Milford Thomas

Step-Daughter Initiation

Chapter 1

The summer sun beat heavily on the tiny inlet off the broad river. Large trees, untouched by civilization, surrounded the inlet on three sides. The fourth side was a narrow waterway leading back to the river. Wild birds abounded, and on land, small game lived without fear of being attacked and killed by larger animals. Nor did they fear the worst predator of all: man. It was too early for mosquitoes. Everything was quiet and peaceful.

The little cabin cruiser sat silently in the middle of the inlet, at anchor. It had arrived the previous night and would be gone when daylight started fading. This was the last day of the Rheingold's honeymoon. They had rented the cabin cruiser for two days, and Herb Rheingold had found the inlet quite by accident.

At the moment, Herb, his wife Maryann, and Maryann's daughter by a previous marriage, Wendy, were relaxing on deck. Maryann, tall, slender, with jet-black hair, had an excellent figure, and didn't mind showing it off wearing the briefest of bikinis. Her bikini was as black as her ebony hair, hiding her dark bush of pubic curls, though the hairs did stick out around the sides of the crotch band. Her tan thighs were long, slender and firm, with no stretch marks. In fact, although the woman was thirty-four, she looked at least ten years younger. Her fingernails and toenails were painted blood red, and her short, midnight hair was in an upsweep.

Cornering Herb Rheingold had been quite a feat for the divorcee. True, the man wasn't rich, but he had a good job as a real estate broker, and considering her condition when he and she had first met, she was ten times better off.

Rehingold, nice-looking, five feet nine inches in height, with graying black hair, was five years older than she. He had never been married, and when she'd come to his agency looking for a job as a part-time secretary, he had been smitten almost instantly with her. Not even her twelve-year-old daughter, Wendy, deterred the man from pursuing her. And Maryann, realizing how much the man was attracted to her, let him chase her until she caught him. He was about ten pounds overweight, but it made him look prosperous rather than fat. He had piercing gray eyes that seemed to look through one rather than at one, but Maryann soon learned it was an illusion.

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.