All Chapters of STEPFAMILY HEAT: 21 Daddy Lessons: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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We Meet Again, Little Sister (3)

The bathroom was a closet with a mirror.I locked it. I pulled the shorts down again and watched his cum slide down my thigh under the ugly light. My hands shook when I wiped. It did not matter. I was still wet. The stencil on my lower back looked crooked from how I had come. I fixed my clothes and stared at my own mouth until I could walk.Tyler was changing the paper on the bench when I opened the door.The next consult’s voice was gone from the hall. He had sent them away. The lock was turned again.“Get on your stomach.”“The tattoo.”“Yes.” He pulled on fresh gloves. “You made a mess of the transfer. I put it on again. Then I work. You hold still this time.”I lay down.He cleaned me. Cold soap over skin that still felt used. New stencil. His palm on my ass, professional now, except we both knew what his hand had just done. When he stretched the skin, I flinched. He did not stroke me. He also did not pretend I was dry.The machine started.Pain bloomed at the base of my spine, br

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We Meet Again, Little Sister (4)

I was still in the lot at eight.Tyler locked the shop, bag over his shoulder, and walked to my window like he had known I would fail the drive-away. He didn’t smile. He tapped the glass.“Follow me.”Six minutes. A walk-up over a closed store. Stairs that smelled like dust and someone else’s dinner. His place was small and clean. Soap. Sheets. The same green stuff from the shop on the bathroom counter. He dropped his keys, locked the door, and looked at me standing in his hall with a fresh tattoo under my shirt and a decision already made.“Shirt off. Shorts off. I need to see the bandage.”I stripped.Cool air. The tape at the base of my spine pulled when I moved. Tyler washed his hands at the sink first, then checked the edges of the dressing with clean fingers, professional for three seconds. Then his mouth landed on the back of my neck and his hands were not clean anymore. No bench. No machine. No next consult knocking. He walked me to the bed and put me on my stomach so the ink

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LESSON 9: SEDUCING MY STRAIGHT STEPSISTER

RaeI moved into my father’s new house on a Thursday and decided the same night I was going to have his wife’s daughter.Claire.Straight. Cold. A boyfriend who texted her every hour. The kind of pretty that looked expensive even in a towel. I had seen her once at the wedding, in a dress that made my mouth go dry, and she had called me sister like she was hanging a lock on a door.I was twenty. I liked girls. I did not like being locked out.The guest room wasn’t ready. Paint fumes. A mattress still in plastic. Mom — her mom, my new one — laughed it off and said Claire would share for two nights. Claire’s mouth did something tight and polite in front of the parents. The second they went downstairs she looked at my bag on her carpet like it had teeth.“You get the floor.”“There’s a bed.”“That’s my bed.”She said it like I was a dog. I smiled anyway. I put the bag down. I had packed on purpose: a tank that was really a suggestion, shorts that lost the fight when I bent. No bra. I wasn

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Seducing My Straight Stepsister (2)

Morning made her worse.Claire came out of the bathroom in a sports bra and running shorts like the night had not happened. Hair up. Face clean. She stepped over my blanket without looking down. I sat up on her floor in the tank I had slept in and watched the line of her stomach until she caught me and the polite wedding-daughter came back on.“Coffee’s downstairs. Mom made extra.”“I’m not going downstairs.”“Then stay out of my way.”She left. I heard her laugh at something Dad said. I heard Nate’s name. I stayed on her carpet with last night still between my legs and the charger still on her sink because I had not taken it.She ran. She came back sweaty. She locked the bathroom. I waited until the water started and tried the handle.Open.Steam. Her shape behind the glass. I stood in the doorway with my heart in my throat and my mouth already stupid.“Rae.” Not a question. She shut the water off. The door slid. Towel again. Smaller this time, grabbed in a hurry. “What did I say.”“

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Seducing My Straight Stepsister (3)

She pulled me off the couch like she hated me for it.The shirt came up. My mouth found her breast through nothing, then skin, and Claire clapped a hand over her own lips so the house would not hear. I backed her into the dark of the hallway, then through her bedroom door she had left open, then onto the bed she had sworn was only hers.“Last time,” she whispered again.I got on my knees on her mattress and pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. She was shaking. Straight. Nate’s. Wet enough that when I put my mouth between her legs she jerked like I had stung her and then grabbed my hair instead of pushing me off.“Rae—fuck—”I licked her through it. Slow, then greedy. She tasted like the shower and the lie. Her thighs closed on my ears. I held them open and sucked her clit until her back left the bed and her other hand fisted the pillow so the headboard would not knock.She came with a broken sound she tried to eat.I didn’t stop.I pushed two fingers into her while she was still

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Seducing My Straight Stepsister (4)

Saturday she told me to stay on the couch.I didn’t.Claire came back from her run shiny and angry and went straight to the shower with the door locked this time. I sat on her bed and waited. When she came out in the big shirt I pulled her down by the wrist. She said last time. She said Nate. She said the key. Then she let me put my mouth on her again anyway, standing up, her back against the closet, one foot hooked around my hip.We made it to the bed.She was on her back. I was between her thighs. Two fingers in her, my tongue on her clit, her hand in my hair like she had forgotten she was straight. The house was empty — parents at some lunch they had invited us to and we had both lied about. Her phone was on silent on the floor.I felt her start to come.The front door opened.Not a knock. A key. The spare from March.“Babe?” Nate’s voice, easy, already in the hall. “I brought that iced thing you like. Your mom said you were home—”Claire’s whole body locked.I didn’t take my mouth

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LESSON 10: EXAMINED BY MY HUSBAND'S FATHER

MarenMy husband booked the appointment so we could fly to his parents’ anniversary with a clean bill of health.I went because Drew asked. I stayed because the man who walked in was not Dr. Patel.“Mrs. Cole.” He shut the door. White coat. Grey at the temples. Hands that looked like they had done this a thousand times. “I’m Dr. Brennan. I’m covering this month. Patel’s on leave. I have your file.”He was almost twice my age.I got wet sitting on the paper in a gown that wouldn’t close.Drew and I had not had sex in four months. He worked late. He kissed my forehead. He said we were fine. I had started touching myself in the shower and biting a towel so I would not say anyone’s name. I had not expected the name to arrive in a coat with my chart.“Pap, breast exam, general pelvic,” he said, reading. “Your husband noted you’ve had some discomfort. We’ll be thorough.”“It’s nothing.”“Then it will be quick.”It was not quick.He was professional until he wasn’t. Gloves. Warm gel. He talk

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Examined By My Husband’s Father (2)

Tuesday I lied to Drew.I said it was bloodwork. I wore a dress with nothing under it because I had thought about the paper and the crack in the ceiling for four days and I was done pretending this was about a form. In the waiting room a television played a cooking show with the sound off. I signed my name on a clipboard and felt empty between my legs already, like my body had shown up before I had.“Mrs. Cole.”Same coat. Same voice. He held the door and I walked in like I still had a choice.Dr. Brennan closed it and locked it.“Gown off. Table. Same as last time.”I got on the paper. It stuck to the backs of my thighs. He washed his hands longer than he needed to. Gloves. He did not start with the chart. He pulled the stool between my knees and looked at me the way he had when I came on his fingers and tried to call it medicine.“You came back.”“You wouldn’t sign.”“I would have signed.” His gloved hands settled on my inner thighs and opened me. “You came back anyway.”His fingers

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Examined By My Husband’s Father (3)

The house was white stone and too many glasses.Drew’s mother kissed my cheek and called me sweetheart. Drew’s sister handed me champagne. Someone said the happy couple had been married thirty-two years. I smiled with my mouth closed because if I opened it I might still taste Tuesday.“Dad’s late,” Drew said, checking his phone. “Clinic ran over. He’ll make the toast.”I had not asked what his father did.I should have asked what his father did.The front door opened on a man in a grey jacket with no white coat, and the room did the polite family swell — there he is, finally, you missed the photos.Dr. Brennan set his keys in a bowl I had never seen and looked through the crowd like he was counting.He found me.The same face. The same mouth. Older in the light of a foyer instead of a fluorescent ceiling. For one stupid second I thought covering physicians attended their patients’ in-law parties. Then Drew said, “Dad, you remember Maren,” and my stomach dropped through the tile.Brenn

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LESSON 11: I FUCKED MY BOYFRIEND'S FATHER

The house was too much.Too much marble. Too much glass. Too many rooms that didn’t need to exist. The agency had said “large family home, couple traveling two weeks.” They hadn’t said the master closet was bigger than my apartment or that the wife’s silk robe would still be hanging on the bathroom door like she’d only stepped out for a minute.I told myself I was just checking the place. Then I put the robe on anyway.Champagne silk. Thin. It clung to my tits and barely closed. I left it open down the front and walked out to the pool because the backyard looked like it belonged to people who never had to worry about rent.Two weeks alone in a house this big. No Miles asking if I came yet when I hadn’t. No polite, hurried thrusts that always ended before I got there. Just space. Quiet. A bed I didn’t have to share with someone who still thought two minutes counted as effort.My phone buzzed.Miles: How’s the castle, baby? Send me something. I want to see you in their house.I smiled t

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