He confronts her

Reaching the top of the stairs, Hunter looked down a short hallway. It didn't take him long to orient himself and realise that the second door on the left would be Danika's bedroom. He padded down the carpeted floor, wondering if the girl was still displaying herself at the window. He listened at the closed door, but heard nothing, then silently turned the doorknob and carefully opened the door.

Danika's back was to him, as she stood in front of her window. He could see from her reflection in the glass that she hand one hand fondling a pert teen tit, while the other rubbed her pussy. She was making soft whimpering noises, and her eyes were closed as she wriggled against her pleasuring hand.

Hunter watched her, grinning at the sight of the svelte young teens body. She had fine round rump that looked like a peach, and her legs were sleek and firm. She was high breasted, her moderate sized tits standing proud on her chest, the nipples small, but stiff and hard with excitement. He caught the scent of her arousal, and his grin widened as he watched her. He wondered if his pheromones would affect the girl as they had her mother, or whether she would be immune to them. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he looked at the writhing teen, already imagining her impaled on his cock.

Unable to control himself, he gave a soft growl as he watched Danika. With a squeak of alarm she spun to face him, her hands flying to cover her breasts and pussy.

"Oh My God! Mr. Collins! What are you doing here! Oh My God!" she squealed, crouching over to hide as much of her nubile body as possible.

Hunter grinned and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, savouring the sight of the alarmed girl, his cock thickening in his pants.

"Girls who display themselves so brazenly invite trouble," he said softly, stepping towards her. "You should be more careful Danika."

"Oh My God! Get out of here! Oh My God! What are you doing! Where's my mother? Oh My God!"

"Your mother asked me to come up and talk to you. She said you don't listen to her and you need a man to set you straight." He slowly came closer, watching the cowering teen and growing harder with every step.

"Oh My God! Stop! What are you doing? Oh My God!" she squealed, her eyes wide and alarmed. Hunter caught the thick rich scent of her arousal and smiled again, seeing the girl tremble. He reached out and grasped her shoulder, making her squeak again.

"You're a very naughty girl, Danika. Very naughty to stand in the window and show off your body like that. Someone might get the wrong idea."

"Oh My God! Mr. Collins! Let me...Don't....Oh My God!" she gasped, her eyes wide as she looked at him. He could feel her pulse as he held her, the growing aroma of her excitement flooding his nostrils.

"Why don't you stop hiding your body Danika? You weren't afraid to show me and the rest of the neighbourhood standing in the window. Take your hands away and show me what you're so proud of." He used his grip on her shoulder to pull her erect, where she stood cowering and trembling, her hands still covering her goodies.

"I'm...I'm so...so sorry....Mr. Collins....Oh My God! This is so embarrassing...Please...I won't do it again...Oh My God! I'm so sorry!"

"Show me," he said sternly, squeezing her shoulder as he insisted, feeling her tremble and quiver in his hands, seeing her bite her lip anxiously, and scenting the rich fecund aroma of her arousal.

"Show me, Danika."