Backseat With Stepdad Novels & Stories

Katy replied. I joined in, staring at Mom with my arms folded. "Who was it, Mom?" I asked with a serious face. "You guys are acting crazy. I only spoke to a client for a few minutes." Mom spoke. "So, you were talking to someone?" Katy asked. "Mom, we want to inform you that we are not interested in a stepdad. That is unless he can buy us a mansion and buy us each a car." Katy shot on another look before making her way out of the house. Her driver had arrived.

Even if finding it scared me senseless. My hand had just closed around the front doorknob when it jerked open from the other side. I stumbled back with a gasp as my stepdad swaggered in, the hulking form of the Beta at his side. No, not now! Desperation clawed at my heart. My stepdad's bloodshot eyes narrowed on my backpack. "Where do you think you're going, bitch?" He jabbed an accusing finger at me. "Here she is, trying to do a runner!"

“How have you been, Elize?” I was in the same car with my mom and my new stepfather. The other car was filled with our belongings. So the two men rode the car containing our bags, while the three of us took the second one. My new stepfather was in the driver’s seat, my mother was riding shotgun, while I sat alone at the backseat. Fine for me though. I needed to comport myself, get my thoughts together before been introduced to a new life probably filled with other family members. “I’ve been okay. Just had a strenuous time packing my things to get out of there before they come barreling on us again.”

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

My lips parted in shock, but before I could respond, he had already climbed into the driver’s seat. We were in a different car now. He said he’d drive this time, while Mon and another vehicle followed behind us. “Mommy, let’s go!” Stephie called from the backseat window. I tried opening the backseat door, but it wouldn’t budge. The front passenger door unlocked instead. So that’s where he wants me. During the drive, I clenched my fists as his words echoed in my head. He’s taking care of your mother. Why, Dad?

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

She moved toward the stairs gracefully, leaving both Christian and Rose momentarily speechless. As soon as she was gone, I let out a slow breath and turned toward my father. “Maybe if you treated her well, she wouldn’t need to be making appointments with a doctor at all.” Christian’s eyes narrowed. “Hunter, you shouldn’t concern yourself with the affairs of my wife. That’s not your business.” I leaned back in my chair, matching his glare. “It is my business. She’s my stepmother, after all, and I care if she’s being walked over or treated poorly. Wouldn't want you to treat her like you did my mother."

“How long have you guys been step siblings?" “Two years now. His mom is My Dad's wife and she's currently out of state." "And when did you guys start meeting behind your dad's back?” My voice broke. “Only two weeks ago. But he started making moves on me ever since he returned from school last month.” I explained. “This means…he was the one who started it?" I swallowed, "yes he did.“ “Did you report to your dad?” "No sir, I thought I could handle it on my own.“

The place was brightly lit, yet eerily silent. "We’re here." Mom parked the car, touched up her lipstick, and took a deep breath. She was adjusting herself from the sharp, cutting woman she was with me into a gentle, attentive wife. "Get out. And remember to call him 'Uncle'." I picked up my woven sack and followed behind her. A man sat on the living room sofa. A blanket covered his legs, and he held a book in his hands. Hearing us enter, he looked up. This was my stepfather, Jonathan Hayes.