“Showing you what happens when you misbehave,” I answered. Then I leaned over her. “You're not wearing a bra either,” I pointed out. “Are y...u? I don't recall you putting one back on while you were in the garage.” “I know it's wrong, Daddy, but...” At that moment, I pulled my stepdaughter's top up and over her head as I exposed her boobs. “Inexcusable,” I told her, as I tossed the top aside. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” Sara said. “I didn't mean to upset you! I was just...” “Here is what will. I didn’t ask her for a dare because I was a bit scared.I don’t believe girls that easily. You never know when they will go crazy for defending themselves if any crazy shit happens or if the odds are against us. Then after a few weeks, she sent a visiting visa to visit her in Indonesia to me and my family. But my family wasn’t ready to meet her and felt a bit awkward.I convinced them to at least send me to Indonesia as I never stepped in the flight. I was a lucky devil. After reaching she picked. I imagine the two of them talked, but he wouldn't let anyone bring it up. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was his child and that was the end of it.I think all of us knew the father was lying in bed in the room next to mine, encased in plaster of Paris. And I don't think anyone really cared.The end of the semester was coming up and we needed to arrange for a replacement class for Yearbook. I chose Health, the one that was practically all sex ed. I think I had the sex part down pretty. I looked at her and she burst out laughing saying what a dirty old bastard he was when much to our surprise he came back and sat down a few seats in front of us on the other side of the aisle. He then proceeded to eye up her legs, staring from between the headrests of the seats in front of him but looking away whenever I looked up. Mrs O tried staring him out but he just held her gaze and continued to eye her up, continually looking at her legs. Mrs O leaned toward me and whispered "You've got.