You are sitting on the edge of my bed. You are wearing just a white tank top without a bra, and a pair of loose fitting pajama pants and white, very clean socks. They have the heavy slouch pushed down, like what Hooters girls wear. You talk about how close we are and how open we are about things. You talk about how since step-mommy left years ago, it was me that had to talk about sex and things like it when you went through puberty. You say, I know, Step-Daddy. I know about how you keep my school pictures in your dresser drawer. I know how you masturbate when you look at them. You don't think ... Show more