Daddy Diddler

Shadows cling to the dining room like unspoken sins as Rachel, an 18-year-old untouched beauty, faces her stepfather across the table. They pick at their meal in stifling quiet, trading brittle niceties. Modest clothes hug their frames, forks clinking with rigid propriety in this suffocatingly prim home. He dabs his lips with a napkin, clears the dishes with a murmur—bedtime for her, he'll tuck her in soon. She rises like a dutiful shadow, plants a chaste kiss on his brow, and slips away. In her room, tension coils tight; Rachel sheds her layers with trembling hands, yanks a mirror from beneath her pillow. She parts her slick folds, peering into her virgin slit, breath hitching, until footsteps thunder close. She stashes it, yanks on her nightgown. He enters, grin wolfish. 'Ready for your nightly inspection, princess?' She nods, lips curving. He peels back the sheets; she hikes her gown, exposing her bare pussy. 'Remind me why we do this every goddamn night, even now you're 18, a full-grown woman?' 'Because you're my stepdad, sworn to shield me,' she whispers. He pries her thighs wide, eyes devouring her glistening cunt. 'And... shielding me keeps me pure, untainted.' His gaze burns into her exposed core, hungry and unyielding.