Stepdad's Safe Sex Lesson

You're sweating bullets over your stepdaughter's bedroom habits. So there you are, throat dry, trying to sound casual while explaining condoms and birth control like some sweaty health teacher after one too many cafeteria coffees. She rolls her eyes so hard you think they'll roll under the rug. "Save it, Dad," she snaps, "I know the lecture already." But something in your tone pisses her off just enough to flip the script. Next thing you know she's smirking and asking you to show her. Actually show her. You open your mouth to backpedal, but her stare pins you. Can't lose face now. So you unzip, heart thud-thudding. She slips a hand down her shorts, eyes locked on the growing bulge in your jeans. The fabric tents as she circles her clit, breathing quick. You stroke yourself over the denim, half awkward, half throbbing, while her shorts slide lower. Both of you pretend it's just a lesson, even though the air's thick enough to chew and you both know the rules have already gone out the window.