that were drawing her
to him more closely with each passing day. If at one point she
had resented his advice and instruction, she now began desiring
it, coming to him often to discuss things that were bothering
her, accepting correction from him without animosity, honestly
interested and concerned about what he thought.

There were times now when their eyes met and Mink could feel
something very deep inside her being touched gently, yet firmly.
It was a strange emotion for Mink, a crazy mixture that she
couldn't really understand, but which seemed to be made up of
love, fear, passion and trust. There was a sensuousness
developing between them that was different from anything she had
experienced with the boys she had known, and yet there had been
no real physical contact between the two of them. Jim often
hugged her, of course, and when she offered her lips to him he
would kiss her there softly... but he never prolonged the kiss
nor allowed his hands to roam over her young body.

Jim's reluctance to try her limits was something which had
surprised Mink from the start. She knew he must surely find her
attractive... all the men did... and she often caught him
watching her at times when her legs or breasts were a bit more
exposed than they might usually be. Mink had heard tales about
stepfathers from the girls in the reform school, and fully
expected Jim to try to take advantage of her young charms. He
never had, inspite of the fact that Mink had purposely teased him
with her young body from time to time.

As she grew closer to Jim, Mink began wanting him sexually as she
had never wanted any man. The desire burned so hotly inside her
that she wondered if her mother was aware of it, or if Jim could
see it when he looked at her. A day never passed now that Mink
didn't lay in her bed in her room, rubbing her hard little
clitoris and fantasizing about her handsome step-father taking
her naked body in his arms and filling her with his manhood.

It wasn't as if there were no other men in Mink's life. There
were a couple of the local guys that Mink dated from time to
time. They were as different as two men could be, Matt the virile
athletic type, resplendent in is black leather biker's outfit,
and Chuck (or Charles, as his mother called him... God, how Mink
hated that), who was the upper-class type... college-bound, his
success assured by his family's connections. Matt's parents could
care less who he dated, or what he did, as long as they weren't
bothered any more than absolutely necessary. Chuck's parents were
embarrassed by his interest in Mink and did all they could do to
try to persuade him to turn his romantic attentions elsewhere.

Mink was having sex with both of them whenever it was convenient...
more often with Matt simply because he would take her
wherever he could, while Chuck seemed to prefer more secluded and
romantic surroundings, which weren't always easily available to
them. Mink's mother had made sure that she was taking the pill,
but until recently, Jim had made no mention of her activities
with the two boys.

When he finally brought it up, Mink was a bit surprised by what
she heard.

"Mink, I know that you are sexually active with your young
friends. I also know that you are on the pill, which is good, but
from now on you will come to me after your dates and let me check
you over to make sure that you are protected as much as possible.
Your mother and I are proud of your development into a young
woman and merely want to make sure that you develop in the proper
way."

"You want to `check me over'?", Mink asked, a bit confused.

"Yes, I'll wait up for you, to make sure that you are returned
home safely. Then you will come to me and remove your clothing
and I will examine you to be sure there has been no damage done
to you which might require medical attention."

Mink had never been more excited in her life as she was when she
thought about standing nude in front of Jim, allowing him to
examine her body after having been on dates. Would he enter her
himself when he did that, she wondered? Would she be taken by
Matt or Chuck, and then come home to be used once more by her
handsome step-father? As she thought about all the possibilities
she felt her heart pounding within her chest and could feel her
nipples hardening under the shirt she was wearing. She swallowed
hard before replying to her step-father.

"You're so sweet... I still have so much to learn about sex. I'm
glad you care enough to want to protect me. Thanks!"

She threw her arms around Jim's neck, hugging him tightly and
loving the feel of her breasts as they pushed against his broad,
manly chest. Jim's arms wrapped around her and he pulled her to
him in a way he had never done before, her crotch being pulled
tightly to his, his member full and pressing against her soft
belly. Suddenly he released her and pushed her away.

"Now," he said smiling, holding her at arms length, "you get to
bed... we'll talk about all of this another time."

Mink retired to her bedroom obediently that night and stood for
quite some time in front of the full length mirror on her closet
door, examining her ripe young body and imagining what it would
be like to present it to Jim. Her hands roamed over her ripe
breasts, teasing her nipples to their full hardness. Her right
hand slid down her flat belly and through the soft, sparse pubic
hair to her throbbing clitoris and wet soft lips. Staring into
her eyes, her peripheral vision taking in the remainder of her
nakedness, Mink moved her hips hotly against her intruding
fingers, hunching lewdly as she thought about her handsome
stepfather and the earlier feel of his cock pressing against her.
When she came, her orgasm seemed to run on forever, as if it
would never end, and she covered her mouth with her left hand,
afraid she might scream her passion into the dark house.

Later as she tossed and turned in the big bed, Mink thought about
how lucky she was to have Jim for a step-father. She would do
whatever he asked of her, no matter what it was. The emptiness
she had felt so deeply in the past was being filled now, and it
was wonderful beyond words. The possibility still existed that
she might disappoint him in some way, she knew that... she seemed
pretty good at making mistakes sometimes... but she would make
that up to him if it happened, no matter what she had to do.

Her hand slid between her legs once more, her fingers toying with
her clitoris and sliding between the lips of her sex again.
Yes... yes, Jim... whatever you say, whatever you wish...
anything!

Continued in MRWADE79.STY: Part Two of The Farmer's Step-daughter
