All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

I was already dripping when I heard the lock turn.Mom had left twenty minutes earlier for her overnight shift. The house was supposed to be empty except for me. I’d locked my bedroom door, stripped out of everything but an old tank top, and stretched out on the bed with two fingers buried between my legs. The thin cotton was shoved up under my tits. My other hand worked my clit in tight, messy circles. I’d been thinking about the way Julian had looked at me over breakfast—shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock impossible to ignore while he poured coffee and asked if I needed anything. Mateo had stood behind him, one big hand resting on Julian’s waist, watching me with the same quiet heat.The front door opened and closed. Heavy footsteps crossed the living room. I froze, fingers still knuckle-deep, heart slamming. The footsteps stopped outside my door. A low voice—Julian’s—said something I couldn’t catch. Then the knob turned. I hadn’t locked it after al

I was already on my knees when the door opened.11:52. No clothes. The tank top from last night was on the floor where I’d dropped it. My hands rested on my thighs the way I’d pictured them telling me to wait—palms up, knees spread just enough that the cool air touched how wet I already was. I hadn’t touched myself. I’d tried twice. Both times I’d stopped with my fingers hovering, Mateo’s voice in my head, the threat sharp enough to make my cunt clench around nothing. The sheets still smelled like them. My phone sat dark on the nightstand. Mom had texted an hour ago that her shift was running long. She wouldn’t be home until morning.The hinges creaked. Julian stepped in first, already bare-chested, sweats low. Mateo filled the doorway behind him, bigger, slower, eyes dropping straight to my mouth. Neither of them spoke. Julian crossed the room, stopped in front of me, and freed his cock. Thick. Heavy. Already flushed. He rubbed the head across my lower lip, smearing the faint taste o

Their bed was already warm when I climbed into it.Mom had left at 5:40. I’d heard the front door, the car, the quiet that followed. I hadn’t locked anything. I hadn’t cleaned up. I’d walked naked through the house at dawn, their cum from the night before still drying on my thighs, and crawled into the center of their bed exactly the way Mateo had ordered—on my back, knees bent, legs open. The sheets smelled like them. My phone sat on their nightstand. Mom had texted that the double might turn into a triple if the floor stayed short. She wouldn’t be home until late. Maybe not until tomorrow.The front door opened at 6:17.Boots in the hallway. Low voices. Julian stepped into the bedroom first, already pulling his shirt off. Mateo filled the doorway behind him, eyes dropping straight between my spread thighs. Neither of them looked surprised to find me there. Julian crossed the room, shoved his jeans down, and climbed onto the bed. He didn’t speak. He caught my ankles, folded me in hal

Victor’s hand brushed my lower back exactly once during dinner.It was for the photograph—his mother’s phone raised, the whole table smiling. The second the shutter clicked, his palm was gone. He shifted his chair an inch farther from mine and started talking about zoning permits with his uncle. Under the table, Cole’s knee pressed against the outside of my thigh and stayed there. Every time I reached for my water, the movement made more of them leak out of me, warm and slow, soaking into the thin panties I’d put back on because walking to the table without them had felt impossible. Robert sat at the head of the table. His eyes found mine over the rim of his glass whenever Victor looked away. Once, when I stood to help clear a plate, his hand settled on the curve of my hip under the pretext of steadying me. His thumb stroked once, deliberate, right where the dress pulled tight. I nearly dropped the platter.Victor didn’t notice. He never did anymore.After dessert he checked his watch

Victor’s knee bumped mine under the table at 7:41 and he shifted away like I’d burned him.Dinner was plated. His mother talked about the donors. His father poured wine. Cole and Ethan sat across from me, quiet, watching the way I sat carefully on the chair because every small movement pushed more of them out of me. I’d showered just enough to rinse my skin and smooth my hair. Nothing else. The thin dress I’d put on clung where I was still damp between my thighs. Victor cut his steak and didn’t look at me once. When his mother asked if the flight had been comfortable, he answered for both of us. His hand never moved toward mine.After the plates were cleared he stood, checked his phone, and said he had calls. He kissed his mother’s cheek on the way out of the dining room. Robert’s eyes found mine over the rim of his glass. Cole’s foot nudged mine under the table. I excused myself ten minutes later. In the downstairs bathroom I locked the door, hiked the dress, and pushed two fingers i