All Chapters of YOURS STEPDADDY (A COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AnaThere was silence. The kind that suffocates.My breath came in short, shallow gasps, my body still tangled with Christian’s, heat still clinging to my skin. But all of that slowly disappeared when I fully processed what I saw.My mother standing in the doorway.The shattered glass lay at her feet, the liquid from it spreading across the floor. But she didn’t move. Didn’t blink.And that was what made my stomach churn. It wasn’t anger written across her face. It was something much, much worse.Amusement.I scrambled off of Christian, yanking the blanket from the couch, clutching it to my chest to cover what I could, my face filled with shame. My skin burned with the remnants of his touch, of what we had just done—what my mother had just witnessed.But Christian?He didn’t move.He sat back, still bare, his expression eerily calm, as if this wasn’t the worst possible moment of his life.My mother took a single step forward, the glass crunching beneath her heel. The sound sent a viol

AnaThe air in the bedroom was heavy with sweat and sex as I lay sprawled across the tangled sheets. Christian lay beneath me, his cock still half-hard inside my dripping pussy. My mother’s words echoed in my head— “We’re just getting started”—her smile like a threat. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think straight, my body exhausted.She strutted back into the room, her nipples firm against her lace bra. Her eyes—sharp, predatory—raked over us, taking in the wreckage she’d orchestrated.“Get up,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence. “Both of you.”Christian slid me off him, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn even hotter. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaky, cum trickling down my thighs. He stood too, towering over me.“You thought you could keep this little secret from me, Ana?” she said, her tone mocking as she walked around us. “Fucking my husband behind my back? Oh, darling, you’re not that clever.”I opened my mouth to protest—guilt, shame,

Jenny.I adjusted the drinks on the table, the backyard lights shining and the chairs littered all around. I'd seen the post 'Tara weds Ethan' a day ago on our college group chat, and it had made my chest constrict. So when a gig came my way for bartending on the wedding, I quickly accepted it, realising that just maybe, this was a sign from the universe.“Whiskey’s on the left, right?” Mike, the groom’s cousin, leaned over the table, his tie already loose.“Yeah,” I said, pouring him a shot. “You look like you need it.”Mike laughed, downing it. “Weddings, man. Everyone’s a mess by the end.”“Tell me about it,” I muttered, my eyes flicking to the crowd. There she was—Tara, in a simple white dress, laughing with some aunty. Her hair was shorter now, but that smile still hit me like a punch to the face.“You okay?” Mike asked, squinting at me. “You’re staring.”I forced a grin, wiping my hands on my apron. “Yeah, just scoping the vibe. Who’s the bride?”“Tara,” Mike said, grabbing ano

Jenny“You’re a ghost,” Kelly said, leaning on the bar table I had returned to with a smirk. “Where’d you disappear to?”I grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot for myself. “Needed air. It’s stuffy as hell out here.”Kelly raised an eyebrow, sipping her beer. “Air, huh? Tara vanished too. Coincidence?”“Mind your business, Kel,” I retorted, downing the shot. “I’m just doing my job.”“Sure,” Kelly continued. “Your job’s got her looking like she’s about to puke. What’d you say to her?”I smirked, wiping my mouth. “Nothing she didn’t wanna hear.”Kelly groaned. “You’re gonna fuck this up for her, aren’t you? Ethan’s already asking where she went.”“Let him ask,” I said flatly grabbing a rag to wipe the table. “She’s a big girl.”“Not tonight,” Kelly shot back. “She’s a bride. Be careful." She said as she walked away. “Jenny—fuck, you ruin everything!"Just as I wanted to arrange the bottles behind me, Tara’s voice cut in as if she had been waiting for Kelly to leave.“Then why are y

Jenny“What the fuck was that?” I snapped, jolting up from sleep the following morning at the sound of an engine and blaring of a car horn. The room reeked of sex, sweat, Tara’s cum and mine. Tara gasped, scrambling off the couch, her torn dress barely clinging to her hips. “That’s—Ethan’s car!” she exclaimed, her wide eyes darting to the window as she gripped my arm, her nails biting into my skin like she was clinging to a lifeline.“Stay here,” I said as I yanked my jeans up but she was already moving, barefoot and frantic. “Jenny—he’s hurt!” she cried, shoving past me toward the door.“Fuck,” I muttered, as I followed her out the room. He had crashed the car against a tree, the door to the driver's seat hanging open. He stumbled out, whiskey stench rolling off him. His tie was loose and crooked, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead and staining his shirt.“Tara—my Tara,” he slurred, lurching toward us, his eyes drowsy but locked on her with desperate hunger. “I- I tracked