Yes

You pause a moment, just as your voluptuous Russian "wife" begins to exit the bath you minimize the program. You'd get to see that fine trim later if Natali was to be believed. Taking a deep breath you make your way over to the door. This was the perfect opportunity to test out being Vincent Calabrese. You had to know if this act was going to be possible. Melanie was the least threatening person in the house and the study was quiet and isolated so you wouldn't be interrupted or distracted. Also, with Melanie so infuriated she wouldn't be as observant as she might be normally. If you could fool the daughter the goons should be easy.

You unlatch the lock and open the door. Melanie storms in as you close and bolt the door behind her. You turn back to her. She stands with her back to you as she smolders in anger. She is still only wearing the green bikini you saw her in earlier. You couldn't help but stare at her perfectly shaped round bubble butt. She suddenly spins toward you, your eyes dart up to look at her face. Hopefully she didn't notice you checking out the goods.

She pouts at you, bottom lip stuck out and her blue-green eyes looking up at you like a puppy dog. "Louis is an asshole Daddy! He cancelled my pool party! My whole weekend is ruined! Make him stop it Daddy!"

Again, you guess her age to be around 20 or 21. Why is she acting like this? You think back to her exuberant skipping as you arrived at the house. Now looking at this petulant woman acting like a brat you put two and two together. She might look like a competent young lady but you realize she is a sheltered and spoiled daddy's girl. She probably hasn't had a real responsibility or days work in her life.

You do your best to take on a fatherly tone of voice, "Melanie, calm down. Louis is just doing his job."

"It's not fair!" She stamps her foot, her proud little tits bouncing with the impact.

Oh man, this was going to be tough. Despite the childish behavior you figured there must be a reasonable adult in there somewhere. "Come on, let's have a seat. We can talk about this Melanie."

You walk to the fireplace and take a seat on one of the wide plush wingback chairs situated there. You motion for her to sit across from you. Her shoulders slump and she mopes over to you. Okay, your first real test. Let's see how this goes. Melanie throws you for a loop as she walks straight up to your chair then proceeds to sit down and curl up on your lap, her head resting on your shoulder and chest. Involuntarily your back and shoulders stiffen. Remembering Natali's warning of the amount of physical contact you were supposed to expect from the daughter you try to relax. "Oh Daddy, I just never get to do what I want. I never get to have fun."

"Erm...Melanie..." You shift, trying your best to move her ass over to your thigh. You fail with the effect being that she ends up settling her sweet tush front and center.

"Why do you keep calling me Melanie Daddy?" She asks, her tone of voice shifting from whiny to something far softer and less grating. "Am I in trouble? Aren't I your little Laney anymore?"

'Shit,' you think to yourself, 'already my first big blunder.' You try to recover.

"No, you're not in trouble Laney. Sorry, it's been a tough day. I'm not myself right now." You cringe a bit as you say that last part and pat her shoulder in a weak attempt to comfort her. God damn it you wish she'd quit wiggling around on your crotch!

"Awww, that's okay Daddy." She lets out a sigh, "I guess I can always have the girls over another day." With exaggerated movements she snuggles into your chest and gives you an affectionate hug, her butt pressing and rubbing against your manhood with each motion. Her firm titties smooshing into your side, you can even feel her stiff nipples through the bikini tops. You get that unmistakable feeling, a spark of life down below as your dick starts to get ideas of its own once more. No, no, no, no! Hold...it...together...man! You cannot go full mast right now. You try to focus on the conversation at hand, trying to remind yourself that you still have to convince her that you truly are her father. You also try to remember that you are still in peril should things go wrong. You try again subtly to shift her over but as you do she redoubles her effort to nuzzle into you, making the situation so much worse.

She continues, "I'm just happy your back Daddy. I don't like it when you go away. Natali doesn't understand me like you do." She takes her index finger and begins tracing it over your chest and stomach. You sit in silence a few moments trying to figure a smooth way out of this. You pat her shoulder again in a very polite but insincere way, her flesh is warm and soft. The faint tropical coconut aroma of her sunscreen creeps up into your senses. "I like the new muscles. It looks good on you." She states bluntly. You detect no suspicion or doubt in her voice. "I hadn't even noticed before today. Good for you Daddy." She sits up suddenly, of course causing more downward pressure. Her face bright and proud that she'd just had a great idea. She bounces up and down in excitement. "You have to workout with me tomorrow! It'll be fun. A full workout. Yoga the very least. You just can't say no!"

'Lord have mercy!' you think. You hold her shoulder to stop the bouncing. Giving you a big smile she snuggles back into you once more. You clench your teeth and try to refocus on the hopelessly losing battle you are having with your nether regions. "Uh, er, maybe. Maybe. We'll see sweetie." Trying to change gears, "You must be cold, why don't we get you a robe or something." You say, hoping to get her up off of you and into something more concealing. Things were getting dire, you were packing a solid chub at this point and it just wasn't going to get better.

She reaches over to the side table beside you. Her hand finds a remote and after hitting a button a fire crackles to life in the ornate fireplace beside you. She burrows into you again, wiggling to find her most comfortable position once more. "That's okay, I'm nice and warm now."

You bite your lip and look skyward, hoping and praying she isn't feeling what is going on inside your pajamas. Hugging you once more she settles herself and sits still for a long quiet moment. You hear a small voice, "....Daddy?"

You swallow hard, your mouth bone dry. "Yes Laney?"