In Anger

"Sarah... you need to leave. Right now." I say, my senses coming back to me in my post-nut state of mind.

"But, daddy, I..." Sarah stammers.

"Don't give me that 'daddy' nonsense. Not right now. We'll talk later. Towel off and leave me be." I say, the harshness of my words coming naturally, feeling like I was taken advantage of in my own home by my own stepdaughter.

"I-... Okay...", she replies, defeated.

Sarah slips out of the shower, dries herself, puts on a towel, and leaves me alone, half-hard and on the brink of a panic attack. Once the bathroom door closes, I have to think to myself if that really even happened. The whole scene replays through my mind, further driving my emotional level through the roof. The one thing that I notice, is that I'm fully hard again.

I finish cleaning off, get dried off, and dressed before placing my hand nervously on the door knob.