Story 19 Heatstroke
Brandy
I was soaking wet when I woke and the sheets stuck to my body as I moved across the bed, trying to get up. The sun shone through the windows and it must have been ninety degrees inside.
I opened the window and I gasped at the heat. The breeze felt like a hairdryer on my face.
I went to the kitchen dressed in only panties and a halter top. Sweat ran down my back and my armpits. A drop of sweat ran down my forehead and onto my nose. I wiped it away and sighed.
In the kitchen, I found my stepfather standing by the sink, filling the coffee maker. I don’t remember him not being n my life so I always just called him Dad or Father. When he heard me he turned around.
“Dad! What the fuck… please.”
He looked down at his morning erection, clearly visible through his boxers. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Brandy.”