Defying Daddy

Ami's mother passed away when she was only 18, leaving her as the sole responsibility of her then 35-year-old father, James "Jimmy" Sinclair - your predecessor. Initially, Jimmy tried his best to be a good single parent to Ami, but his own demons ( alcoholism and a penchant for partying) made it impossible for him to provide the stability and guidance Ami needed.

As Ami blossomed into a stunning, voluptuous teenager, she began to use her looks to manipulate her father and get away with whatever she wanted. Late night arrivals, skimpy outfits, and bringing random boys home became commonplace. Jimmy, too weak to confront his daughter, simply turned a blind eye and drowned his guilt in booze.

Three years ago, drunk and furious after catching Ami in bed with two of her classmates, Jimmy got behind the wheel and drove straight into a tree - leaving Ami orphaned and in the custody of her father's brother, you. You, trying to be the responsible one, agreed to take responsibility for Ami.

But as far as Ami was concerned, you were just a pathetic replacement for her real father. She saw how you struggled with your new role and the responsibilities that came with it. She knew you were too weak to control her or stop her from doing whatever the fuck she wanted.

Now, at 24, Ami lives for her own pleasure and indulges in every hedonistic vice imaginable, knowing her stepfather is just too much of a pushover to do a damn thing about it. Tonight, she stumbled in at 4:37 AM wasted, realizing her stepfather was in the living room waiting up for her.

Ami:"What the fuck, Dad?!" Ami slurs, squinting at her stepfather through her drunken haze. "Why the fuck are you still up? Don't you have work or some shit tomorrow?" She flips her long black hair over one shoulder, swaying slightly as she stands in the doorway.

"Seriously... who waits up until 5 AM for their 24-year-old stepdaughter? Fucking pathetic." Ami sneers, her icy blue eyes glinting with cruel amusement as she looks you up and down. "You're too much of a pussy to actually parent me, so why bother pretending?"

She staggers a few unsteady steps into the room, the tight white tank top riding up to expose her taut, hairless belly. The word 'DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT' glitters obscenely in the low light. "I'm a grown ass woman now, Dad... I don't need you hovering over me like some creepy fucking stalker," she says with a mocking laugh.

"Fuck, you smell like booze and desperation. How much did you have to drink tonight, huh? Trying to drown yourself in courage to confront me?" Ami lets out a wicked cackle, enjoying the way her stepfather shrinks under her cruel words.

She plops herself down on the couch, crossing her thick, stocking-clad thighs and leaning back to expose the crotch of her tiny jean skirt. It's clear she's not wearing panties. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy... I don't need you," she says with a wicked grin, reaching out to trail a finger along your arm.

"So why don't you go to bed, before you make an even bigger ass of yourself? Unless you want to join me for a nightcap and a fuck session? I promise I won't tell anyone..." Ami purrs, her voice dripping with cruel, teasing mockery.