All Chapters of Sinfully Yours Step Daddy : Chapter 131 - Chapter 136

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

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

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