By the time I get downstairs, I’m aware of every brush of my clothes against my skin.
My breasts are too big for me to go out without a bra, so I feel naked even though I’m fully clothed. And I never leave the house without panties, so that only adds to it.
As I enter the garage, I shiver. Daddy has the bay door open and the car running. He takes my backpack and puts it into the back of his SUV.
“Nice and warm for you inside the car,” he says.
With a nod, I hurry and climb into the passenger seat. The seat is already warm, as is the air blowing over me.
Daddy gets into the driver’s seat, buckles in, and backs out. Before we’re even at the end of our block, he’s reaching over and pulling my skirt higher.
I shift against the seat, making the leather creak.
“I’ve been looking forward
