All Chapters of Call Me Daddy : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LilaThe wedding day went by in a happy blur of pretty dresses, flower crowns, and lots of champagne. I smiled and hugged everyone, but my mind was only on Marcus. My step-uncle. The man who fucked me so good on the beach the night before. Every time I saw him across the crowd in his nice shirt, my pussy got wet again. I felt guilty because this was my cousin’s special day, but the wrongness made me want him even more. The big reception started under the open-air pavilion by the lagoon. Music played loud, people laughed and toasted with drinks, and the bride and groom danced in the middle. Lights twinkled everywhere like magic. That’s when the real fire started burning inside me.I caught Marcus’s eye from across the room. He gave me that dangerous look. My heart started racing. “We can’t,” I thought. “Someone will notice.” But my body didn’t listen. When everyone was busy clapping for the couple, I slipped away quietly. A few seconds later, I felt a strong hand grab mine in the dar

LilaAs the days went by at the resort, things started to feel different. Marcus began acting a little strange. I could see the guilt in his eyes when we passed each other with the family. In the evening, he asked me to meet him on a quiet terrace away from everyone. The sun was setting and the sky looked pretty with orange and pink colors. My heart felt heavy because I knew something was wrong.“Lila, we have to stop this,” he said in a low, sad voice. He looked so serious with his rugged face all tight. “I’m forty-five and you’re only twenty-three. I’m your step-uncle. Your dad’s brother. This is so wrong. We can’t keep sneaking around like this. What if someone finds out? It would destroy the family.”I felt my chest hurt. Tears came to my eyes but I held them back. “But I don’t want to stop, Marcus. I need you. These days with you have been the best of my life. The age thing doesn’t matter to me. And the family thing… I know it’s complicated but it feels real.”He shook his head a

JennaI stepped into our old house after months away at boarding school, dragging my heavy suitcases behind me. The place felt different now. Dad had gotten married while I was gone, and there was a new woman in the kitchen smiling at me like we were already family. But the biggest shock was him — Ethan, my new stepbrother. He was a college sophomore, two years older than me, and he looked like the brooding type who kept to himself. I tried to act normal during dinner, but my mind kept wondering what it would be like living with a stranger in my own home.After unpacking a little, I heard something from upstairs. Soft guitar music floated down from the attic, like an old song calling my name. My heart jumped. I loved vintage music more than anything — the scratchy records, the soulful voices, the way the songs made me feel less alone. I followed the sound up the narrow stairs, my feet creaking on each step. What if he didn’t want me there? What if this new brother hated me for showing

JennaThat night the sky turned black and angry. A fierce thunderstorm rolled in, rattling the windows so hard I thought they might break. Rain pounded the roof like it wanted to get inside. The power went out suddenly, leaving the whole house dark except for bright flashes of lightning that lit up everything for a second before plunging us back into black. Dad called from the car to say he and my stepmom could not make it home because the roads were flooded. They were staying at a hotel until morning. That news made my stomach flip with both fear and secret excitement. Ethan and I were completely alone.We had been in the attic when the storm got really bad. Now we sat together on the old couch under one thick blanket. It was the only warm thing we could find. The blanket wrapped around us like a cozy cocoon, but my heart was racing for other reasons. Ethan sat right behind me, his chest pressed against my back. His body felt so solid and warm. Every time thunder cracked loud, I jump

Elena I stared at my phone, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Mom was on the other end, chatting like it was no big deal. We were supposed to be talking about brunch plans, but then she said it. "Oh, by the way, honey, Daniel's coming to the wedding weekend at the mountain lodge. Just a courtesy invite, you know, to keep things nice after all this time." I almost dropped the phone. "Daniel? Like, my Daniel? Mom, are you serious?" My voice came out shaky, even though I tried to sound normal. Brunch that morning felt like a dream after that. We sat at our favorite little café, the sun shining through the windows, but everything inside me was spinning. Mom smiled and sipped her coffee, talking about flowers and dresses like nothing was wrong. "It'll be fine, Elena. It's been six years. We're all adults now." But it wasn't fine. Not for me. I was twenty-five, with a good job at the marketing firm, and guys who took me out on dates. None of them ever felt right, though. The