As soon as the door shut behind him, 18-year-old Emily felt her heart race. Her stepfather had never been in her room without her permission, and today was no different. But instead of sending her away or scolding her, he locked the door and slowly approached her desk chair.
"What do you want, stepfather?" Emily asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
"I think you know what I want," he replied, taking a seat on the edge of her desk. "I've seen how you've been looking at me lately."
Emily's cheeks flushed as she recalled the numerous times she caught him staring at her ass or breasts.
"I'm your stepfather," she said, trying to push him away. "It's wrong."
"Wrong, but so damn arousing "Wrong, but so damn arousing," he thought, struggling to deny the physical desire that had taken hold of him.
