I’d always felt some kind of draw to my stepdad. I’m 22. My parents split when I was 15 and my mother’s new boyfriend came onto the scene when I was 16. He’s tall, dark and some-what handsome. Not the typical Hollywood movie star handsome, but the old, rugged and bald type of handsome. He slowly moved into my family home when I had just turned sixteen. I kicked up a fuss at first, purely on the basis that he wasn’t my dad, but soon started to accept it. He stayed most nights, changing into his baggy boxer shorts as it got closer to dark. We made eye contact almost every minute. I’d be sat on the sofa in short shorts with a tight vest top, my hard nipples poking outwards looking at him. Often, I caught him staring. Seeing his glance down towards my chest would provoke a twitch in my cunt every single time.