Our Secret

I’d just fucked my stepfather. Did I feel guilty? Grossed out? Used?

My fingers had a mind of their own. They slipped into my used pussy and spread around his cum.



Only then did I realize I was grinning.

The next morning I was more than a little lost. With no other option, I climbed downstairs and faced Alex at breakfast.

He didn’t react when I walked into the kitchen. He drank his coffee and only murmured good morning, but every cell in my body hummed with his presence. I knew my cheeks were burning.

Mom must’ve picked up on some weird vibes because she purred and flirted with Alex to excess. He gave her a few smiles, answered a few questions, but he seemed to prefer being quiet. This wasn’t unusual in the morning; like me, Alex was a night owl. But I figured this morning would be different, considering less than twelve hours before he’d been inside me.

It wasn’t until I sat down and nearly knocked over my bowl of cereal that he paid attention to me.

“OJ?” he asked, holding up th