*This is part of a series of stories that have to do with a very inappropriate relationship I had with my step-dad during the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year in college. You can read part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hvg2c/an_inappropriate_relationship_with_my_stepdadpt_1/). To be clear, I’m not into incest, I don’t have daddy issues, and I don’t call anyone daddy (not even my dad!). It’s something I hadn’t thought about in a long time but a recent conversation brought it back to light and just seemed like it was interesting enough to share here.*
After my mom got home, I went to my room and didn’t plan to come out of it for the rest of the night. It was fairly early, but I wasn’t interested in having any sort of interaction with her. I changed into a black slip that I usually slept in at the time (nothing else underneath), got into bed, and started reading (sorry, don’t remember what book I was reading at the time). An hour passed, then two, then three, and eventually, the lights in the house were all out except for a small glow from the hallway that came from Paul’s office. I continued reading my book and a short while later there’s the softest of knocks on my door.