Crazy Stepdad Novels & Stories

“Harder, daddy….please use me.” He did. Rough and relentless, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could watch her face. When he was close he pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. “Open your mouth. I want to cum on these tits while you watch.” Lisa opened wide, tongue out. Jack stroked fast, eyes locked on hers, praising her the whole time. “Such a dirty girl…. Letting your stepdad fuck you raw….waiting for me to paint these perfect tits with my cum.”

“He really is my uncle.” He gave a low chuckle. “Is he now?” “Yes, Dad. But why are you in my room?” I asked, trying to change the topic. “No reason,” he replied smoothly. He released one of my wrists and moved that hand to the small of my back, pulling me closer. I held my breath as he leaned down and pressed his face against my neck, breathing me in. “Da—” “Quiet,” he whispered against my pulse point. He was my stepfather, for God’s sake. I should have shoved him away, screamed for help, and thrown him out of my room. Instead, my body went soft against his. It was as if some part of me recognized him, even while my mind fought it.

Kristen asked. “Now we aren’t going to get any sleep!” He complained and everyone burst out in laughter. The years had been nice to them and he was forever grateful that he agreed to shackle himself to a crazy girl and that crazy girl agreed to marry him, a crazy guy. Somehow they managed to create a crazy family. Charlie and Dorian had started arguing about something; Bea wanted to touch the baby. Ethan suddenly wanted to go to his sister. They managed to make the hospital a madhouse. His eyes caught Kristen’s over the ruckus and he smiled.

Stepdad asked as he dropped his spoon on his plate and looked at me. 'It was crazy,' “Fine, just like every normal day,” I answered and shifted my gaze to Ryan, who shot one of his sharped brows at me before giving me one of his taunting smirks. “I heard you are doing great in your swimming lessons,” My stepdad said, and I nodded in response to him and smiled slightly. I stared at the sauced spaghetti in front of me which was screaming for me to devour them and forget about everything else and who am I to object from the claws of hunger.

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

My step-dad She gets up with her husband, but no? It's incredible . My mother refuses to send me to school on the pretext that she has no more money. But it's amazing I remained there quite silent, I go to my father's studio to at least think of him. Mom and her husband come join me again. But it's not worth it Me: what do you want from me? Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this?

But Inѕtеаd оf раntіng fоr аіr, I fоund mуѕеlf ѕсrеаmіng оut. “I’m ѕuсh a nаughtу gіrl, Dаddу!” I сrіеd, urgіng mу stepdad tо fuсk mе harder “I’m so ѕоrrу Dаddу. I’m juѕt a hоrnу lіttlе ѕlut. I саn’t hеlр іt. I need dіѕсірlіnе!” Mу stepdad gаѕреd at thе filthy wоrdѕ thаt were соmіng оut of mу mоuth, and tо mу delight he bеgаn fucking me hаrdеr.

He was supposed to hide his feelings and act as if he didn't care if I fucked a random stranger. “Gabe... We have discussed this, anything that feels right, I'm going to ask her if she wants it and if she wants to, I will let her do it." My stepdad said, Gabriel looked like he was going to punch the living day light out of his brother. " So you want her to go to a party and get drunk and probably get high on some addictive drugs and end up in bed with a total stranger?" To my surprise my stepdad turned to me. " Cristela, is that want you want to do?."

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.

All I could think about was what my dad had just said. What... stepmother? Is that what I understand? But how did my dad and Shortie Freak know each other? Why would my dad marry her? "No way! No way!" I was so agitated that my eyes popped with blood, "Absolutely No way! How could that genetically defective freak be my stepmother? How can she? How can she be worthy!" "Shut up!" My father rarely made his anger visible. My brain rumbled like a scrapped machine for a long time before it slowly turned back on track.