Teach Me, Step-Daddy (4)Rebecca's POVThe call ended with a soft beep, and Cal just stared at the phone in his hand like it had delivered a sentence. I stood there, half-naked, the taste of him still lingering on my tongue. His breathing was heavy, and he rubbed a hand across his jaw before finally meeting my eyes."She's coming home tomorrow morning," he said.My stomach dropped.Tomorrow.I took a step back, my bare feet cool against the tiled floor. “Right,” I whispered.He looked at me for a long time. His shirt was still undone, his belt was loose, and he hadn’t tucked himself back in yet. His cock was softening now, but I couldn’t look away from it. It was the first one I had ever seen up close. The first one I had ever taken into my mouth.And it belonged to my mother’s husband.I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly too aware of how naked I felt. I should have been ashamed. I was ashamed. But not enough to stop the ache between my thighs or the way my nipples hardened when
Cal’s POVI shouldn’t have walked into her room that night.I told myself I had a reason. I even tried to believe it. I convinced myself that I needed to talk, to set limits, to clear the air before this thing between us spun any further out of control. But I knew the truth the moment my hand touched her doorknob. I'd already crossed the line hours ago, back in that kitchen when she looked at me like I was the only man she’d ever wanted, and I let her.She was sitting on the edge of the bed when I stepped inside, her knees drawn slightly together, her hands resting in her lap. That little sleep shirt she wore was barely long enough to cover anything. Her thighs were smooth and bare, soft skin catching the low light. Her breath was uneven and her chest kept rising and falling in shallow pulls. She was nervous. And still, she didn’t look away.“I shouldn’t be in here,” I said, voice low, rough.“I know,” she whispered. “But I want you here.”I sat on the bed beside her, not touching her
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (2)The morning light felt wrong.I stood at the sink holding a glass of water. I wasn’t drinking it. I stared out the window, still, with my thumb turning the glass in slow circles. My head throbbed. It was not from alcohol, but from what I couldn’t stop remembering.I remembered everything.I remembered the way Cal’s voice shifted when he told me not to say those things. I remembered how close I had gotten, how his eyes changed when I told him I meant it. I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t confused. I knew exactly what I was doing.And now he was gone.I hadn’t seen him all morning. I heard movement upstairs, then nothing. The quiet settled over the house like tension waiting to snap. It had been like that for a while. Ever since I came back. Ever since I started noticing how long he looked before turning away.I liked it. I liked the way he held himself back.But now I felt exposed. Unsteady.What if I had gone too far?I sat at the table with one leg tucked beneath me,
Content Warning:This story contains explicit scenes involving incest and BDSM. If these themes may be distressing or triggering for you, please skip this chapter or proceed with caution.Rebecca's POV I wasn’t supposed to be back here this long.Originally, it was just for the summer—help out around the house, save money before getting a place of my own. But weeks turned into months, and suddenly I was unpacking boxes like this was permanent.Mom was gone most of the time, working on some long contract overseas. It was just me and him now. He still liked to be called by his first name, Cal, short for Calvin, but in my head, it was always Stepdad. He’d been in my life for almost ten years. He never tried to be my father, never got too close, never pried. But something about that quiet distance had started to feel different lately.At first, I chalked it up to loneliness. I hadn’t dated in over a year. I hadn’t even kissed anyone since college. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. It just
I Did It For Her Ass (8)I woke up to her hand stroking me slow, careful not to wake me too fast. But I was already hard. My body reacted before my mind caught up. I cracked one eye open and saw her crouched under the sheets, licking her palm and sliding it down my length again like she was savoring every inch.Cardy gave me that look. The one that meant she was about to do something wild.“Remember what I promised you?” she whispered. “You suck his cock for me, I give you my ass. I keep my word, baby.”I groaned and turned my face into the pillow. “You’re serious?”She laughed softly, kissing my hip. “I’m already wet thinking about it.”She tossed the blanket back, straddled my thighs, and rubbed her ass against my stomach, teasing me with it. Her bare skin was warm and soft, and I could feel how ready she was. She reached behind, guided my cock down, and slid the tip between her cheeks.“Lube’s right there,” she said, nodding to the drawer. “Unless you want to make me scream.”I gra
I DID IT FOR HER ASS (7)Troy’s mouth was still on mine when Cardy stood up and stretched, her yawn soft and sleepy. She didn’t say anything, just wandered out of the room like she trusted us to figure it out on our own. And I guess we did.He pulled me back toward him, slower this time, kissing like he didn’t need to prove anything, like we already understood each other. His hand was on my chest, warm and steady, fingers tracing over the curve of my shoulder like he was learning me.“You good?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.“Yeah,” I said, and I meant it. I didn’t feel nervous anymore. I wanted him. Not because she told me to. Not because I was curious. I wanted him because it felt right.I kissed him again and pushed him back onto the couch. He spread his legs and grinned up at me, cock already getting hard. I straddled him and felt him against me through my boxers. I pressed down and moved my hips, slow and steady, letting him feel it.“Fuck, Malik,” he breathed. “You’re really go