A Way And An Offer

I went into my room and fell down onto my bed, my mind was trying to twist itself around dad’s financial problem, another thing to blame on my biological father. If he didn’t kill mom then dad wouldn’t be in this mess. Suddenly I remember something from my high school math class about taxes when dad could substitute someone for mom and get a family tax rate.

I jumped up and went to my desk and fired up my laptop and went to the tax rules website. There it was under family rules how dad could get the higher tax rate just by claiming in mom’s place. The government didn’t place any qualifications on who could be claimed, so in my opinion all our financial problems were solved if dad was willing to claim me as mom.

I ran back into the living room and found dad back in front of his laptop. Excitedly, I told dad about what I remembered and directed him to the proper website and he read the regulations for himself. I didn’t have to say more, dad started to fill out the online paperwork needed and actually had a happy expression on face while doing so.

Then he continued onto his works site to update his marital status from widower to married and that was when his expression soured once more. “Looks like your idea just died Chris, it says here that proof of a marriage must be provided upon request, including upon request proof of cohabitation!”

“What does that mean dad?”

“Proof of living as man and wife!” Dad averted his eyes from me. “In other words proof of a sex life!”

Oh, I haven’t taken anything like that into account. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t repulsed by dad but while he was with mom I never considered him in that sort of light. Maybe it was the lighting of the living room but I began to see what mom saw in dad. Hell I saw something in Cole also. You know, like father, like son!

Dejectedly, I went back to my room as dad got another beer and went back to his chair. As i laid down on my bed, I started weighing the pro and cons of considering physically replacing mom in dad’s bed. I mean it’s not that I never had sex, but dad was dad! He’s family and I was taught in Sunday school that daughter didn’t think of their dad in those terms. Then my eyes spotted the picture of mom and dad on the steps of the church with a piece of white bristle board being held behind them saying “The making of a new family!”

Then it hit me, He’s not my biological father and if the various sites on the internet were to be believed it’s totally acceptable for step parents to have sex with their step children. And I knew how I could use that to my advantage. I put on my red bikini bottoms, placed the bra around my neck and went out to the living room.

Dad saw me coming and coming and couldn’t believe what I said to him. “I thought it over and if you’re willing then so am I. I’ll do everything that mom did!”

“Chris, I never ever considered doing anything sexual with you for any reason!”

I didn’t let that persuade me, I lifted my bra up and said.

"Why dad, I didn’t expect you to think that way. Just like I never thought that you might want to sample what I’m offering before saying yes!”

Dad couldn’t take his eyes off my bare breasts. His left hand went down over his crotch as if trying to cover up that he was thinking about how he felt about my offer!