I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.
It wasn’t just Damien f*****g me in the back of class that had me soaked. It was the way my stepfather — Professor Marcus Vale — stood at the front of the lecture hall, calmly marking scripts, pretending he couldn’t see his son balls-deep inside me.
But he could see.
I knew it from the way his eyes occasionally flicked toward the back row. The way his jaw tightened. The way he adjusted himself behind the podium.
And that realization did something filthy to me.
Now I didn’t just want my stepbrother.
I wanted Daddy too.
So today, I decided to tease him.
I wore the shortest plaid skirt I owned and a tight white crop top with no bra. My full breasts strained against the thin fabric, n*****s visibly hard. No panties.
I walked into his lecture h
