4 - Annabelle.

After Chloe and Kiara leaves, I head upstairs and have a shower to wash off the pool water, taking extra time to wax my leg hairs and polish my nails. Josh enters my room just as I come out of the bathroom with only a towel around my bosom.

"Hey, kid...holy shit!" he splutters, averting his eyes to the ceiling. I suppress a giggle, still mad at him for our conversation about Miami. "I...um...I just came to ask you what you wanted to have for dinner. Lasagna...spaghetti...pizza...?"

This time, I can't help but smile. "Pizza sounds good."

"How about a movie night afterwards?"

"Not bad. If this is your way of apologizing about our fallout in the morning, it is not enough."

"Who says I'm apologizing, baby girl? But we really should rehash that conversation soon. Your mom called me earlier, and she's not happy."

I roll my eyes. "Fork found in the kitchen."

Josh exhales. "As much as I don't support her decisions, baby girl, I want to believe that she's taking the first steps to change. And that won't be possible if you don't make out time to go see her. At least for a week. I know you don't want to go to college in Miami, and I won't force you to."

"Really?" I ask softly.

He nods. "Yes. You won't school in Miami if you don't want to."

"Yay!" I exclaim, rushing into his arms. He stands frozen, then he brings his hands down to pat my shoulders. "Thank you so much, Dad! You're the best!"

"You're welcome. I'll order the pizza while you dress up. You wanna watch an action movie?"

"A classic war movie would be nice. But I'll let you pick whatever you want."

He heads back downstairs, and I change into my new pajamas I got the week prior. It is just a cute little tank top and a matching pair of booty shorts. A far cry from the flannel pajamas I used to wear back in the day, but everything about me is growing up. "Cute" now has to mean "sexy."

I check myself out in the mirror and I like what I see. My tits actually look pretty good without a bra on - they strangely looked bigger. And I like the way my nipples poke through the fabric in a teasing way.

I like the shorts too. My legs are getting a good tan thanks to Lori's regime and I think maybe I'm losing a bit of weight, even though I'm not really following Lori's carb-free rule.

I brush my hair and head downstairs, looking forward to a nice night, but Josh look pissed when I walk into the living room.

"Jesus, Anna, is this what passes for pajamas these days?"

"But it's not much different from my old one," I protest, plopping down on my end of the couch. "This is just more mature."

He sighs and run his fingers through his hair. He looks tired. Stressed as hell. He needs a woman soon. It shouldn't be Mom. She doesn't deserve him. After a moment, he says, "Anna... I know you're a big girl now, but I'm just trying to look out for you."

"Well, I don't think you need to spend your time worrying about what my pajamas look like. Who are you protecting me from, anyway? You? We're the only ones here."

A heated look passes over his eyes, and I worry I've made him feel bad. I don't want to start shit. I want us to make up from the fight we had this morning, but it's not working.

"Okay, fine," he presses his lips together. "You can wear whatever you want in your own house.

"Can we stop fighting about it?" I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.

I really don't want to fight. I feel bad about yelling at him this morning and I actually just want to cuddle up to him and feel close.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Come here. Let's just watch a movie. I chose something with gangs fighting in it," he winks, and I stick out my tongue. Josh is obsessed with action movies that involves rival gangs feuding.

I curl in close to him, feeling his big arm wrap around me, and rest my head on his shoulder while he starts the movie. I used to snuggle like this all the time with him when I was a kid - I was pretty clingy. And he has never made me feel like he loved it any less than I did. It seems weird, I guess, but my dad and I actually snuggle a lot.

When the pizza comes, we take a break to grab our slices and then continue the movie. I eat three slices, which are strictly against Lori's rules for our carb-free summer, but I have no regrets. When I finish, I lay my legs over Josh's lap, and he absent-mindedly begins to massage my feet.

"I'm really sorry about this morning, Big Daddy," I say, looking at him instead of the movie. He turns to me with surprise.

"Honey, me too," he says, relief breaking over his face. He reaches his arm towards me like he wants me to get closer, and I push myself forward, climbing onto his lap.

I scooch over onto his lap and burg my nose in his neck, breathing deeply. I love the way he smells right there, like a combination of his soap, the sun, and that unique Josh smell. He wraps his arms around me tight and rub my back.

I stay like that for a while, breathing him in, not sure why I am feeling so needy for him but just letting it happen. I know Josh would never judge me. After a while, I turn my head so I can see the TV, and resume watching the movie with him.

Josh moves his arm down, resting his hand on my hip so I can see. Because my shorts are so short, his palm is resting against my bare skin, almost cupping my ass, but he doesn't seem to notice. I don't say a word.

The movie Josh has chosen is rated R, not unusual for an action movie, but it gets a little awkward at one moment when the hero and heroine start doing it on a motorcycle. The bike is parked in the hero's garage, and the man and the woman undress each other and then mounts the bike as if they are riding. The woman is up front, bending over, while the man is thrusting into her from behind. The scene goes on for a while, showing close-ups of the couple kissing and breathing, alternating with indistinct shots of them moving, and I feel very aware of my breath - not wanting to breathe too heavily, or to seem like I am holding my breath, either.

I am also very aware of Josh's warmth, his comforting smell, as I try to breathe naturally - as if we watch sex scenes together all the time. For some reason, he seems extra quiet, too, as if he is trying not to move, and I am hyper aware of his hand on my hip, where his thumb starts moving in little circles, caressing my flesh.

To be honest, the scene is kind of hot, and I can feel myself getting turned on as I sit there in my stepfather's lap. An idea is forming in my mind. One I'll use for shooting something for OnlyFans later.

I start to wonder what it will feel like if his hand wanders, his big, rough hand finding its way under my shorts, over the sensitive skin of my pubic area - which I keep meticulously smooth thanks to monthly waxing - slipping into my soft, wet slit. What would a rough finger feel like, running over my clit?

Without really thinking about it, I exhale softly against his neck. I am so close I can feel the tiny hairs on his neck stand up at the feel of my breath.

Fuck - I am so hot.

"I think I'm going to go to bed," I say suddenly, just as the couple on-screen starts acting out their release.

Josh reaches quickly for the remote with jerky movements, taken by surprise. He hits pause, freezing an image of the woman's head thrown back in ecstasy.

"You tired, baby girl?" he asks as I stand up. His voice sounds throaty and raw.

"Yeah," I breathe. "Thanks for the movie night. I think I'm just going to go to bed early."

"Sure," his voice still has a weird, strangled sound, like he is trying to act natural when he feels uncomfortable.

"Good night, Big Daddy." I bend down to kiss his cheek, and when he reaches forward for my kiss, he places both hands across the back of my thighs. I don't know if he meant to do that.

"Sleep tight, honey," he says.

"Yeah, love you."

"Love you too."

I head upstairs to my bedroom and pick up my camera equipment, then I wait patiently until the movie gets loud again, before creeping back down to the kitchen and out the patio doors towards the garage. The movie has given me a good idea for a clip, plus I was turned on.

It's going to be perfect.