Our Secret

“I just--”

“Got back from partying,” he interrupted. “I can smell the booze from here, Melanie.”

His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I fought hard not to tremble under his stare. I lost when I noticed his gaze catching on my breasts beneath my tight red dress, my long legs and my parted glossy lips. My stepfather was checking me out again, and somehow this time felt more purposeful and direct than the day at the pool.

The more disturbing fact was that I liked it. I knew I was wet and I could feel the pleasurable pain of my nipples hardening and rubbing against my bra. I just hoped he couldn’t spot their turned on state. The jig was up, however, when his eyes froze there. His nostrils flared and his whole body became tight.

He definitely noticed. Nothing escaped Alex’s attention for long. He finally looked back at me.

“What are we going to do with you? Your mom explicitly grounded you. She’d be crushed to find out you disobeyed her orders.” He smirked. “And worse, that you’d been dri