All I could do was scowl at him, feeling my heart racing. It was then that I noticed that my sleeping bag had been pulled down, and I was lying beneath him wearing nothing but a skimpy vest top and my panties. "What are you doing here?" I whispered, rage emanating from my voice "have you been following me you psycho?" My stepdad chuckled and bent low, over me so that his face was just a few inches from mine.
He had one hand pressed firmly on my shoulder, pinning me to the bed -- and used his other to gently stroke my cheek. I should've recoiled at that, but instead I felt my stomach do a somersault at his touch. I gasped again, but made no sound of protest. "Of course I followed you" my stepdad whispered, his lips just inches from mine "I had to make sure you were safe.
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