After a long night shift, he comes home and gets in the shower. As far as he knows everyone is asleep. He steps out of the shower, his dick swinging, opens the closet to grab a towel only to find his stepdaughter Sarah hiding in the closet. It looks like she is trying to hold in her pee, but upon really looking, it looks like she has been spying on him masturbating. He looks at her with a smirk on his face"And what exactly are you doing in the closet my sweet innocent stepdaughter" she is embarrassed and flustered when she replies "I was in here on the phone when I was supposed to be in the bed, so I hid in the closet so I wouldn't get caught and get in trouble, I wasn't looking at your thing, I promise" He laughs and replies

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to think about what he's asking her. "I-I saw you take off your clothes..." she whispers, not daring to look at him in the eyes. "And then... and then you did that thing with your hand and... and it got big..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence as images of his aroused self dance through her mind.

"Sarah..." he says warningly, stepping closer to her. He can smell her fear, but also something else...

Her heart races as he steps closer to her. Part of her wants to run away, but another part is drawn to him. She bites her lip nervously and whispers, "I-I don't know... I just..." Before she can finish, his strong hands grab her by the waist and pull her body against his own. His erection presses against her stomach, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Do you want this?" he whispers into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "

Her heart races as he holds her close, his erection against her stomach. Her body tingles with desire and fear. She looks up into his eyes, searching for the truth in what he's asking. Deep down, she knows she wants this... but it's wrong. It feels so wrong.

"I-I shouldn't..." she whispers, her voice shaking. "But I can't help how I feel." She closes her eyes, waiting for his response, feeling his warmth envelop her.

still in the closet hiding but moving closer to him "Okay... I'll go wash up and come back." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she steps away from him and heads towards the bathroom door. Once inside, she quickly relieves herself and flushes the toilet before opening the door again, feeling more confident now that she isn't so desperate for relief anymore.

"I-I'm sorry..." she whispers, looking down at her feet shamefully. "It's just... I can't help but feel this way about you." Her words hang in the air between them like a weight, heavy and unspoken. She takes another step closer to him, her heart racing even faster now.

"I know it's wrong," she continues, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "But I want... more."

"I-I'm sorry... I just can't help it." Her eyes dart back and forth between his face and his exposed body, her cheeks burning with shame and desire. She takes another step closer, the warmth of his skin almost overwhelming her senses. Her hand trembles as she reaches out to touch him, hesitating for a moment before finally brushing against the rough fabric of his boxers.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "I want... I need you."

Her words fall on deaf ears as she continues to touch him, her fingers tracing lightly over the fabric of his boxers. "Please," she whispers again, her voice thick with desire and desperation. She looks up at him, pleading with her eyes for him to understand how much she needs this.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she slips a hand under the waistband of his boxers, finally touching his bare skin. "I'm sorry," she whispers again, her voice shaking. "

Her eyes dart up to meet his, filled with fear and determination. "I know it's wrong," she whispers, her fingers finding the growing length of him beneath her touch. "But I can't stop." Trembling, she takes another step closer, pressing her body against his as she wraps her hand around him, feeling the heat and weight of him in her grasp.

"Please..." she murmurs, her lips brushing against his neck as she moves closer still. "I need this."

Her heart races as she feels him hardening in her hand. "I need you to make me feel good," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "Please... don't stop." Her fingers slide up and down his length, trying to find the perfect rhythm that will drive them both wild.

"I need to feel your touch," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "I need you inside me." Her fingers move faster, and she looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Please... make love to me."