The step-daughter from hell

'In my own words?'

'Yes Mr Hudson. You protest your innocence. We have CCTV footage from your house, we have DNA evidence from Summer - your sperm in her vagina, her rectum, and traces in her mouth. Yet you protest your innocence, say it was all consensual, in fact you're saying that this petite, blonde 18 year old was the one at fault. The one manipulating you - a six-foot-two, strong, black man. Kindly explain. In fact go back to the very beginning.'

'You have to believe me, I didn't want anything to do with her. She's edited all that CCTV footage.'

'From the beginning please.'

'Ok, well I met Bev at a bar downtown, and we got on like a house on fire, we're both divorced, both got kids, both in our forties, neither of use were looking for love, it just happened and it happened fast. I was selling my house through my divorce and even though we'd only been going out a month, she suggested moving in. Her kids were grown up, we were getting on great. It made sense. Everything was fine for a few weeks. I work mainly at home for my web design work, and Bev is at the office most of the time. Then one day Bev announces that her daughter was coming to stay for the summer holidays, before starting uni at UCLA in the Fall. Her SAT scores were frightening. She had been living with her father, out East somewhere. I was meant to be picking her up from the airport, Bev had given her my number, but there was no call, I lost track of time. I was on a conference call and I heard the front door open, and from the home office I see this young lady, blonde, five foot two-ish enter the house. She's the spitting image of Bev, so I assume it must be Summer.'

'What was she wearing?'

'Er...some denim shorts and a vest sort of top. Mid-riff exposed, pierced navel, you know the sort of thing. Anyway, I finish my call and introduce myself, saying I wish she'd called me to pick her up etc. She is a bit rude, pointing out that I'm black for instance, and just asks where her Mom is, so I say at work, and then she makes herself some food and retreats to her room. I get on with my work, only a tiny bit worried that I haven't made that good a first impression, but think - oh well, another moody teenager. When Bev got home she turned into a bright, polite, model young lady. Talking nicely, helping in the kitchen, full of news and excitement about college. Later Bev explained that I probably wouldn't see Summer much - she'd be studying in her room, or sleeping or watching TV - teenagers and all that, you know, etc...

'What happened next?'

'Well that night whilst Bev and I were fucking, I got the weird sensation that we were being watched - I checked a couple of times, but I couldn't see Summer behind the door or anything. Next morning it started getting weird. Summer was all sweetness and light with her mum around, but as soon as she disappeared she changed instantly. Bev and I had breakfast and then she left for work, and I started my work in the study, next to the kitchen. About 11 am, Summer comes into the kitchen, wearing just an old T-shirt, I mean it barely covered her ass, and she got herself some cereal, making sure I could see everything as she opened the fridge, dropping the cereal box 'accidentally on purpose' that sort of thing. She must've heard me stop typing and just stare, 'cos I mean, I just couldn't take my eyes off. I thought maybe she'd forgotten I was there, but after pouring in her milk, she sauntered into the study, sat on the sofa and started eating.'

'Could you see any of her private parts at this point? Did you say anything?'

'Yeah! She sat cross legged, I could see everything. Landing strip, pussy lips, erect nipples through the t-shirt. I turned away instantly and asked what the hell she was doing. She just said she was eating breakfast and she didn't want to disturb me, but this was her favourite place to sit. She just munched the cereal whilst looking at me nonchalantly. Well I didn't know what to do, I just got on working. I mean I don't know this girl, she's my girlfriend's daughter, who I only met the night before, and she is sat openly showing me her pussy whilst eating frosties.'

'What happened next?'