Backseat With Stepdad Novels & Stories

Shit… we were definitely done for. ................................................................................................................................... “Bea, get up! You always wake up late. You’re going to be eighteen in the next few days, and yet you still have me waking you up like you’re a toddler. You won’t have me forever, and God knows what will happen when I’m gone.” I groaned as my mom ranted. “Calm down, Kate. Isn’t it too early for this?” my stepdad said, giving her a kiss. “You don’t always have to yell at her, you know. She’s the best daughter you could ever ask for,” he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, B.”

“This is the most VIP treatment I’ve ever had.” “You deserve it,” I said, buckling her in. Her dad gave me a long look before closing the door. “Take care of her,” he said quietly. “I will.” He nodded once—trust, fragile but real—and stepped back. We pulled out of the driveway in convoy: my car first, hers behind. Vane stayed behind to “handle things,” he’d said. Mom waved from the porch, small and uncertain, but smiling. I waved back until she disappeared in the rearview.

He filled me one final time before we hurried back. Dad was none the wiser. "Great hike, huh?" On the drive home that evening, I sat in the back seat. Jack drove. Dad rode shotgun. Halfway home, Jack’s hand reached back, sliding under my skirt, fingers pushing inside me while he kept driving and chatting with Dad. I came silently in the backseat, biting my hand, while my dad talked about work right in front of us. When we finally pulled into the driveway, Mom was waiting with dinner. Jack helped carry bags inside, brushing against me every chance he got.

he said. I did. “I need your mouth on me,” he said. Voice low. Desperate. “I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Need to come down your throat. Please, baby girl. Please.” I stared at him. My stepdad. Begging me to suck his cock in the back seat of his car. I licked my lips. “Are you blackmailing me?” I asked quietly. He groaned. Head falling back against the seat for a second.

The air was thick with the smell of sex and sweat. I know I should’ve turned away but I couldn't because I didn’t want to. I stood there, hidden in the dark hallway, hand slipping under my skirt without thinking. My fingers moved fast, quietly, matching his rhythm. It felt wrong watching them that way but it also felt so right. But soon I accidentally moaned out loud. They froze immediately and my Stepdad turned, eyes wide with horror. I gasped lightly and ran before he could discover me hiding there.

Nick's voice. My heart jumped. He was home. Too early. I stepped into the hallway. Nick was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looked directly at me. Then his eyes moved past me. Toward my mother's old room. His face changed. "Where have you been?" "In my room." He stared at me. "Are you sure?" "Yes." Silence. Then Nick slowly walked upstairs. I stood still. He passed me without saying anything. But when he reached the bedroom door, he stopped.

He stayed in for three heartbeats, then pulled out, pushed the plug back in, and fixed my clothes before I could drip too much. “Go,” he said against my ear. “Walk him out. Text me when he’s gone.” I stepped back into the kitchen on unsteady legs just as my stepdad came down the hall with a folder. “All set,” he said. “You okay? You look flushed.” “Just warm in here.” I smiled. The plug shifted. More wetness slid around it. “Drive safe.” He hugged me, grabbed his keys, and left. The second his car pulled away my phone buzzed.

My mother is by your side, her eyes running through me with a disdain that would normally make me explode with anger, unlike my sister, smiling with malice. "Hi, dad" compliance, lowering the skirt. "This is Hunter, my fiancé.” Nervous, I run away from Hunter and he moans while holding a point in his abdomen, trying to stand up. My stepfather approaches carefully. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bill," Hunter murmurs, catching the propped cane and standing up. My stepfather waves one of his wrinkled hands, stretching the other so that I can get up. "It's my pleasure, boy. I was surprised to know that they preferred the city than spending time with the family "he gives me a biased look. A silen

I replied flatly. “I'll get going to work, see you later,” My stepdad dressed in a black suit told my mum as he gave her a quick peck on her lips and made his way to walk out of the dining room before he stopped and gazed at me. “Have a nice day at school, Hailey,” He smiled at me while I nodded in response. “So, I see you're ready for school,” My mum smiled at me while I drew out one of the dining chairs and sat down while she served me toast bread with slices of bacon with a cup of orange juice.

Just by looking at the interior, one will know that the car cost lots of money. “Uh…” “Put on your seat belt,” Stephan said coldly, cutting her off. He was furious at that moment that he didn't want to hear any words from her. Thinking about how her father pushed her into his arms, Stephan stepped on the accelerator and sped away from her house. They clearly want to climb up a big tree.