Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say before shooting a strained smile at Steve. My stepdad’s not bad-looking, to be honest. He’s slightly paunchy, but he still has a full head of brown hair and a disarming smile. He looks trustworthy, which I guess you have to be if you’re keeping other peoples’ books.
But still, I can’t get the image of Steve masturbating with my panties out of my mind. Instead, I merely smile tightly again.
“So listen, just tell Sandra I stopped by, okay?” I say. “Tell her to call me.”
Then I turn, intending to sit in my car and wait. I don’t care if it looks weird because I can’t be in a confined space with this disgusting man. But Steve gets a sly smile on his face.
“You know, Kimber – I know.”
I stare at him.
“You know what?”
He shrugs slightly with a smile.
“You know.”
“No, I don’t. What are you getting at, Steve?”
His eyes gleam and I can practically see the flicker of his reptilian tongue.
“I know that you saw me that day in your bedroom. You saw what I was doing.”
Bile rises in my throat. Oh shit. We’re going to have to discuss that day? I manage another tight smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t pretend,” Steve sing-songs. “You saw me in your bedroom touching myself, and yes, I was thinking of you baby. I have a collection of your panties stashed away. You left quite a few pairs after you left for college, and I’ve been enjoying myself with them.”
I stare at him.
“No.”
“Yes,” my stepfather sing-songs again. “And may I just say that your twat is so fragrant and pungent that I’ve been able to use your panties for two years now without a problem. I can smell that cunt-smell even from here, Kimber, and it’s delicious. There’s nothing quite like it.”
I stare at him, hissing with ferocity now.
“You know what? You’re fucking disgusting, Steve. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me.”
Then I whirl around with every intention of fleeing, but Steve moves to stand in front of the door, blocking my exit.
“Not so fast,” he hisses, still with that slimy grin on his face. “I need something from you, Kimber. Like I said, I’ve been using your panties for two years now, but they’re getting a little … ah, how shall I say it? I’ve been jizzing on them, and they’re getting a little used, that’s all,” my stepdad says with a smirk. “I need another pair of your panties, Kimber, to re-up my supply.”
I stare at him.
“You are fucking disgusting,” I hiss again, sparks shooting from my eyes. “I’m going to tell my mom!”
“Your mom knows already,” Steve grins maliciously. “You think Sandra’s dumb? Oh no. She knows, Kimber. Besides, who’s going to pay your college tuition? Who’s supported you and your mom all these years? Moi, that’s who. If you want life to continue as you know it, then you better hand me your panties, Kimber. Right now. Slip ‘em off, and hand ‘em over.”
I stare at my stepfather, simultaneously horrified and terrified.
“You can’t be serious,” I say in a trembling voice.
Steve smiles wolfishly, looking very much like an evil villain.
“Oh, I am,” he sing-sings, one hand outstretched now. “Hand ‘em over, sweet ‘ums. I want them.”
I have every intention of pushing him out of the way before barreling out of the house, but the fact is that it wouldn’t be any use. Steve is bigger and wider than me, and besides, I don’t want to touch the gross man. Suddenly, I know what I have to do. Practically hyperventilating with fear, I reach under my skirt and slip my panties off, pulling them over each shoe before pitching them towards my stepfather. He catches the scrap of lace in one palm before holding them up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes closing at the fragrant scent.
“Yessss,” he hisses. “Mmm.”
To my horror, I can see that Steve’s hardening in his pants. His cock is growing and twitching, and revulsion makes my stomach churn. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t subject myself to this horrifying situation, and escape is paramount. I charge the door with every intention of shoving the older man out of the way, bodily injury be damned, but fortunately, he steps out of my path at the last moment. Then, I tear out of the house like my hair’s on fire. I don’t turn to see if Steve’s following because frankly, I don’t care. Instead, I rush down the footpath and jump into my car before pulling away from the curb with a squeal of tires.
Tears stream down my face as I sob while navigating the streets of Hooper like a reckless fiend. What the hell was that? Our little town always seemed so safe and friendly, but I suppose the worst horrors are always at home.