GARNET'S POV
My stepdad's hand was already between my legs before I was fully awake.
Not a dream. Not my imagination.
But his actual hand, warm and invasive.
Two fingers already moving through my p***y folds like it was the only thing that had kept him awake all night.
Startled, I turned my head to the bedside clock.
1:10 AM.
What the f**k!
Just one hour into free use week.
One bloody hour!
And he was already this desperate.
"How did you get into my room," I snapped. But my voice came out foggy with sleep and considerably less outraged than I needed it to be given the circumstances.
"Don't worry about that."
He didn't even look up. Just kept his eyes on what his hand was doing between my legs and to my p***y. Like I was something he was examining. "You're already wet."
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