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Chapter 53 by hematoma hematoma

Keep your appointment with your stepdad? Tell someone? Or...?

On to the forbidden rendezvous

You finish showering and head into the locker area. You dress quickly, hiding your sexy lingerie beneath your leather coat. Your heart pounds louder and louder in your chest as you return to the Goodlove house and head upstairs to the private rooms. The door is slightly ajar and you can see your stepfather sitting on the bed in the small bedroom.

You take a deep breath and step inside.

"I'm glad you came," he says with a friendly smile.

"You didn't leave me a lot of options," you mutter.

"Now, now," he scolds, "you got yourself into this, and the only way to get yourself out is to please me."

"Yes, daddy," you say, looking down at your shoes.

"Much better," he says.

He stands up from the bed and approaches you with an armful of clothing.

"I picked these out for you from the costume closet," he says and hands you the garments. "Put them on. I'll wait out in the hall."

You look at the clothes and see the components of a school girl's uniform.

"Be a good girl," he adds as he brushes past you into the hall and closes the door behind him.

You dress quickly, not wanting to dwell on the level of perversion your stepdad has just added to the encounter. A pair of snug white cotton panties cover your firm bottom. A blue pleated skirt barely goes down to your mid-thigh.

The white button-up shirt is tight over your large breasts and the buttons are strained. He left you no bra, so your pink nipples are clearly visible beneath the fabric, poking out like fingertips beneath the white cloth. White knee socks and black patent leather shoes complete the uniform look. The irony of the costume is that you never had to wear a school uniform, but it is obviously a fantasy your stepdad has had, probably about you considering his behavior tonight.

The door opens shortly after you have finished dressing. Your stepdad closes it behind him. His eyes rove over your toned teenage body, barely concealed by the sexy costume. He circles around you, although there is little room. You wait for him to speak as you try to conceal your apprehension.

Where does he begin?

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