Wild Dreams
They don't say a word at first, just stare at the screen, then at my hand still buried in my shorts, my chest heaving.
'Sounds like you need some help, sweetheart,' my step daddy says, voice low and gravelly. He steps inside, closing the door behind them both. His friend chuckles, crossing his arms, but his gaze is hungry, fixed on my spread legs. I should be embarrassed, pull the blanket over, but instead, heat floods my cheeks—and lower. 'Been too long,' I whisper, my voice shaky. 'Please...'