Your secret is out

Stunned you look at your stepdad, John Applebottom, standing equally speechless staring at you. You feel the blood drain from your head at seeing the dirty magazine Mr. Crassle send you, in your stepfather’s hand!

“Uhm…” he grunt and raise his eyes, piercing into your, “We need to talk” he continue.

“Mm-hmm…” you mumble, your heart pounding quickly as you regret how you let Mr. Crassle have his way with you in the car… ‘Oh god, he’s going to see what I did yesterday’ you think, as he now knows about the magazine and Mr. Crassle’s company name.

“So… Sammy?” he ask as he push you back into the bathroom, closing the door, “You’ve had an eventful summer so far?” he ask, in a stern voice but not able to hide a grin.

You gasp as he presses you against the sink and grope your exposed breast hard, your turn away and pull the robe tight around your body, “Get off me!” you instinctively hiss.

“Hot Co-ed Sluts…” he grins as he leafs through the magazine, raising his eyebrows as he read the fact files next to your pictures. “Being covered in cum - old men huh? - and group sex… I know you were a tease, but… damn… didn’t think you were such a whore Joy” he laughs, “This is why you were out all day… and night?” he say, his eyes full of lust.

“Are you telling mom?” you mumble, your face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well… we have to, right?” he questions you and places his hands on your hips, trailing them upwards.

“Let go of me” you say with a stern voice.

“Okay honey… just think about how you’re gonna take care of this, and catch me later… or I’ll have to tell her tonigh…” he say, the meaning clear: you have to either bite the bullet and tell your mom or find a way to make this a secret between you and John.

“Maybe I’ll just tell her you came onto me too?” you challenge him as he turns to leave.

“Oh right… you do that honey, she’ll believe the whore-daughter before the husband who caught her” he grin and leaves you, numbed, leaning against the sink.

‘Fuck!’ you think and with a sigh make your way to your room. Leaning against your closed door you take a few deep breaths and, holding back tears, you consider your options. Do you give yourself up to your step-dad to keep this a secret, will that mean you can’t meet up with Mr. Crassle anymore? You know that he still has your address so your mom might receive the same pictures, along with material from yesterday, in the mail.

‘Maybe I should just get out of here…’ you think, ‘Mom’s going to kick me out if I admit to this anyway’ you reason. If you were to move out you couldn’t very well stay at any of your friends, ‘I would have to tell them too, and their parents would flip too… maybe Tony or Mr. Crassle can spare a couch… or more likely let me stay underneath them every night’ you sigh, ‘Maybe the clefts will take me in, but that’s right next door and I would see mom every single day…’

You sigh and move to your dresser, finding some clothes while considering what to do next. Come clean and risk getting thrown out, or just move out straight away… or find a way to keep your stepdad from revealing your secret.