Daddy....?

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Chapter 1

Kara's pov ~

Seventeen years old.

My mother was good to me, good but distant. She worked frequently, addicted to her job. My father had left when I was younger but since I was ten Steve had been my step-father, however I call him dad.

He's too good for mom though, way too good. Since he first came into our family I always preferred him, maybe I was just happy to have a father figure. Maybe it was more.

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~ I stood in the dimly lit kitchen. The dark quiet night is calm as I lean against the kitchen counter and take a sip of fresh tap water.

Wearing booty shorts and an oversized shirt, no bra or underwear. My booty shorts were slightly baggy.

I gasp as I feel something pressing against me.

I felt something hard pressing against my ass, really hard and warm... But it felt good. My stomach flips as I feel a hand cupping my p***y.

"Mmm~" I let out a moan then look over my shoulder. Steve. My step-father was stood behind me, touching me, he was hard.

I feel his hand pressing into me as I gasp.

"Mm what are you doing?" I ask weakly as I look up at him. ~

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*BANG*

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I jump up in bed.

Shit, did I have a wet dream... About my step-father...?

I groan and lay back down as I pull the blanket over me. I hear a wet noise then slowly slip my fingers into my underwear and sigh. Shit... I was so wet.

I shift slightly and fall back asleep — yes, still dreaming of Steve.