Deflowering My Step-Daughter Kelly - Plot & Excerpts
He was inches away from touching the one place she ached to have touched when her alarm clock interrupted the dream. She groaned and slapped the alarm off. The damn thing always blared to life at the worst possible moments. “It’s already 4 a.m. Let’s go princess.” Her mother screeched as she ran past the open door to the bedroom. She didn’t mean it as a term of endearment. “I don’t know why I have to go with you to the airport. It’s not like you’re taking me with you.” Kelly slid off the cotton sheets and into fluffy pink slippers. The freezing air pinched her nipples into sharp points. She didn’t move to hide them. They still fascinated her. Daddy called her a late bloomer whenever Rebecca wasn’t around. Kelly turned eighteen two days ago. She was finally a woman. Well, almost. Her virginity hung around like an albatross. There was no way in hell she would go to college without any sexual experience. The laughter that followed her all through high school still stung.
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