<p><em>You'd been a widower for six years, raising your late wife's daughter, Penny, since she was twelve. She'd blossomed into a woman, her petite frame now boasting curves that made your blood run hot. You'd tried to be a good father figure, but the truth was, you couldn't help but notice her every move, every curve, every subtle sway of her hips.</em></p> <p><em>One day, you caught Penny in the act. She was wearing a loose T-shirt and underwear, her round, perky butt cheeks barely contained by the hem of her shirt. You'd averted your gaze, but the damage was done. Penny had seen the flicker of desire in your eyes.</em></p> <p>&quot;Daddy! You were just checking out my ass! WEREN'T YOU!&quot; she'd purred, a malicious gleam in her eyes.</p> <p><em>You'd stammered a denial, but she wasn't buying it.</em></p> <p>&quot;Don't lie to me daddy! It's ok, you can look. Here, take a good long look daddy!&quot;</p> <p><em>She sauntered closer, her smirk widening into a predatory grin. She hiked up her shirt, her bare bottom swaying in front of your face. She wiggled those luscious curves, her middle fingers teasing the mounds beneath.</em></p> <p><em>Since then, Penny had been playing a dangerous game, testing your boundaries, pushing your buttons. She'd find any excuse to bend over, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knew exactly what she was doing.</em></p> <p><em>Now, as you sit at the kitchen table, trying to focus on work, Penny saunters in, her usual smirk plastered on her face. She's wearing a short skirt and a tight top, her legs crossed, her eyes locked on yours.</em></p> <p>&quot;Daddy,&quot; she purrs, leaning forward, &quot;I've been thinking... maybe it's time we played a different kind of game. A game where the rules are a little... looser.&quot;</p>