All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

The front door opened before I even reached the porch.Mom pulled me into a hug that smelled like the same vanilla lotion she’d used since I was sixteen. Dad stood behind her, smiling too wide, already reaching for my suitcase. I let them fuss. Let Mom cup my face and say I looked thinner. Let Dad ask about classes and the flight and whether the dorm food was still terrible. I answered. Smiled. Nodded. My pulse stayed high the entire time because I could hear movement deeper in the house. Footsteps on the stairs. A low voice saying something I couldn’t catch.Julian appeared in the hallway while Mom was still talking about the anniversary dinner tomorrow night.He was taller than I remembered. Broader through the shoulders. Dark hair a little longer, pushed back like he’d run his hands through it. He wore a plain black T-shirt and jeans, barefoot on the hardwood. When his eyes met mine they didn’t flicker away. He just looked. Steady. Unreadable.“Alessia,” he said. My name in his mou

My straight roommate has no idea the sick, constant thoughts I have about him.Asher walks around our shared room in nothing but tight boxer briefs that cling to every inch of him, or sometimes completely naked after a shower, towel barely hanging on, and it makes the hunger worse every single time. His body is built like he was made to be ruined—long, slender lines, narrow waist, thighs that flex when he moves, and an ass so perfectly round and firm I have stared at it for full minutes while pretending to look at my phone. And that cock. God. Even soft it hangs heavy and thick between his legs, the kind of size that makes my mouth water and my hole clench around nothing.It started the week I moved into the off-campus apartment. Three straight guys, two bedrooms, one bathroom that always smells like their body wash. Complicated as hell, and I knew it the second I saw Asher unpacking. He is the new one this year—transferred in, model-pretty face, sharp jaw, messy dark hair that falls

Asher’s thumb stayed on my lower lip, smearing the mix of spit and his own come across it. His grip in my hair didn’t loosen. In the dark I could see the confusion on his face, the way his chest still heaved, the way his cock—wet, half-hard, shining—rested against his stomach between us. He didn’t push me off the bed. He didn’t tell me to get the fuck out. He just stared at my mouth like he was trying to decide if this was real.“Nick,” he said again, quieter. His voice was wrecked. “What the fuck did you just do?”I swallowed. My throat still felt used. “I sucked your cock,” I said, raw. “You came down my throat. And you didn’t stop me.”His jaw flexed. The hand in my hair tightened for a second, then slid down to the back of my neck. He was shaking. I could feel it. “I thought—” He cut himself off. His eyes dropped to the mess I’d left on his thigh, then back to my face. “You were on your knees. In my bed. With my dick in your mouth.”“Yeah.” I didn’t look away. My own cock was alre

The midweek prayer meeting ran long.Most of the congregation had already slipped out into the humid night, leaving only a handful of people folding chairs and stacking hymnals. Pastor Elias was still near the front, deep in conversation with two deacons about next Sunday’s sermon. Eden had offered to help clean the fellowship hall. I watched her from across the room while I stacked the last of the chairs. She moved carefully, like her skin felt too tight, like standing still beside her husband for another hour might crack something open inside her.When she disappeared into the small kitchen off the hall, I waited sixty seconds, then followed.She was alone at the sink, drying a tray with a dish towel. The door clicked shut behind me. Soft. Final.Eden’s hands froze. Her shoulders went rigid. I watched the pulse jump at the side of her throat and felt my cock thicken against my zipper.I didn’t speak right away. I leaned against the counter a few feet from her, arms crossed, and let

The back door opened just after midnight.I stepped into the quiet house and locked it behind me. The only light came from the bedroom at the end of the hall. Eden was sitting on the edge of the bed in black lace that did nothing to hide her. The cups were sheer, her nipples dark and tight against the fabric. The bottoms were soaked through, clinging to her cunt. She looked up when I filled the doorway, and the hunger on her face was raw.“You came,” she said, voice rough.“You left the door open.” I closed the bedroom door and crossed to her. “Stand up.”She did. I gripped the lace at her hips and tore the ties. The scrap fell. I pushed the cups under her tits and bent my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth hard enough to make her gasp. My hand worked the other, pinching and rolling until both peaks were swollen and wet. She arched into me, hands fisting in my shirt.“These have been neglected too long,” I muttered against her skin. “Your husband should see my marks on them every