Chapter 2

Charlie scrutinized me, his hand gently pressing against my chest.

"It seems to be too tight here. Let me press it down for you," he said in a whisper, tracing my sensitive pads with his fingers. I gasped quietly as my body trembled involuntarily.

"C-Charlie… Be gentle, it t-tickles," I rasped, pleading softly at him, but he didn't seem to hear me. Instead, he began kneading my chest more forcefully, and I had no choice but to surrender to him, letting him do as he pleased while I enjoyed the stimulating pleasure.

"Oh, does it tickle, Vicky, my baby? Then, let me make it more comfortable for you…"

Charlie's voice was deep and seductive as his hand slid down from my chest to the hem of my dress, slipping underneath.

The dress was already very short on me and could barely cover my thighs. Moreover, the signs from me pleasuring myself earlier were still clearly visible, showing up blatantly as wet patches on my skin.

I gripped the bedsheets anxiously, afraid that he would notice them.

He noticed that I was tense and finally released his grip on me.

Then, he inhaled deeply against my skin, seemingly enjoying my scent, and finally withdrew his hand from under my dress, making me sigh in relief.

"Vicky, you should wear your prettiest dress on Christmas Eve to celebrate your birthday with me. I'll give you a very special present then."

His eyes were filled with anticipation.

I fought to suppress the surging emotions in me and nodded. Although I wanted nothing more than to throw myself into his arms, I knew that I had to resist.

Charlie seemed pleased with my answer. He patted my bare butt with his large hands, sending a deep shiver down my spine.

When he finally left the room, I collapsed onto my bed, my fingers instinctively finding their way into my mouth as I savored the afterglow of my release.

My body wouldn't stop trembling as I pulled the sheets between my thighs and rubbed against it, rolling around in bed. I felt like I was about to drown in desire just imagining Charlie's body and the faintly visible curves of his body. They lingered in my mind for a long time.

I shook my head and forced myself to snap back to my senses.

How could I possibly harbor such thoughts about my own stepdad? What was the world coming to?

…

Over the next few days, I tried my best to avoid Charlie at all costs.

The encounter from the few nights before was simply too shameful for me to revisit. Most importantly, I couldn't control the desire that surged within me whenever I caught sight of him.

Soon, Christmas Eve was here. I remembered the promise I'd made to Charlie. I bit on my lower lip, and slid into the red mini dress from that day.

"This dress is so seductive," I thought as I admired myself in the mirror.

I had grown up without a mother. Charlie was the one who brought me up, and he was just like a father to me.

I dressed up nicely in the tight-fitting red dress. I even decided not to put on any nipple covers under the dress, just so that I could look sexier to him. The only thing I wore under the dress was a flimsy thong.

When I walked out of my bedroom, I saw that he had prepared a feast for dinner, including several bottles of wine.

When Charlie caught sight of me, he immediately pulled me into his arms. His strong arms exuded a powerful masculine energy, and I felt my heart race at once.

"You're finally an adult today, Vicky. You can drink with Daddy now."

Then he pressed me down against the table and smacked my butt a few times, making me moan aloud uncontrollably as I blushed hard.

I sat there, meeting Charlie's deep, lustful eyes that were burning with pleasure. He was measuring every inch of my skin with his fiery gaze.

"Vicky, baby, why are you wearing a thong? Just take it off if it's uncomfortable for you."

I blushed and replied quietly, "If… If Daddy wants to see it, then I'll listen to everything Daddy says…"

Charlie's eyes darkened. He grinned lightly and pulled me into his embrace.

I was instantly enveloped by a strong scent of male pheromones. His large, warm hands grabbed my legs as he pulled me into his lap.