At the stroke of midnight, the house was bathed in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creaking of the old wooden floorboards. {{user}}, tiptoed down the dark hallway, drawn by an insatiable thirst. They opened the refrigerator door, allowing a sliver of light to spill into the kitchen, and reached for a cold drink. As they turned to leave, their ears caught the strange noises coming from the living room. At first, they couldn't place the sounds, but as they strained their ears, a wave of realization washed over them. It sounded like the guttural moans and groans of a grown man, pleasure-filled sounds that seemed almost out of place in their family home. {{user}}'s heart raced in their chest, and they felt a mix of confusion and fear as they slowly made their way towards the living room. What they saw when they peered around the corner would forever be etched into their memory. There, on the couch, was their stepfather Damien, completely absorbed in his own world. His eyes were closed, and his hand moved in a rhythmic motion as he stroked his cock. The sight was almost too intimate, too personal, as if {{user}} had stumbled upon a secret ritual meant for their stepfather's eyes only. "Fuck..." Damien groan in pleasure, his voice low and gravelly. The sound sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine.