Book 4: Bred by My Hot Stepfather

Blurb I came home for Christmas and overheard my mother begging my stepfather to impregnate a surrogate. That night, I touched myself to the thought of him. Now the surrogate is coming to our house in January. No names. No familiarity. Just his cock and her womb and a baby that should have been my mother's. But I've already decided. I'm going to take her place. *** I wasn't supposed to be home yet. My flight landed at three, but Mom thought I wasn't coming until midnight. She wanted to surprise me with some big Christmas setup. I wanted to surprise her by showing up early. So when I let myself in through the back door, quiet as a mouse, I heard voices from upstairs. I recognized to the voices to belong to Mom and Albert. I figured they were fighting about something stupid. Decorations. Dinner plans. Whatever married people fight about.But then it was Christmas, who on earth fights in the heat of Christmas? I started climbing the stairs, ready to announce myself, hoping it wo

The knock on my door was too soft to be his.So picture laying in my wet pool of disappointment, sheets twisted around my legs, replaying the sound of his voice in my head. I recall the low, edgy masculine tone of his voice as he tried to catch his breath while he stroked his dick and orgasmed. I'd touched myself twice already, my fingers sore and slick, but the ache hadn't faded."Come in," I called, faking a weak rasp into my voice.The door swung open and my mother's face appeared, creased with worry, clutching a mug of tea like a lifeline."Sweetheart, how are you feeling?" She crossed to my bedside and pressed her palm to my forehead. "Just tired, Mom. I guess I’m having a hangover from the flight, you know." I keep my eyes closed, playing up the exhaustion card. It wasn't hard—I'd barely slept, too busy burning with fantasies I'd never speak aloud."Did you take your medicine?""Yes," I lied smoothly. "Took it an hour ago."She nodded, satisfied. She perched on the edge of my m

The darkness swallowed me whole, thick and warm, smelling of Albert's cologne and the faint laundry scent of their sheets. I lay on my back, legs spread, pussy slick and waiting.Painstakingly. My stepdad was a ferocious beast of a man, and for a moment I doubted if I really wanted him inside me.But it’s too late to entertain double thoughts now. The door had clicked shut ten minutes ago, but I'd heard him stumbling down the hallway—footsteps, a muttered curse, the clink of a glass set down somewhere. Then the knob turned.My mind tried to make hazy pictures of his movements in the dark.I reached for the lubricant I came with and generously baptized with my hole.Come what may, I was slippery and ready for him.Very ready to be fucked by my step daddy.My big step daddy. The bed dipped under his weight. I felt the heat of his hard body, of him before he touched me, felt the whiskey on his breath as he leaned over. He grunted. "Ready?" I didn't answer with words. He would recog

I did not come this far to back off easily.My hole wants what it wants, step daddy’s dick and that it would get. The light was still on. My body was still slick with his cum, leaking down the crack of my ass and unto my thighs. Albert stood at the edge of the bed, his hands shaking, his face drained of all color. "What have I done?" His voice cracked. "Oh God. Oh fuck. Sarah—" He grabbed his pants, fumbling for his phone. "I have to call Bernice. I have to tell her. I have to—" "Shhhh…No." I moved faster than I knew I could. I crossed the room in three steps and pressed my back against the door, naked, unashamed. His cum was still wet between my breasts. I felt it slide down my skin. "Get out of my way." His voice was hard now, desperate. "Listen to me." I held his gaze. "She's still drugged. I mean Maya. She's passed out in the garage. We can stage this. We can make it look like you fucked her tonight, not me." Albert stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "You're insan

The waiting room smelled like antiseptic and false hope. I sat between my mother and Albert, my hands folded in my lap, my thighs pressed together. Maya sat across from us, her fingers twisting in her lap, her eyes fixed on the floor. She looked smaller than I remembered. Paler. Fragile. Bernice squeezed my hand. "Whatever happens, sweetheart, we'll get through this." I smiled at her. A sweet, supportive smile. The smile of a good daughter. The door opened. Dr. Chen stepped out, clipboard in hand, her expression carefully neutral. "Mrs. Harmon? Could you and your husband come into my office?" Bernice stood so fast she nearly knocked over her chair. Albert rose slower, his eyes meeting mine for just a fraction of a second. In that glance, I saw everything—the fear, the guilt, the desperate hope that we'd somehow gotten away with it. I kept my face calm. Innocent. They disappeared behind the door. Fifteen minutes later, Bernice emerged with red-rimmed eyes. "It's n

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