Evelyn Tries (Short Story & Pin-up)

"Nuh-uh! No way! You march your butt upstairs and hit those books, Evelyn! You have exams coming up! You need to study!"

"But daaaaad," Evelyn whined and protested fully expecting her dad to cave in.

"No means no, young lady! Now get upstairs!"

Evelyn's father was unusually firm on his stance this time. He's tried in vain to convince Evelyn to stay home and study before, but this time was different.

Maybe it's because I skipped school last week to go on that camping trip with Nileya, Evelyn thought to herself as she tried to figure out the shift in her dad's behaviour.

Is it because I haven't cleaned up my room in a month? My clothes are all over the floor, and he HAS been yelling at me about learning responsibility...

Staring vacantly at her dad as he reprimands her, hearing precisely nothing he's saying, Evelyn can't quite seem to figure out just why he's so upset with her.

Maybe he's mad because of that letter he got from the school. About academic... probation? Failing half my classes? He can't be mad about that! That means I'm PASSING half of them too! Duh, dad!

By the time Evelyn stomped back up the stairs and slammed the door to her room, she was bristling with frustration.

Ugh! Not fair, dad! Now I've gotta cancel my date with Andy and Randy - those hot twins on the Tennis team! Agh! Dad! I've never been on a date with twins before!

Muttering to herself, Evelyn throws her cute pink backpack to the floor of her room and undresses from her date outfit; a short pink denim skirt and a tiny, tight-fitting yellow lace halter top hidden beneath a modest grey hoodie - no panties.

And I heard from Hannah those boys are into some really weird stuff! I wanna do weird stuff too!

Changing into something more comfortable - a white t-shirt and the first pair of clean underwear she could find atop the mountain of clothes on her floor - Evelyn let out a dejected sigh and began unpacking her backpack. She gathered up the twenty-or-so condoms that she'd excitedly tossed into her bag earlier that night, returning them to the top drawer of her bedside nightstand. "Sorry, boys. No fun for us tonight," she said sadly to the condoms collected in her tiny cupped hands before letting them fall into her open drawer.

Suddenly, Evelyn's attention is called by a knock on her bedroom door.

"Evelyn, honey? Are you in there?"

It's dad! Evelyn gathered the rest of the items in her backpack (lube, a ball-gag, and a big black 10-inch dildo made to look very much like the real thing) and shoved them haphazardly into her drawer.

"Yeah...? What is it, dad?"

Evelyn opened the door just a crack to see her remorseful-looking father. I bet he's sorry for yelling at me!

Without looking up, Evelyn's dad spoke to her through the crack in her door with all the loving patience of a doting parent. "Well, honey... I was thinking about the way I spoke to you downstairs. It's not fair to you, sending you to your room just like that..."

Kee-hee-hee! Here it comes! Evelyn smiled impishly, fully expecting her dad to cave.

"...when what I should have done in the first place is... offer to help you study!"

"HUH!?" No! Wait! Help me study!? But I wanna go out!

Peeking into her room, Evelyn's dad sighs. "Oh, Evelyn... you haven't cleaned your room yet? What would your mom say if she saw this?"

I knew it! He's still mad about my room! Mystery solved!

Evelyn looks back at her messy room; clothing collected in large piles on either side of her bed; magazines and unread schoolbooks strewn across the floor; a collection of used plates  and discarded candy wrappers gathered on her desk. She laughs a sheepish laugh and opens her bedroom door for her dad.

"Seriously, Evelyn. We've got to do something about this place." Her dad looks around, aghast with the state of her room. He makes his way over to her desk where he collects stuffed toys and other miscellaneous clutter into his arms in a futile attempt at tidying up.

"No wonder you can't get any work do--"

Evelyn's dad pauses midsentence as he finally gets a good look at his daughter. Blushing, he fumbles with the mess around her desk, undoing much of his work, as he tries to regain his composure.

"E-Evelyn! What are you doing dressed like that? You can't walk around the house in your underwear like that! It's immodest!"

"But, dad," Evelyn responds. "You came into my room! I can dress how I want in my room!"

"W-well, yes. Be that as it may, Evelyn. I- I..."

Feeling playful, and pleased to see her dad squirming, a notion struck Evelyn. She knew precisely what she must look like right now to her dad as he stood alone with her in her bedroom. She could feel the snugness of her little green camo underwear pulling against her pussy, and she could feel the lightness of her slightly transparent white t-shirt.

Dad's looking at my body right now... he can see almost everything... The thought of teasing her dad with her body was somehow both uncomfortable and exciting. I wonder how he'll react...?

"I'm sorry, dad... I know I should be trying harder... and I know I should be cleaning my room too..." 

Evelyn got up real close to her dad as she spoke softly to him, in her light, lilting tones. Instinctively, she crossed her arms across her body, pushing up her small breasts against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Biting her lip and avoiding her dad's gaze, Evelyn looked away to the other side of her bedroom and said "I'm a good girl. I promise!"

Flustered, Evelyn's dad quickly turned away from her and nervously stumbled over his words. "Ev-Evelyn, please! I can, I can s-see your-"

A familiar feeling of excitement tugged on Evelyn's heart. She was ashamed, but she was excited. In her most flirtatious tone, Evelyn looked up at her dad with her half-closed hazel-green eyes and asked him point-blank "you can see my what, daddy?"

"A-anyway, Evelyn! I think you should finish tidying up this room so we can get some studying done!" Evelyn's dad purposefully averted his eyes from his young daughter as he made his way to her bedroom door, and a surprising feeling hit Evelyn in her stomach - like she didn't want him to leave. Chasing this unusual feeling, Evelyn - excited, confused, and inexplicably flirtatious - wanted to leave her dad with an impression that he wouldn't soon forget.

"W-wait, dad!"

Evelyn's dad stopped at the doorway. He lets out a sigh and, without turning around, asks "yes, sweetie?"

"Dad, I got my belly-button pierced! It's cute! Do you wanna see?"

"What!? My baby got her belly button pierced!? Why would you - "

Evelyn's dad raises his voice and spins around to face her when he's cut short by a vision that turns him into a stuttering, stumbling mess.

"What do you think, daddy...? Do you like it?"

Blushing from ear to ear, face as red as a beet, Evelyn stands in front of her dad with her hands on her taut bare teenage stomach showing off her bright little belly-button piercing, with her fingers subtly pointing downward toward her eager, wet pussy, on full display through the fabric of her soaked underwear where she hiked them up to create a distinctly visible camel toe while her dad faced away from her.

Evelyn's dad says nothing for a solid ten seconds while he stares at his pretty, young teenage daughter showing off her tight little body to him - including the shape of her tight little teenage pussy pressing against the soft cotton of her wet underwear.

He turns around hurriedly, tripping over his own feet, as he catches himself staring at his own daughter. "Evelyn! Clean your room," he scolds her as he shouts from the upstairs landing. "And put some clothes on!"

As the door swings shut, standing alone in her bedroom, Evelyn collapses down onto her knees.

I can't believe it... my dad looked at me for so long! He could see everything! He looked right at my pussy...! Why did I do that? I'm sorry, daddy... Your little girl's pussy got wet because of you! Your little girl's such a slut, daddy!

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The next morning, Evelyn's dad slowly opens the door to her bedroom. It's Saturday, and he got up early to make breakfast for the entire family. When he peeks into her room, he sees Evelyn asleep on the floor, half her body buried beneath mountains of laundry. In her left hand is a pink pen, and drool collects on a notebook underneath her face where she fell asleep.

"Ah, Evelyn... you tried, honey."

Evelyn's dad decides to let her sleep in and closes the door, the sound causing Evelyn to stir awake. Squinting in the morning light, she lifts up one arm and wipes the drool from her face. She sits up, causing the laundry to fall around her body, and looks down at herself, trying to remember what she did last night after her dad left her bedroom.

Her memory is hazy, but Evelyn's completely naked from the waist down. Her little clit feels sensitive and satisfied, and the mound of her pussy is slightly red and warm, as though it's blushing. The cute little tuft of pubic hair above her pussy is wild and disheveled.

She looks down at her notebook, the open page decorated with little hearts and words written in her own handwriting, the largest elaborately decorated heart in the middle reading "Evelyn loves daddy!"

Evelyn smiles shyly to herself and chuckles softly, "tee-hee…," before laying her head back down on the floor.

Her hand wanders down to her sensitive little clit as her mind drifts. She rubs herself softly, her eyes closed.

"Maybe... just one more... dad."