Katrina’s POV I couldn’t be imagining it, could I? But before I could even confirm, he pulled away from me. I looked at him a few feet away, my eyes unconsciously drifting southward to the visible bulge in his pants. I hurriedly looked away, not before catching his gaze, which made me blush. He didn’t say a word, and the air felt heavy, almost electric. “I should go.” I dashed past him with my bag and rushed upstairs, trying to control myself, but my limbs were throbbing, and I could feel my juice soaking my panties. He was my stepfather. What was happening? It couldn’t be real, could it? I wished it were. Snap out of it, Katrina. He is your stepfather. He would never have those kinds of feelings toward you. I stayed in my room all day, which strangely hadn’t changed a bit since I left, though it was obvious it was cleaned regularly. Soon, it was time for dinner, and I heard a small knock at my door. I stepped out of the bathroom, still in my bathrobe, humming softly as I heade
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