Backseat With Her Stepdad Novels & Stories

Jenn's mouth watered seeing the outline of her step-dad's cock and she felt that now familiar buzzing between her legs. "Are you okay, baby girl?" she heard her mom say through a haze. Jenn realized that she had come down stairs and had immediately started staring speechlessly at her step-dad's cock. Rousing herself, she replied, "Yeah mom, I guess I am still a little sleepy."

He rushed to her side, helped her as she stood and proceeded to take her in the direction of the cars parked. “Remember what we talked about Cheryl.” Stephanie winked at me as she got into the passenger’s seat. She was referring to the intimacy part. I watched as Justin started the ignition and drove in to the street. I couldn’t help but worry about Stephanie and the baby. ______••••••••______ “I’m going to miss you guys.” Tears were flowing uncontrollably. The more I wiped, the more waterfalls. I was being dramatic, Indiana and Grace could easily visit if they wanted. It’s not like we were moving to another country or states. We would be an hour away.

“How are you not hurt?” She smiled. “That’s why I’m disappointed in you.” She tossed a snack at me. “Keep your mouth busy.” “So you killed my man,” I muttered, “and now you’re going to meet yours?” She sighed. “Such is life.” I smirked as I dropped a statement that would definitely trigger the beast in her. “Your man looks too handsome to be my stepfather.” She slammed the brakes. “Get down.” As she sped off, I smiled to myself.

Why the fuck is he back? “It’s dad,” I shout to Ashley, confirming her worst fears. “Oh god, oh no, oh no!” “Calm down! It’s fine, just hide the wine – hurry!” The car door slams and my stepdad starts walking up the path to the front door. “Ashley, put it in the cabinet under the TV, he’s going to be in any second.” I hear a shattering noise from behind me. My heart stops beating. I don’t want to turn around. I know what I’m going to see. I take a deep breath, and turn to face Ashley.

he called out, his voice flat and tired like he was handing over a broken appliance. “Don’t go easy on her, Caleb. She needs to learn what happens when she fucks around and steals from family.” Caleb’s eyes stayed locked on me the whole time my stepdad talked, never once flicking toward the car. “I’ve got her,” he said, low and calm, the words carrying across the driveway like they weighed more than they should. My stepdad didn’t say another word. He just hit the gas hard enough that gravel sprayed up behind the tires and pelted the backs of my calves like tiny bullets.

The night her father was exposed. She felt the floor tilt slightly under her. “No,” she whispered. She scrolled. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL PRESENT: — Daniel Vale — Marissa Kline — Victor Hale Her heart stopped. Victor. She blinked. Scrolled again. Still there. Victor Hale. Her stepfather. Her mother didn’t meet Victor until weeks after the affair exploded. That’s what she’d always believed. “That’s wrong,” she said immediately. Origin didn’t argue. “It says he authorized a security override,” she continued, voice thinning. “Why would he have access?”

“Like this Gio?” I looked in the car and answered, “Yeah just like that.” “And now how about you put Aunt Val’s bag on the floor as well.” Dad did the same thing with Aunt Val’s bag and looked at me for more directions. “Alright now put her other bag in between the seats and put yours on top.” Dad did as he was told and looked at me again. I looked at Mom. “Mom got in the back behind Dad’s seat.” Mom crawled in and sat down.

“Princess, you need to get in the passenger seat so he can drive. You can hold his hand.” “But–” I brushed a kiss over her forehead. “It’s okay, Becky. I promise I’m not going anywhere. I’ll hold your hand.” She hesitated before climbing into the passenger seat and immediately holding her hand out to me. I took it, and she instantly clung to it. Dad tapped the top of the car. “Get her to the hospital. I’ll meet you there, and then you and I will be talking about this,” he told me. I swallowed hard as I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

The Mercedes bounced and creaked in protest and the chauffeur winced from his place behind the wheel. I hopped into the car, buckled my seatbelt as the deep wound of betrayal festered in my mind. Every curse word known to man and wolf was running through my mind as I crossed my arms over my chest and glanced out the window. I saw my twin sister Freya standing on the porch next to my father looking lost and hopeless. Even from a distance I could see her crimson red swollen eyes leaking out a fresh batch of tears.

She came back to change her clothes and check on us. I was in my room when she came back, so she came in to see me briefly before she left. “Sweetie, I have a networking dinner. Don’t wait up, you’ll have your dinner with your daddy, okay?.” She kissed my forehead like it was an item on her to-do list. “Your dad can help, if you need anything.” I tried to have a conversation with her, to see if it’ll help me move on from the urge of wanting my stepfather. “Mom, can we talk? Just for a bit?”