Backseat With Her Stepdad Novels & Stories

I walked down to mom's car, she smiled as I sat in the passenger seat. “How was school today hun?” she asked. Seth has my secret letter, summer cleared war because of him and Conrad still doesn't know how I feel about him. “Fine.” I said instead. I noticed two suitcases in the back seat. “Are those ours mom?” She exhaled, her hand tightened around the steering wheel. “Daniel wants us to move in today sweetheart, you don't mind do you?” I forced out a small smile. “I don't mind mom, let's go meet my new stepfather.”

She would discover the full truth about her stepfather secrets. And when she did, she would make sure Marcus finally gave her exactly what she had been craving since the moment she came home. A deep, raw, and very risky ride on the man who was supposed to protect her.

But Kade’s focus never wavered from me… I was so in tune with him, I could tell he was walking towards us, and each step made me feel like prey. “What else? You’re getting old, which means you’re one step closer to dying. So Maya and I thought… why not come over and celebrate?” The audacity in his tone made Carlo’s jaw tighten, but beneath it, I swore I saw a flicker of twisted pride. “And besides,” Kade's attention came back to me, but I kept my eyes on anything but him, “we had to see your new wife, our new stepmother. Won't you introduce us, old man?”

The soft buzz settled against her walls as she grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs. The car was already overloaded. Suitcases filled the trunk and most of the back seat. Her stepdad was in the driver’s seat, her mom already buckled in beside him. The only space left was the narrow gap in the back. Marcus looked at the single remaining spot, then at her, jaw tight. “You’re sitting on my lap. Don’t make it weird.” She climbed in without argument. The second she settled across his thighs the short dress rode up. Her bare ass pressed directly against the front of his shorts. The vibrator hummed quietly inside her. The car pulled out of the driveway and the long drive began.

Bethany turned around and was cradling something in a blue Tupperware bowl with her backpack slung over one shoulder as she slowly made her escape to her bedroom for the evening. “Oh yeah I’m just beat, I thought I’d take some supper up to my room and call it a night” she said in a southern backwoods drawl that had for the longest time been unnerving to the high school English teacher in me. I eventually had to force myself to stop trying to change my step-daughter. Maybe that was my problem and the reason my biological daughter, Stephanie was not here now. “Oh FYI, Stephanie hollered at me and said she’s shacking up with Lane the Stain tonight. I told her you’d be fit to be tied but she sai

I hadn’t worn panties — it was way too hot for that — and now the bare lips of my pussy were pressed against the warm leather seat. Mark, my 48-year-old stepdad, got out to pop the hood. I watched him through the window. Even in this heat, he looked good — broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt, thick arms flexing as he checked the engine. He’d been in my life since I was sixteen, and over the last year, the tension between us had grown thicker than the humid air. Twenty minutes passed. Roadside help said they couldn’t get to us for hours. Mom paced beside the car, frustrated. That’s when the beat-up old pickup truck slowed down and pulled over behind us.

Jeremy stood right behind me, his hands resting gently on my hips, supporting my weight as I looked out. A few minutes later, my parents walked out of the West lodge towards dad’s SUV parked in the joint parking lot. Between them was Brenna, her head bowed low, her shoulders slumped in total defeat. She was carrying a single, small black traveling bag—just a fraction of the clothes she had brought to college with such big, malicious dreams of taking over my life. My father opened the trunk and threw the bag inside. My mother helped Brenna into the backseat, hovering over her like she was made of glass.

I grinned and gave my stepmom a quick high-five as I walk away. We piled toward the car. My stepMom slid into the passenger seat beside Dad. The car was stuffed with foodstuffs and house equipment for Grandma’s new place. There was literally no room left. Damien and I stared at the single empty spot in the back seat. “Mom, the car is full,” I whined at the same time Damien growled, “Where the hell are we supposed to sit?” Dad didn’t even look back. “Alexia, sit on your brother’s lap. We’re not leaving anyone behind and we’re already late. Grandma wants to see all of you. End of discussion.”

“Common we ought to get back. Mum and Dad are so looking forward to seeing you again.” She pulls her door open and jumps back in her car. I follow after her, still looking around bewildered. I could have sworn someone said my name. I shrugged my shoulders and got into the car with Steph, before she pulled back onto the road and carried on our journey to the Eclipse Pack.

“I didn't do anything. I found a way to get my son, and it doesn't matter who was there with him; you were just a means to an end, and I have no dealing with you.” I grit my teeth and hear footsteps thumping on the front porch; her excitement is palpable as she watches me. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of being afraid, so I stand boldly and turn as the door swings open. My eyes widen when Sophia walks in with a smug grin, followed by her mother before the door swings shut behind them. “Well, well,” Becca says with a smirk. “Who would've thought that the mighty could've fallen,” she says as she places her bag on the table next to the door. “Aren't you going to greet your stepmother?”