Shared and Milked by My Stepdad

Synopsis

Mom left for a business trip, leaving me alone with my stepfather Johan for the entire World Cup season. He's a former national team player—strong, gentle, and dangerously affectionate. "Come here, baby. Scoot a little closer," he whispers, patting the sofa beside his bare chest. His hands land on my thighs during every match. His lips brush my forehead after every goal. He pulls me into his arms, calling it fatherly care. "Want to lean on Daddy and rest for a bit?" But the heat of his touch, the way his eyes linger on my collarbone, the electricity I feel when our bodies press together—this isn't how fathers treat daughters. I know it's wrong. I keep reminding myself he's my stepfather. But every night on that sofa, something between us quietly shifts. And the scariest part? I don't want it to stop.