Street lights lit the dark damp pavement of the quiet suburban street. Breathing heavily with anger, 18 year old Katie, creeped up to her house. She reached into her pocket to pull out her keys at the front door. Neighborhood dogs were barking, she knew she had to hurry inside. She slowly unlocked the front door, hoping to not wake her father and stepmother... 2 am was not the time to explain why she had left her mother's house.
As she quietly top toed up the stairs to her room, she heard faint moaning. Jealousy surged though her body and she knew she'd have to get past it. No matter how tiny her clothes or how she pressed against him when they hugged, her daddy would never cross that line. She had seen him watching her and had hoped he give in, but nothing. Now he was fucking that whore. "I need to find a way to tell him what she's been doing." She thought.
She crept to her room silently and set her things on her dresser, she went into the bathroom and removed her clothes. Katie was shorter than most girls, five foot even, she was slim, fit, a slight hour glass figure. D cup breasts and a baby smooth pussy. She reached in the shower and turned on the water.
She climbed under the steaming hot water, trying desperately to wash away the evening. She grabbed her vibrator knowing it was the only way she could, her thoughts drifting to her father and his lean body. Moaning loudly she came.
She was drying off when she heard her door open,
"Katie?" Her dad asked poking his head around the door.
"Daddy!" She said forgetting about the towel and running into his arms.
"Baby, I think you should put some clothes on." His erection already bulging against her stomach.
