Charlie scrutinized me, his hand gently pressing against my chest.

"It seems to be too tight here. Let me press it down for you," he said in a whisper, tracing my sensitive pads with his fingers. I gasped quietly as my body trembled involuntarily.

"C-Charlie… Be gentle, it t-tickles," I rasped, pleading softly at him, but he didn't seem to hear me. Instead, he began kneading my chest more forcefully, and I had no choice but to surrender to him, letting him do as he pleased while I enjoyed the stimulating pleasure.

"Oh, does it tickle, Vicky, my baby? Then, let me make it more comfortable for you…"

Charlie's voice was deep and seductive as his hand slid down from my chest to the hem of my dress, slipping underneath.

The dress was already very short on me and could barely cover my thighs. Moreover, the signs from me pleasuring myself earlier were still clearly visible, showing up blatantly as wet patches on my skin.

I gripped the bedsheets anxiously, afraid that he would notice them.

He noticed that I was tense and finally released his grip on me.

Then, he inhaled deeply against my skin, seemingly enjoying my scent, and finally withdrew his hand from under my dress, making me sigh in relief.

"Vicky, you should wear your prettiest dress on Christmas Eve to celebrate your birthday with me. I'll give you a very special present then."

His eyes were filled with anticipation.

I fought to suppress the surging emotions in me and nodded. Although I wanted nothing more than to throw myself into his arms, I knew that I had to resist.

Charlie seemed pleased with my answer. He patted my bare butt with his large hands, sending a deep shiver down my spine.

When he finally left the room, I collapsed onto my bed, my fingers instinctively finding their way into my mouth as I savored the afterglow of my release.

My body wouldn't stop trembling as I pulled the sheets between my thighs and rubbed against it, rolling around in bed. I felt like I was about to drown in desire just imagining Charlie's body and the faintly visible curves of his body. They lingered in my mind for a long time.

I shook my head and forced myself to snap back to my senses.

How could I possibly harbor such thoughts about my own stepdad? What was the world coming to?

…

Over the next few days, I tried my best to avoid Charlie at all costs.

The encounter from the few nights before was simply too shameful for me to revisit. Most importantly, I couldn't control the desire that surged within me whenever I caught sight of him.

Soon, Christmas Eve was here. I remembered the promise I'd made to Charlie. I bit on my lower lip, and slid into the red mini dress from that day.

"This dress is so seductive," I thought as I admired myself in the mirror.

I had grown up without a mother. Charlie was the one who brought me up, and he was just like a father to me.

I dressed up nicely in the tight-fitting red dress. I even decided not to put on any nipple covers under the dress, just so that I could look sexier to him. The only thing I wore under the dress was a flimsy thong.

When I walked out of my bedroom, I saw that he had prepared a feast for dinner, including several bottles of wine.

When Charlie caught sight of me, he immediately pulled me into his arms. His strong arms exuded a powerful masculine energy, and I felt my heart race at once.

"You're finally an adult today, Vicky. You can drink with Daddy now."

Then he pressed me down against the table and smacked my butt a few times, making me moan aloud uncontrollably as I blushed hard.

I sat there, meeting Charlie's deep, lustful eyes that were burning with pleasure. He was measuring every inch of my skin with his fiery gaze.

"Vicky, baby, why are you wearing a thong? Just take it off if it's uncomfortable for you."

I blushed and replied quietly, "If… If Daddy wants to see it, then I'll listen to everything Daddy says…"

Charlie's eyes darkened. He grinned lightly and pulled me into his embrace.

I was instantly enveloped by a strong scent of male pheromones. His large, warm hands grabbed my legs as he pulled me into his lap.

Charlie said, "I remember that I used to hold you like this at the table when you were little. So, just sit on Daddy's lap for today like you always used to, alright?"

I sat sideways on his lap, my chest close to his face, and his burning manhood pressing between my thighs.

Charlie picked up a glass of wine and gently fed me some red wine while he spoke.

The aroma of the wine stimulated my senses at once. I took a sip and felt the liquid burning down my throat. Some of the liquid also dribbled out of the corner of my mouth and trickled onto my chest, making me shiver uncontrollably.

"How are you still spilling from your mouth even after being an adult now? But it's okay, Daddy will take care of it for you…"

Charlie leaned closer to me. Then, he pressed his hand against my collarbone and licked away the spilled wine carefully. The ticklish sensation of his tongue against my skin made me shiver even more.

He was very gentle with me, but I could also feel the strength in his body, as if he wanted to force my thighs apart.

"Ah, Daddy… Be gentle… I have a date later, and I can't drink too much…"

I squirmed against him, my waist moving against his chest as I tried to break free from the embrace, but it only made me press my body closer to him. I just wanted to control my desire, but this feeling was just too wonderful and electrifying.

Yet, as soon as Charlie heard what I said, he frowned as a dark look flashed in his eyes.

He put an arm around my waist and placed the other hand against my chest, pinching one of my erect nubs in a threatening manner.

"Why do you still have a date so late at night? Are you seeing that brat again?"

His voice was deep and tinged with a hint of anger.

I flustered and stammered, "N-No…"

"Do you even remember what I told you before?" Charlie said. "You are not allowed to let any man touch you before I teach you the basics. Are you trying to disobey me, Vicky?"

Charlie's fingers roamed over all of my sensitive spots, making me want to moan out loud. My face flushed redder than a beetroot as I bit down on my lip and tried hard not to make any sounds.

However, he didn't seem happy with my restraint and silence. So, he parted my legs while still fondling and kneading the mounds on my chest.

I felt like I was being roasted over an open fire. Ultimately, I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a wanton moan.

"Ah, Daddy… Ah, I-I'm sorry… I was w-wrong… I've always been w-waiting for you to teach me the basics… I-I've never let anyone else touch me…"

The words just rolled off my tongue without me realizing it, shocking myself so much that I clapped a hand over my mouth.

As Charlie continued kneading and toying with me, I finally couldn't hold it back any longer. I let out a loud squeal and shuddered deeply before falling spinelessly against his body, tears welling in my eyes as I stared at my shameful body that had just been toyed with.

Charlie's eyes lit up with a playful glint when he heard my scream. His voice turned hoarse and husky as he spoke in a coaxing voice.

"It's your coming-of-age day today, Vicky. Should Daddy teach you everything you need to know about the basics today?"

His lips pressed against my collarbones as his tongue mapped every expanse of my skin that he could reach. Then, he began sucking on my sensitive, erect nipples through the fabric of the dress.

His other hand then slid under my dress and into my soaked thong, rubbing his fingers against my wet folds.

I tilted my head back in a daze with a sharp gasp, feeling the deep pleasure radiating from my chest and my lower half, utterly sweeping all thought from my mind.

My phone, situated not too far away from me, seemed to be buzzing. It could be Damon, asking me where I was.

I raised my hand slightly to reach out, but I dropped it almost immediately, finally unable to resist pressing Charlie's head harder against my chest as he bit and sucked on my nipples, letting him tug off my thong and insert his fingers into my dripping entrance.