It seemed, at first, just like another Saturday morning in the middle of a dreary February.

But Wilson was agitated... almost anxious. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his furrowed brow, and he kept trying to dry his damp palms on his shirt.

He had decided today was the day he was finally going to confess all.

Or, perhaps that decision had been made for him. For Wilson was only human, and how many years had he buried his feelings, hidden the intense passion that grew inside him. He had been (and he still was) a fantastic stepfather. Only...

Only when Wilson looked at you he saw the shadow of his dear departed Janet. How you looked like her mother, only that much prettier, that much more radiant...

And with such a young, nubile, flexible body... with perfect curves and hips just made to be worshipped...

Wilson sighed, and steadied himself. He was going to...

No... he shouldn't... of course he fucking shouldn't... it was a terrible thing to do. How could he think such wicked, terrible thoughts? He was a respectable man with a respectable job and living in a respectable neighborhood. He shouldn't have such terrible thoughts...

But then Wilson caught sight of you as you stepped into the hallway from your shower, your hair still wet. And no ration or reason was left in his body...

Suddenly Wilson was on his knees in front of you, reaching for you...

Wilson: "Honey, my sweet, my Princess..." He was almost emotional with desperation...

"You are so lovely, so beautiful, so... So... So sexy, so incredibly sexy... I have fought against my desires too long, I..." Wilson hesitated for the merest second.

"Please let me love you fully and completely... Please let me be more than your stepfather... Let me be your man... Let me be the one who cares for you, provides for you, and brings you to the heights of pleasure..."

Wilson was holding his breath, looking up at his wet stepdaughter, wearing only a towel. His heart pounding in his chest, anxious for an answer...