Alone With My Stepfather Novels & Stories

“Oh come on! Don't act like a fucking saint! You wanted it! You cried like a fucking slut about it every day! You wanted it and you got it. Just shut up and accept it. He Is the Alpha! He has a lot to offer you” “He is my stepfather! My mother’s husband! And you. . “ No, I shook my head violently, there was no use explaining to him. He is not the man I knew and loved. I turned and bolted out the door. I have to get away. I couldn't run to anyone, I had no one to run to. Then I knew, I was really alone.

In the springtime, I could stand here and watch the fish swim by underneath. “He doesn’t say much,” I reply. The truth is, Harvey hardly speaks to me at all. Mother says that’s just how he is—quiet. But I’ve seen him in a room full of people when he didn’t stop talking plenty of times, so I don’t think that’s it. In my opinion, my stepfather simply doesn’t care for me, and I suppose I can’t blame him. After all, I was almost twenty years old when we met, a grown woman, and he’d gone his whole life without being a father. He leaves me alone for the most part, and I avoid him when possible. I do some work for his accounting firm, though, which he appreciates since I know he wishes I had a husb

I stare at the bathroom door, I'm sure Oliver is dying in there, he could even clog the toilet. "I was talking to your father and we agreed that as soon as you get back from this trip you'll go on vacation, you need some time to be alone with Stephan, I'm sure that if you spend a week together, you'll get back together." God, give me patience. "Mom, even if humanity didn't depend on me and Stephan to continue, I wouldn't have anything to do with him. He could disappear for all I care, but it's a shame to see what a scumbag he is, a bastard with no shame in his face." I end up venting.

A knock on the door makes me sit up in the bed, I'm ready for the night, hair washed and body eager, pussy already swollen and clit ready. My cunt is already slick and when the door opens, I find my stepfather there instead of my Uncle, oh no…he shouldn't see my like this but I don't cover up. My thick tighs are spread open and knees folded, my hands are behind my back and breasts jutted out, inviting the man to take of a forbidden drink. “Hmm, I was right” My stepfather mutters and the way his eyes roam my body sends goosebumps down my spine…what was he right about?

I'm now staring at my stepfather, whose lust is written all over his face. His hand is massaging his crotch, his eyes are wide as they go down to my thighs squeezed together, my pussy soaked, my legs barely holding me straight as my new Daddy rams himself into me at his new angle. My large tits bounce uncontrollably, flailing wildly as the strong man behind me impales me on his dick. I look at my stepfather, pleasure blasting through me, and the words just come out on their own. “Oh, Daddy!” I moan, staring into my stepfather's eyes.

"Just some sibling rivalry. Nothing to worry about." Victor’s gaze flicked between Luca and Ethan, then settled on me. His eyes softened for a moment, but there was something else there—something possessive. "Ariana," he said softly, "go inside. It’s getting late." I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave them alone, not when the tension between the three of them was so palpable. But I didn’t have a choice. Victor was my stepfather. His authority was absolute, even when it was wrapped in a layer of quiet intensity.

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

It awakened something in me that should’ve just kept sleeping. Noel, my stepfather, has a strong and good built in spite of him being in his early 40s. He had two sons, Manuel and Maverick, before he wed my mother. Manuel is already married for three years and Maverick is graduating from college this year. It was always my mother, Noel, and me in this huge house. I couldn’t remember when this fantasy of mine started. Was it when I heard him and my mother moan as they fuck? Or was it when I saw him naked with his hard cock on?

I wanted to argue, to call him a paranoid control freak, but deep down, I knew he wasn’t wrong. My stepfather had always been cautious, always looking over his shoulder. Maybe I had just refused to see how deep it really ran. But this… this was something else. “Your stepfather works for me” Alexander said, watching me closely. “That means you’ve been around this world your entire life, whether you realized it or not” I swallowed hard. “I never wanted to be part of it” His gaze didn’t waver. “Doesn’t matter. You are now”

"We're leaving. Clean up this mess, and I expect you both at the estate for breakfast at eight sharp." As Arthur dragged me out into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with the sheer, taboo insanity of what had just been decided. I was going to be shared. By my step-father and my two step-brothers. But just before we crossed the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder. Damian was leaning against the ruined desk, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, while Leo stood beside him, his pale gaze fixed entirely on my curves. They weren't looking at each other with hatred anymore. Damian gave a slow, deliberate nod, and Leo returned it with a dark, chilling smile.