Daddy....?

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. —————————— ~ 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. ~ ---------- *BANG* ---------- 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.