All Chapters of All Yours, Daddy: Short Steamy Stories: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The power went out like somebody flipped a switch on the whole damn building. One second the fellowship hall was full of those cheap fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the next it was black. Only that red exit sign near the double doors still glowed, painting a thin stripe across the floor. I heard the lock click from the outside. Somebody laughed. “Stay pure in there, you two!” Then footsteps ran off down the hallway. Classic youth-group bullshit. Me and Caleb were the only ones left. Everyone else had already piled out after the lock-in ended. We’d stayed to stack chairs. Now we were stuck. I could hear him breathing a few feet away -calmly and slowly. Same way he always breathed when Pastor asked him to lead prayers. “You okay?” I asked. “Yeah.” His voice came out soft. “Just… dark.” I felt my way to the wall and slid down until my back hit it. The floor was cold through my jeans. After a minute I heard him move closer. Not much. Just enough that I could smell the faint lau

They unlocked the doors just after dawn. Somebody from the maintenance crew, yawning, keys jangling. The second the light from the hallway spilled in we both scrambled like we’d been caught mid-prayer instead of mid-fuck. Caleb yanked his jeans up so fast he almost tripped. His shirt was still half-buttoned and stained. My cum had dried in streaks down the back of his thighs; you could see the shiny tracks if you looked close. He wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes when they poked their heads in and laughed about “the purest lock-in ever.” Pastor even clapped him on the shoulder and said something about God testing patience. Caleb just smiled that same soft church-boy smile and nodded. He smile which always deceived me was now so obvious, as daylight. I watched the way he walked - talked like every step reminded him what was still leaking out of him. We made it to the bathroom down the hall before anyone else. The fluorescent lights hummed. He locked the door, turned, and the second it

Sophie is passed out on the living room sofa, one arm dangling, lipstick smeared across her cheek from the last glass of red. The apartment is dark except for the under-cabinet lights in the kitchen. Her husband is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me rinse the same wine glass for the third time. I should not be here at almost two in the morning, barefoot in my best friend’s kitchen, while her husband looks at me like he’s been waiting for the exact second she stopped being conscious. But my own husband, Daniel, texted at ten-thirty to say he was staying at the office again. No apology. No “don’t wait up.” Just the same flat message he’s been sending for eleven months. Sophie had insisted I come over for “just one bottle.” One bottle became three. Now she’s snoring softly and I’m alone with Rowan. Rowan, who spends his days on construction sites and still somehow ends up smelling like cedar and clean sweat. Whose hands are always marked with small cuts and

I woke up gasping, sheets twisted around my legs, skin slick with sweat. My heart hammered like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. Between my thighs everything throbbed—hot, swollen, soaked. The dream hadn’t faded. It clung to me like a second skin. In it, my stepbrother Jake had me face-down on the mattress, one big hand locked around the back of my neck while he drove into me from behind. His cock felt massive, stretching me so wide I was sobbing into the pillow, begging him not to stop. He growled against my ear the whole time, calling me his dirty little stepsister, telling me he was going to pump me full until it leaked down my thighs. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the images wouldn’t leave. The heavy slap of his balls against my clit. The way his voice cracked when he groaned my name. How he’d fisted my hair and told me I belonged to him now. “Fuck…” I whispered into the dark. I kicked the blanket off. Tiny tank top, thin panties—that was all I had on. My nipples

Jake’s thick, hot cum was still leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy in slow, sticky rivers when he suddenly pulled his cock free with a wet, filthy pop. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my hole fluttering and clenching around nothing as more of his load spilled onto the sheets in heavy globs. He stood beside the bed, towering over me, his massive cock still rock-hard and glistening with the mix of his cum and my juices. His chest rose and fell hard, eyes almost black with pure, unfiltered lust as he looked down at the mess he’d already made of me. “Turn the fuck over,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Face down, ass up. Present that slutty little body to your big brother.” I didn’t hesitate. I flipped onto my stomach and pushed my ass high into the air, knees spread wide, back arched deep. My face pressed into his pillow, pussy and asshole completely exposed. I could feel the warm slide of his cum slowly oozing out of me and trailing down the insides of my thighs. Jake