My stepfather caught me grinding my pussy against his hard cock inside our tent. I'd thought both he and Mom were sound asleep on either side of me. My pussy was still nestled right against his cock, my panties drenched. I couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped—And then a large hand clamped over my mouth from behind. I froze. It was Dad's hand. "Shh… easy," he murmured against my ear. He'd been awake the whole time. He knew everything. Shame, panic, and raw need twisted together until tears stung my eyes. I was terrified he'd hate me, terrified he'd scold me, worst of all, the sticky heat between my legs was driving me insane. The final straw that broke me was his husky voice against my ear, "It's alright, baby girl… you can do whatever you want."

Chapter 1: Pitching the Tent

“Kate, did you pack the camping stuff yet?” Mom yelled from the living room.

“Almost!” I shouted back, even though I was mostly staring out the window instead of folding clothes.

My stepfather David was in the driveway, bent over the car as he rinsed soap off the hood. No shirt. Just tanned skin and muscle. Water slid down his back in slow lines, and my heartbeat jumped the way it always did around him lately.

Broad shoulders. Defined arms.For someone in his thirties, he looked like he had no right to look that good.

My biological father ran away when my mom was seven months pregnant and never showed up again. David married my mom when I was six, and from that day on, he became my only dad.

My mom has a short temper and was always swamped with work; she also hardly did the ordinary things most mothers do. When I got my first period and panicked, it was David who awkwardly explained it all to me. The first time a boy rejected me, it was him who held me