Things get out of hand

He paused to stop massaging, I assumed because he needed to roll me over or something. The sound of his trunks was a bit odd, but when he leaned down again, this time sorta pinning me to the grund, his weight over me, warm skin pressed against mine, specifically his cock, I got concerned. His words, coming right from my diary fantasy, "Daddy knows another way to relax, a special gift for a special lady...." told me more then I wanted to know. He knew, he'd read my journal and now, either drunk, or in the privacy of our pool deck, he was going to act on what he'd read.

I began to blush, yeah it was a fantasy, one I dreamnt about, but one I could never act on. It was illegal, **** like this would see dad in jail if he was caught, didn't matter he was my step dad or not, being married to mom since I was a young kid was close enough in the law's eyes. I knew I should say no, put a stop to this before it went too far. I knew though dad was stronger then me, and if he wanted to he'd do it anyways. Yeah, it'd be ****, and I really prayed he wouldn't, the notion of being **** scared me.

I had to at least say something, do something. I finally croaked out an answer, telling him "Dad. This isn't right, we shouldn't. It was a fantasy, we could get in trouble." And yet, a part of me wanted to, wanted to act on this fantasy. The pool deck was secluded, we were the only two out here, nobody would know if we did. And deep inside, I could feel that same heat I got when I fooled around with boys, I was getting aroused by this even as I protested it.