Oops! Daddy Just Groped Me!: Volume 1

Daddy Jack had always been a great stepdaddy to his stepdaughter, Lily. But as she grew older, his fatherly love for her had begun to morph into something more lustful.

One evening, while Lily was doing the dishes, Daddy came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She tensed up at his touch but tried to brush it off as nothing. That was until she felt his hand slide down to grope her butt.

Lily spun around, her eyes wide with shock and disgust. “Daddy, what are you doing?” she demanded.

Daddy quickly removed his hand and took a step back, a look of innocence on his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, honey,” he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

“You just grabbed my ass!” Lily accused, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No, I didn’t,” Daddy insisted, shaking his head. “I would never do something like that to you.”

But Lily knew what she had felt. She couldn’t shake the feeling of his rough hands on her body. And yet, despite her certainty, she found herself starting to doubt herself. Maybe she had imagined it. Maybe it was just an accident.

She looked into her stepfather’s eyes, searching for any sign of guilt or remorse, but all she saw was confusion and concern. And before she knew it, the words were tumbling out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I must have misunderstood.”

Daddy pulled her into a hug, relief flooding his features. “It’s okay, sweetie. That’s my good girl. I’m glad we can talk about this. I would never want there to be any misunderstandings between us.”

But as Lily hugged him back, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Something wasn’t right, and she could feel it in her bones. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, telling herself that she must have been mistaken. After all, her dad would never hurt her… would he?

After embracing her father, Lily decided to focus on the dishes, scrubbing each one with extra vigor as she attempted to push the memory of Daddy’s earlier assault out of her mind. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling of violation that still lingered on her skin.

Just as she was finishing up the last plate, she felt a hand come down heavily on her shoulder. She jumped, dropping the dish with a loud clatter.

“Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Daddy said, his voice smooth and soothing. But Lily couldn’t bring herself to believe him. Not after what had happened before.

As she bent down to pick up the broken pieces of ceramic, she felt Daddy’s other hand slip beneath her t-shirt, cupping her breast roughly. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. This time, there was no mistaking what was happening.

Slowly, she straightened up, turning to face her dad with a mixture of fear and anger in her eyes. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daddy smiled, his hand still firmly grasping her breast. “I think you know exactly what I’m doing, sweetheart,” he said, his tone casual and unashamed. Lily stared at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he could be so brazen, so confident in his actions.

“How dare you?” she spat, trying to pull away from him.

But Daddy only tightened his grip, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh. “Come on, Lily. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it,” he sneered, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the fabric of her bra.

Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes as she struggled to break free from his grasp. “Please, stop,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.

Daddy laughed heartily, his hand moving lower to cup her between the legs. “Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart. I think this is just getting started.”