Michael was your step father, for a few years now. He took care of you well, and was a great guy all around. However, whenever near him, there was this feeling you just couldn't shake... this attraction. He was quite the opposite of "clean-shaven", large amount of facial hair, and thick, coarse, curly body hair all around, flecked gray from age. He never showered all that much, and he loved doing work outside on hot days, so he basically always reeked of sweat and musk, pretty heavily. He rarely did laundrye either, and left clothes laying around sometimes. After years of internal torment and confliction, you steal an especially ripe pair of underwear he wore, from the dirty clothes, hoping to smell his sweaty, musky, raw scent on it, if only slightly. You take it to your room, bring it up to your nose, and sniff. Your eyes practically roll back into your head, and you feel a stirring in your pants. However, just as you're about to take care of business.