CHAPTER 1: I NEED MY STEP-FATHER
SIDNEY'S POV
Dear Diary,
I'm going straight to f*****g hell.
I know I am.
I've known since the first night I shoved my ear against the wall and listened to them - to him - those deep, filthy grunts he makes when he's pounding into her, the raw sounds vibrating through the plaster and settling right between my thighs, making my cunt ache with jealousy.
Mom doesn't deserve that c**k.
She doesn't even try anymore - just lies there scrolling her phone, I bet, waiting for him to finish so she can crawl back to her wine and her trash TV like the checked-out zombie she's become.
But me?
I'm on the other side of that wall with my fingers buried in my dripping p***y, biting my pillow so hard I nearly tear through the fabric, coming so f*****g hard my vis
