Coaching My Stepdaughter

"Hank, there's something hard down there pushing into me." On the driving school car, I was teaching my goddaughter how to drive by letting her sit on my lap, my hands over hers on the wheel. But right after we started, the engine stalled, and the whole car jerked hard. Her round hips settled deep into my thighs. To make things even more intense, she was wearing nothing but a skirt that barely covered her.

Extremely crazy and confusing night, she was slept by her stepfather's son. Her young and tender daughter's body blossomed underneath him, being watched carefully and desecrated with abandon, so shy that she couldn't help herself. He is a powerful and domineering CEO, arrogant and unrivaled in authority. With his cold and aloof demeanor, he impulsively confines the daughter of his stepmother, gradually developing the habit of protecting her and nurturing an obsession to dote on her. The deep-seated infatuation leaves her with no escape. He says, "I allow you to be willful, but you must be willful within the limits I set. When you gave yourself to me as a birthday gift, you became mine for life! From head to toe, you are all mine!"

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked her for details, she burst into tears. “I don’t want to talk about it again…” In court, Wendy testified, “I saw him come out of my daughter’s room in the middle of the night.” The police could not find any physical evidence or DNA, but I was still sentenced to three years in prison. My mother came to visit me with a cane. She limped the whole way. On her way to the prison, an overloaded dump truck hit her. She never made it to the hospital. When I saw her one last time at the funeral home, I still had handcuffs on. Yvonne came to visit me with her punk-looking boyfriend. She smiled at me through the glass. “Dad, I really didn’t want things to turn out this way. But you kept trying to stop me from being with Jason. It was really annoying.” I spent three years in prison. By the time I was released and went home, Yvonne had taken over the house. She had screamed, “Help! That monster is back to get me!” Once again, everyone treated me like an outcast. In the end, I found myself on the roof of a high-rise. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years before everything happened. Yvonne stood outside my house with her schoolbag on her back. Wendy stood behind her with Yvonne’s suitcase. “Henry, Yvonne’s school dorm is too noisy. Let her stay at home for a few months.” I sat on the couch and put down the remote. “No. I won’t allow it.”

Noami grew up with an abusive mother, and so when she turned 18, she decided to hunt her ex-stepfather down as he was the only one who ever truly cared about her. She absolutely adores him, and he adores her right back. Can their love survive, albeit changed a drunken reunion, bullies from the past, and unwanted suitors? Or will everything they face tear them apart when they just found each other again? Or will his money play a part in his demise? I tilted my head back as I fell against his chest and he immediately lowered his head to press his lips against mine. Oh, God! Not again. This was bad. I needed to pull away. Why wasn’t I pulling away? Why was I opening my mouth so he could deepen the kiss? And why were my hands going under his shirt to stroke along his muscles? Fuck! I closed my eyes as I leaned against him, enjoying the kiss more than I should. When he finally pulled away, I looked up at him mesmerized by our kiss for the second time. He grinned down at me as his eyes danced merrily. “So, were you serious about what you said?” he asked huskily, confusing me. “What did I say?” I replied. His hands moved down my body until his hands were gripping my ass. “You said you were going to let me have you.” When my mouth dropped open in shock, he groaned. “Or we can start with that if you prefer.” I snapped my mouth shut when what he meant registered in my head. “Oh, God!” He chuckled as he pulled me up his body a little so that I could feel his erection. “Say yes and I’ll make you scream that.” “I-I…yes."

My breath caught in my throat as my stepfather’s finger grazed my chin, “I want you,” I whispered, “And I can't help it any longer.” Then he slowly brushed his thick thumb across my slightly parted lips, I gasped, whimpering under his touch. “You are my daughter, Kitten,” his throat gulped. “You are placed under my care.” “Stepdaughter,” I drew closer, this time his breath was hot on my face. “This is wrong,” he managed to say, struggling to hide how obsessed he had become even though he couldn't keep his hands away. I pushed myself up on the tips of my toes so I could reach his lips. “Stop me if you don't want this, step daddy,” I said, my lips grazing his slightly, his breathing turned ragged, like he had been hungry for this. ~~~~~~ After a devastating betrayal on her boyfriend’s birthday, curvy nineteen-year-old Michela Stewart returns home broken… only to collide with the one man who has always made her feel dangerously alive: her stepfather, Miles. Miles has spent years burying his forbidden desire for the beautiful young woman under his care. But when Michela’s pain cracks open the walls between them, the magnetic pull becomes impossible to resist. Every lingering glance, every protective touch, and every whispered word of adoration threatens to shatter the fragile line he’s sworn never to cross. As jealous secrets surface and a ruthless developer closes in on the family bookstore they both love, Michela and Miles find themselves caught in a storm of passion, guilt, and mounting danger. With their home, their future, and their hearts on the line, one reckless decision could save them… or destroy everything they hold dear. His Chubby Stepdaughter… a forbidden, addictive age-gap romance where love and temptation collide.

My physics teacher held up my test paper with an 18-point score in front of all the students and parents and said, “Students like this are hopeless. I don’t even know how someone like this passed the high school entrance exam. “I didn’t think there was a way to cheat on the high school entrance exam, but it turns out there is. It gives people like this a chance to cheat.” He did not just insult my intelligence but also questioned my character and family. “Well, it’s not surprising. Only a junk-collecting family could raise a kid like this.” I curled up in my seat, too scared to say anything. But my stepmom could not stand it anymore. She smacked the chalk box off his desk, pointed at him, and yelled, “Who do you think you’re talking about?! “I send my kid to school and pay all the tuition and book fees! How did it turn into us being a junk-collecting family?! “You can’t even teach properly, and I haven’t called you out for it! Have you no shame?! You don’t deserve to be called a teacher! You’re just a piece of trash!” For some reason, she suddenly seemed imposing and heroic to me.