The house was quiet, and that was the problem. When the house was quiet, my mind went to places it shouldn't go. My wife, Elena, was away on a three-day business trip, leaving me alone in this big, empty space. Although, not entirely alone.
I sat in my home office, the glow of my laptop screen the only light in the room. On the screen, a video was playing. I had searched for that video for an hour just to find her—the actress. She had the same petite frame, the same long blonde hair, and the same wide, innocent eyes as Angel—my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter.
I was stroking my c**k, my hand tightly wrapped around it as I imagined the most forbidden thing ever: Angel's p***y wrapped around my c**k. Every time the girl on the screen moaned, I closed my eyes and pictured it was Angel. I pic
