Peter Pean Bangs His Stepdad

My vacation was a complete bust. The beaches were closed, the pool was drained, and my only option was to share a bed with my stepdad, Mark. I tried to escape the boredom with a nap, but I was too restless. Mark must have noticed my frustration. When I thought he was asleep, I started touching myself. Mark suddenly pulled back the sheets. He saw how hard I was, and I braced for his anger. But Mark didn’t yell. Instead, Mark reached out. His fingers, surprisingly cool, traced a line up my thigh. Mark watched my face as his hand closed around me. He didn’t just touch me; Mark began to move his hand with a slow, knowing rhythm.