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Mom had no clue my stepfather's finger was already inside me, when she turned around and asked me "Are u okay?" I bit down hard on my lower lip and managed a stiff nod. Thankfully, she turned her head back in the front passenger seat without another glance. "Hang in there, one more hour and we're there." the trailer driver said casually from the driver's seat. They thought I was uncomfortable sitting on Daddy's lap. But honestly… I was way too comfortable. Also way too wrong and forbidden. "Tell me what else you want," Daddy whispered against my neck. Before I could even think, I turned slightly to the side and whispered. "I… I want you, Daddy." He froze for half a second. Then I heard him draw in a deep, slow breath, like he was pulling every ounce of control back into himself. "Lift your hips." he whispered.❤️‍🔥🔞 Chapter 1 Scarlett “Daddy, it’s coming!” I excitedly tugged at my stepfather’s hand and pointed into the distance when the trailer came into my view. “Yes, after 2–hour waiting.” Mom mumbled, standing on the grass and swatting furiously at the mosquitoes biting her skin. Then she glanced at Alexander, “Agreeing to go camping with you was the worst decision I’ve ever made.” I rolled my eyes, I swear this was the fifth time she’d complained today. Alexander loves camping and finally convinced Mom to join us, but who knew the car would break down halfway? And just like that, Mom was complaining that Alexander hadn’t checked the car properly before we left, while Alexander just stayed silent and solved the problem like usual. “Mom come on, it’s not Daddy’s fault.” I adjusted the slightly crooked round–framed glasses on my nose and pouted. She stared at me, arms folded, “You’re always his little defender!” I quickly ducked behind Alexander, my hands clutching the hem of his white t-shirt. “Easy Scarlett, your mom’s not gonna eat you alive.” Alexander turned around, chuckled and ruffled my hair. He was always this gentle, even when facing Mom’s anger. I’d be lying if I was never jealous of my mom having such a charming man. As a basketball coach, Alexander was already 34, still looked young and handsome. Standing beside him felt safe, maybe it was because he has been the father figure for me since I turned six when he married mom. He was too perfect. When I was 7, he wiped my tears and stopped the bullies I was getting for having no father before he came. When I was rejected by a bad boy I had gathered my courage to confess to, he held me in his arms and consoled me “Pretty girls don’t cry” and told me what was the true love. He never skipped even one parent–teacher meeting. He’d sit next to me for homework, patiently explaining the same stupid math problem three times without getting annoyed once. And Mom… she was just always so busy. Working as a nurse took up pretty much her whole life. She’d come home looking dead tired. Then she’d start complaining nonstop: her boss was awful, my room was a disaster, Dad’s food wasn’t even that good anyway. That was pretty much every day. “Hey,” Mom’s voice snapped me back, she greeted the trucker diver as he got down from the truck. Alexander took my hand and led me over to greet the driver. The tow truck driver was a burly middle- aged guy. He walked up to us, politely tipped his cap and introduced himself as Benjamin from the tow truck company. Alexander shook his hand, then confirmed with him about the current situation with our car and where we wanted to go. Then within 10 minutes, Benjamin got our car secured on the flatbed. He gave everything one last check, gave his hands a satisfied clap, and nodded at us. “All set, car’s locked down tight. I can take you to the repair shop near your house.” “Cool, then let’s go!” Mom said happily. But Benjamin glanced at us, shrugging apologetically. “Sorry, my truck only seats three. Got a big toolbox taking up most of the back.” I followed his gaze to the rear seat. Sure enough, the already cramped bench was dominated by a huge metal toolbox laid across it, crammed alongside a jumble of repair gear. It was jamed. The space left could barely fit one person. “Scarlett can sit on Alexander’s lap in the back seat. It’s just less than three–hour journey after all” mom replied dismissively. “Mom!” “What?” “Why can’t you hold me in the backseat while Daddy sits in the front?” I countered with a deep frown. Mom shot me a warning look and was about to nag me when Alexander stepped in. “Scarlett is right. I’m tall anyway. I can take the front seat.” He was six feet two inches tall, really does need a seat all to himself. Mom shook her head immediately, “No way. I get carsick in the back. I have to sit up front with the window open to get some fresh air.” Alexander pursed his lips, giving me a helpless look. “Guess we’ll just have to tough it out, then?” My mom is just that kind of stubborn person. Not wanting to argue anymore, I pouted and nodded reluctantly. Mom grinned and opened the passenger door and sat down comfortably. Alexander slid in the back seat first, stretching his long legs awkwardly. I climbed in after, settling onto his lap. I pulled the heavy door shut with a thud, making everything feel even tighter. Benjamin started the truck and it kept joltting along with bump in the road. I squirmed my hips, shifting around on Alexander’s lap. Even though my summer dress was comfortable, I still couldn’t find a position that felt quite right. His steady breath grazed my neck, and the lack of room pressed us impossibly close. “Stay still for me, Scarlett” Alexander raised his right hand and patted my head gently. “Sorry, I am not sitting comfortably “I apologized in a soft voice. “You used to like sitting on my lap the most ” He chuckled teasingly, reminding me of the younger me that was so clingy to him. “Daddy, that was a long time ago! I am an adult now, I am eighteen years old, not six” “Eighteen or twenty years, you are still my baby daughter.” Chapter 2 Scarlett “Of course, you are my best Daddy too” I giggled as I turned my head, the frame of my glasses accidentally poked Alexander’s jaw. “Ouch!” I let out a small yelp. “Easy there, little glasses assassin. Keep bumping like that and you’ll poke a hole right through Daddy’s face.” “Daddy!” Alexander giggled, reached out, adjusted my slipping glasses, and pushed them back up onto the bridge of my nose. My attention was drawn back to our awkward position when Alexander’s muscled arms wrapped around my waist and tried to position me well. “Are you comfortable now?” he asked gently. “Not yet” He moved me around a bit until I finally sat comfortably on his lap. “Good now” I informed him. “Let me know whenever you feel uncomfortable” He demanded lightly. His arms stayed around my waist, allowing me to sit there steadily. Feeling his strong arms around my waist, I loved the feeling of protectiveness it gave me even though it was a bit awkward sitting on his lap like that. Dad was wearing khaki shorts today and my skirt only reached my knees. With the car jolting along the bumpy road, my calves kept brushing against his hairy ones from time to time. Wherever our skin touched, it felt a little warm. The car continued to move while Mom and Benjamin talked about something because they found they were from the same town while Alexander and I sat at the back listening to them quietly. Victoria hadn’t talked to Daddy like this in what feels like forever but she could do this with a stranger who just met within 30 minutes. The more I thought about it, the more I felt sorry for Alexander and furious at mom. Listening to mom’s chatter and fuming silently, I had slept against the window until the sudden slam of the car door pulled me out of my nap. I was covered with a blanket, Alexander must have draped it on me after I slept off. I looked out of the window. We were at a gas station surrounded by shrubs. I caught sight of Benjamin outside filling up the car tank. I glanced at Victoria at the front seat and saw her tapping away on her phone. I turned to see that Alexander had also fallen asleep, he had leaned back completely into the seat. I pulled up the blanket to cover both of us together and continue my sleep since we haven’t arrived yet. I tried my best to stay still so I wouldn’t wake him, but even my slightest shift wasn’t subtle enough–because I suddenly felt something hard pressing against my ass. I froze, eyes widening in shock. It took me a while to realize that it was his penis, partly because I refused to believe it was true. ‘Did Daddy just get hard?‘ 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉