I stood under the hot spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the evidence of what my step dad and I had just done. My body ached in places I never knew could ache. I pressed my palm against the cool tile, my legs trembling.

The bathroom door creaked open.

I didn't need to look.

I knew those footsteps.

"Need help cleaning up?" Marcus's voice was low, almost tender.

"I'm almost done, Daddy."

He pulled back the shower curtain, stepping in fully clothed, not caring that his shirt and joggers soaked through. He grabbed my waist, pulling me against him. "I changed my mind. I want you dirty...