Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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I was asleep. Dreaming. I can't remember what of, but as I crossed over from that peaceful state into wakefulness, blurred sensations of warm arms holding me tight became more and more real. I was completely relaxed and felt as safe as I ever had. There's something about being held close to someone as you wake up that's always made me feel totally secure.
But then active thought began to seep in, and I realised that actually, I had broken up with my boyfriend over a month ago because I had been unwilling to go any further than light petting, and I hadn't fallen into a drunken stupor last night, so there was absolutely no reason for anyone to be in my bed with me, spooning me.
I blinked my eyes open slowly, not willing to disturb whoever my morning visitor was, and looked at his hands for an idea, any idea of who he was. When a gold wedding band caught my eye, I breathed a sigh of relief. For a minute there, I thought I had been in real danger, but it seemed it was only my step-father. While I had been studying last night and gotten to bed early, I knew that he had been out drinking with some friends. So it was understandable, I supposed, that he might have gotten the rooms confused and got into my bed instead of my mum's.
I relaxed and tried to pry his arms off of me, especially since I knew he'd be embarrassed as soon as he woke up and realised his error, but his arms only tightened around me more strongly. I gave up and waited. It was a Saturday, so there was no need for school or anything (I was in senior year) and I might as well stay in bed as go anywhere else, step-dad or no step-dad. Mum would probably be out at work, so there was no chance she'd walk in and think the worst of the situation.
I closed my eyes again and tried to think of something other than the fact that I was underdressed, in a baggy t-shirt and white cotton panties. That was it. If it wasn't for the fact that Gary had never given me any reason to be scared of him, I would have felt incredibly vulnerable.
About half an hour later, I had fallen back into a light doze and absently noticed him stirring beside me. It didn't immediately register that this wasn't him waking up, it was just a certain part of his anatomy saying good morning to the world.
That certainly woke me up, I can assure you. His cock rose and pressed back into my belly, and because we were so tightly pressed together in the first place, on its way up it gently brushed my slit. I felt a warm tingle in the base of my belly and was immediately disgusted with myself. I had never actually felt something quite like it before, but I wasn't entirely innocent and I knew what it signified.
But I let the event pass as my fault rather than his, even when he started gently rocking his hips against mine. He didn't know it was me, therefore it wasn't technically wrong. It crossed my mind to wake him up, but I was too nervous to act on it. To this day, I don't know why.
Then his hands began to move. One of them travelled up my t-shirt and began playing with my tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers until they became hard. I felt myself try to arch into him, but restrained the urge. This was wrong, and once he woke up, it wouldn't continue. His other hand travelled down past my stomach and slid into my panties. I gave a small gasp at the intimate touch and recoiled slightly, but his thick fingers unerringly found my clit and started playing with it. This time I couldn't help a small moan as my hips bucked against his hand, while his other one continued to maul my tits.
Then, like a splash of cold water, a thought popped into my head. This was skilled, not some absent-minded, uncontrollable reaction. My step-father was most likely awake.
"Gary," I whispered, just in case, my voice hoarse from arousal. "You're awake, aren't you?"
"I wouldn't miss a second of this," his voice growled in my ear. His hands continued their delightful torture, roaming all over my body and he bent his head, trailing light kisses all along my neck. I suppressed a groan and pushed his hands away, throbbing inside as I scrambled off of the bed.
"This stops here," I told him. "I'm your step-daughter." But god, how good he'd made me feel. I had never let anyone do anything like that to me before and the tingly sensation was still there, telling me to climb back in bed and damn the consequences, whatever they may be.
He followed me with a low, rich chuckle and I backed away until I was pressed against the wall. I fumbled for the door handle, but it was locked. Gary's hands pressed against the wall, either side of my head, trapping me. He towered over my petite, 5'3" frame from over six feet, and I felt enclosed, trapped. He leant in so that his mouth was next to my ear.
"I've waited for this for too long. You're not going anywhere," he hissed.
My gaze immediately flicked over to the window. We were on the second floor, but I had scaled the trellis before. However, he caught my gaze and smirked. In that instant I knew that he would either catch me before I got there, or had already locked it. He was so cocky, so sure of himself. I felt some of that tingly feeling start to be replaced by fear.
He pressed his knee between my legs, forcing them apart so that his thigh was resting along my slit. Slowly, carefully, he rubbed it back and forwards so that the blue denim caught on my panties and started to stimulate me again. I felt something wet start dribbling into my panties and bit my lip to keep from moaning my pleasure.
"No," I said clearly. "Stop." Whether I enjoyed it or not, this was rape. Surely he would stop? He had never done anything like this to me before, nor given any indication of it. Maybe it was just a sick, twisted dream.
He ignored my protest, and despite all my efforts, my body arched into his and I let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. It felt so good. So wrong, but so good. It should have sickened me that Gary was violating me, but to tell the truth I was getting off on it. His hot breath quickened against my neck and I closed my eyes.
"Please, Gary."
Suddenly, his hand grabbed my hair and forced me to the floor. I had a brief moment of idiocy, not knowing what he was going to do to me, before I started crawling away from him as fast as I could. His foot connected with my ass and it registered that there was no place I could go. By the time I turned around, tears filling my eyes, his semi-hard cock was already out of his jeans and he was half way through taking them off. His boxers soon followed, and his t-shirt. He was taking his time. Why shouldn't he? I couldn't go anywhere.
"Take your top off," he commanded. Gingerly, I started tugging it up and over my head, them clasped it in front of me as protection. At this point it was best to do what he said.
I was grateful that he left me my panties, but when he walked over to me and tried to put the head of his cock in my mouth, I kept my mouth tightly shut. I had always found the idea of oral a bit gross.
