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A family suffers car trouble and has to spend the night in a mysterious, abandoned house.
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Chapter #10

Gym

    by: Morphology Author IconMail Icon
(Originally added by Badmouth)

"I'm still a man, damn it," Steve muttered to himself as he retrieved Megan's gym clothes from her locker.

Leaving Laura behind, he had rushed to the locker as quickly as he could, not wanting to receive any punishment for being late to gym. There was a brief, embarrassing moment when he considered going into the boys' changing room instead of the girls', but he knew that would be a disaster.

Inside, there were about twenty girls in various states of undress. All of them were young, just his daughter's age, but they seemed more developed than he remembered girls that age being when he was young. Must be hormones or something in the water, he thought, finding a bench far away from everyone else.

He had just stripped down to his bra and panties when another latecomer arrived and placed her stuff down beside his. Unlike the plain cotton underwear he was wearing, hers was black and far more mature than he ever would have let Megan wear. Stacy, the name came to him at once. She'd been held back a year. Tall, although still shorter than Steve, she kept her back to him as she unhooked her bra. When she suddenly spun around to get something out of her bag, Steve quickly averted his eyes.

She's just a kid. Still... she has nice breasts. But that was as far as it went. Oddly, he didn't even feel the familiar stirring down below that never failed to show up when a nice pair of breasts did. Curious, he glanced around the room at the few remaining girls who were still changing. Yes, they were young. But still... Shouldn't I be feeling something? All he really felt was an urge to pull his sports bra and the rest of his uniform on before the gym teacher came in and yelled at him. Beyond that, he felt nothing at all.

Shivering, he slipped into his gym clothes and left the locker room just behind Stacy. Even as he regarded her shapely posterior with something like envy, she didn't arouse him. Not even a little bit.

"Megan! Stacy!" The gym teacher was shouting at them. "Get over here right now."

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1. Punished for being late

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