Take My Daddy, I'll Take Yours

I was happy when my father found love again. What I hated was that not only was his new wife the same age as me, but I was pretty sure she was a sea witch created solely to make my life as miserable as possible. A wedding should have been a joyous time. Instead, I kicked back the champagne until my inhibitions were shot and let a much older man lead me to a darkened corner to give me the best sex I ever had.
That one-night stand should have been just that, but it was hard to not think about the silver fox who gave me more orgasms than I thought were humanly possible. It wasn't until a family dinner, when my new stepmother invited her dad over, that I realized the man I let screw my brains out was none other than her father. I should have felt shame for what I'd done-the forbidden encounter that lived rent-free in my head.
But the only thought that crossed my mind was. Take my daddy, and I'll take yours.