All Chapters of Stepfamily Stories: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The last plate clicked onto the table and the front door opened behind me. “Sky. We’re home.” Reid’s voice, easy, pleased. “Brought the family.” I turned with a hostess smile and felt it die. Reid. Behind him, filling my hallway like they owned the square footage — Holt and Vance. His older brothers. The ones I only saw at holidays, the ones who kissed my cheek too close to my mouth and called me little sister like it was a joke I was supposed to laugh at. Tank top. Shorts. No bra. The AC had made my nipples obvious. I crossed my arms too late. Holt’s eyes dropped and stayed. Vance’s mouth ticked like he had already won something. “You didn’t say they were coming.” My voice thinned. “I would have put on a dress.” Reid crossed the kitchen, hooked a finger in my waistband, and kissed me. Husband-soft. Then his palm cracked across my ass, loud, possessive, and he squeezed the sting. Holt watched the bounce. Vance made a low sound in his throat. “Doesn’t matter what she’s w

Reid slid under me and pulled my hips down onto his cock in one wet drop.I was already ruined from his brothers. I took him to the root anyway, palms on his chest, hair in my face. Vance stepped in front of me and fed me his cock again, thick from being in my cunt, tasting like me. Holt’s fingers were slick with whatever he had taken from between my legs. He pressed two of them against my ass and worked them in slow, stretching, patient in a way the rest of him was not.“Breathe,” Holt muttered. “Dad’s bigger than I am. You clamp down and you’ll tear.”Their father stood at the foot of the bed and watched his three sons open his son’s wife. He stroked himself once, unhurried, like he had all night and the guest room had always belonged to him.“That’s enough fingers,” he said. “She’s dripping down Reid’s balls. She can take me.”Holt pulled his fingers out. I felt empty in a place I had never let anyone have. Then the blunt, hot head of their father notched there and my whole body tr

He was in my ass when I told him we had to stop.Not sweet. Not careful. Roman had me folded over the edge of their bed — her bed, the one with Mom’s silk pillowcases — one hand in my hair, the other spreading me so he could watch himself sink in. Every thrust punched a wet, filthy sound out of me. My pussy was dripping down my own thighs and he had not touched it. He never did.“Roman—”A harder slam. The headboard kissed the wall.“What did you call me.”“Daddy.” It came out wrecked. “Daddy, we have to stop. I mean it this time.”He laughed against the back of my neck, the same low laugh he used when I said this last month, and the month before that, and every time I came on his cock and remembered whose daughter I was. He snapped his hips and buried himself to the root. My vision went white.“You always mean it when I’m this deep.” His mouth opened on the spot under my ear that turned me stupid. He bit. I clenched around him and he groaned like that was the only answer he needed. “

I lasted until the numbers on my phone looked like a dare.12:08. I lay on top of the sheets with my dress around my waist and two fingers in my pussy, fucking myself on the memory of his head slipping in at the table and stopping. I came too fast. It did not help.12:41. I washed my hands, went back to the bed, opened the door wider. The hall stayed empty. I put a pillow between my thighs and rubbed until I was wet enough to hear it. I whispered Daddy into the dark like he could feel it through the walls. Nothing.1:09. I cried, angry, stupid, empty. My ass was still sore from the morning. My cunt was swollen and untouched except for my own fingers and the smear he had wiped across it like a joke. I thought about walking downstairs and sleeping on the couch so I would not have to look at the open door.1:26. I got up.Their door was not locked. It never was. I pushed it with two fingers.Maren was a dark shape on her side of the bed, one arm thrown over his empty pillow, mouth slack.

Seven o’clock was a door I should not have knocked on.Diana opened it in black. No robe. Wine already poured. The house smelled like garlic and her perfume and the oil I had washed off my skin twice.“Elias said you might cancel,” she said. “I’m glad you didn’t.”The table was set for two. I sat. I ate. I talked about Frankfurt like a wife. She asked if I had heard from him. I said this morning. I did not say I had almost written I will wait and sent Okay instead.We did not mention the spa.He called in the middle of the second glass.Diana put him on speaker because she was that kind of cruel, or that kind of honest.“Baby,” Elias said. “You’re there. Good. Don’t let her put you to work. I’ll be back Friday. I miss you.”“I miss you,” I said, and Diana watched my mouth.“Love you. Mom, take care of her.”“I am,” Diana said.The call died.She stood. She took my glass from my hand and set it down.“He left you a clean house and a clean girl,” she said. “Come to the sofa.”I should h