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What would I do about him?

Autor: Mia Moans
last update Última actualización: 2025-11-04 23:50:11

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm blaring, grumbling as I hit snooze and burrowed deeper under the covers.

The events of the past few days came rushing back to me, memories of Adrian and I together sending a warm blush spreading across my cheeks.

I glanced over at the empty space beside me, reaching out to touch the indentation where his head had been mere hours before. We had fallen asleep wrapped around each other, limbs entwined as we murmured soft words of love and devotion.

But now, in the cold light of morning, doubts began to creep in. Was this really happening? Was I really falling for my stepfather, the man my mother had married barely a year ago? The man who was nearly old enough to be my father?

I sighed, throwing off the covers and dragging myself out of bed. I had to face reality sometime, and as much as I wanted to stay in bed and relive every delicious moment with Adrian, I knew I had responsibilities. Classes to attend, assignments to complete. I coul
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  • Sinfully Yours Step Daddy    Girls Only High School 2

    The next day I woke up, sunlight already pouring through the thin curtains. My body felt heavy, like I hadn’t really slept, I just drifted in and out of restless dreams filled with moans and tangled bodies I couldn’t unsee.I rolled over, grabbed my phone from the nightstand. No classes today, free period for some faculty meetings. Perfect.I’d planned to go straight to the hostel mistress, report what I’d walked in on last night. It was my duty, right? Someone had to say something.I threw on a modest knee length skirt and a high neck blouse, the kind my mom would approve of and headed out, rosary beads clicking softly in my pocket for comfort.The hostel mistress’s office was on the ground floor of the main dorm building, tucked behind the common lounge. The door was slightly ajar.I knocked once, polite, quick and pushed it open.And stopped dead.Sister Agnes, the hostel mistress herself, mid thirties, alwa

  • Sinfully Yours Step Daddy    Girls Only High School 1

    I stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under my sneakers, and turned to wave goodbye. Mom was already crying, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Dad stood beside her, arm around her shoulders, trying to look strong but failing. I forced a smile, waved one last time, and watched the car pull away until it disappeared around the bend in the long, tree lined drive.The tears came then, hot and sudden. I wiped them quickly, adjusted the strap of my duffel bag on my shoulder, and turned toward the wrought iron gates.St. Agnes Academy for Girls.The sign was old, elegant, ivy climbing the stone pillars. An all girls boarding high school in the middle of nowhere, New Hampshire, far enough from the city that my parents thought it would keep me safe. Safe from boys, from parties, from everything they called worldly temptation.I was twenty. My name is Bethany. Everyone calls me Beth.And I am a virgin.Proudly.

  • Sinfully Yours Step Daddy    My Hot Step Mum 13

    The silence in the room was deafening.Elena sat frozen on the bed, sheet clutched to her chest, face pale, eyes darting between Bernice and me like she was waiting for the floor to open and swallow her.Bernice leaned against the closed door, arms crossed, expression unreadable, partly shock, part something darker.I sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, breathing hard, cock slick and softening. I didn’t bother covering up.No point now.Elena found her voice first, small, cracked.“Bernice… how long?”Bernice shrugged, like it was casual.“A few weeks. It started the night you covered that double shift.”Elena’s hand flew to her mouth.“You… with him? In this house?”Bernice nodded. “Yeah. In his room. In the shower. On the couch once when you were asleep.”Elena looked at me, betrayal raw in her eyes.“You told me it was just us,” she whispered. “That it meant s

  • Sinfully Yours Step Daddy    My Hot Step Mum 12

    The slap still stung on my cheek when I walked back into the living room, but it wasn’t pain I felt. It was on fire. Elena had disappeared upstairs again, door closed, no sound. Bernice was out somewhere, Dad was still at the office. I dropped onto the couch, phone in hand, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t stop replaying it, the way her body had tensed when I grabbed her, the flash of heat in her eyes before the fear and anger took over. The slap hadn’t been about stopping me. It had been about stopping herself. She wanted it. She just hated that she did. My phone buzzed, it was from Sarah. Sarah: What's up guy? Are you alive? I smirked, typed back. Me: Barely, long story. Sarah: spill tonight? beers on me. Me: Yeah. I need it. I tossed the phone aside. The rest of the day dragged on. I worked out in the garage, push ups, pull ups on the bar Dad installed years ago trying to burn off the frustration. It didn’t work. Bernice got home around five, arms full of shopping

  • Sinfully Yours Step Daddy    My Hot Step Mum 11

    I sipped the coffee, mind already drifting to Elena, her face in the kitchen yesterday, the way she’d trembled under my touch, the knife in her hand like she could scare me off.It hadn’t. If anything, it made me want her more.The front door opened an hour later.Bernice walked in first, bags in hand, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She saw me at the island and grinned.“Morning, sleepyhead. Or afternoon, I guess.”I glanced at the clock, almost noon.“You went shopping?”She dumped the bags on the counter, pulling out a few tops and jeans. “I need some stuff. Plus, Elena wanted to grab a few things for the house.”Elena came in behind her, arms full of grocery bags. She set them down without looking at me, hair tied back, wearing a simple sundress that hugged her curves in a way that made it hard to breathe.“Alex,” she said, neutral as hell. “Your dad’s still at the office. He said he’d be back soon.”I nodded, stood to help with the bags, deliberately, so I could brush past he

  • Sinfully Yours Step Daddy    My Hot Step Mum 10

    I woke up the next morning with that same restless energy buzzing under my skin, the kind that makes you feel invincible and stupid at the same time. The house was stirring early, Dad’s voice booming from downstairs, Elena’s softer replies mixing with the clink of breakfast plates. I threw on shorts and headed down.Dad was at the table, newspaper in hand, coffee steaming. Elena was pouring more for him, looking fresh in jeans and a simple blouse that still hugged her curves in all the right places. Bernice was there too, perched on a stool, hair wet from a shower, wearing an oversized robe that gaped just enough at the front to show a hint of cleavage.“Morning, sleepyhead,” Bernice said, grinning over her mug. Her eyes flicked down my bare chest, lingering a second too long.Dad glanced up. “Alex, Elena and I are heading out in a bit. Meeting with the lawyers about some estate stuff. I should be back by dinner.”Elena nodded, setting a plate of eggs in front of me. “Bernice, you t

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