Crazy Stepdad Novels & Stories

Jayden suddenly went calm the moment I made those statements ,he looked like he was shocked . "What do you mean that man is your step dad ,do you have any idea of what you are saying ,does it make any sense . "It would never make any sense Jayden, that was one of the reasons why I had to keep it away from that man who got married to my mom right in front of me and also had a one night stand with me , though it was twice . "That man is step dad ,my mom's husband and also the father of my babies and that only means that my daddy is my step dad "is what you have been trying so hard to hear .

My mind reeled as I stared at my phone, the message screaming a mixture of emotions. My stepdad, strict and unbending-a man who always demanded and never asked-was on his knees, beseeching me to beg Adrian, a prospective client, to grant him a very lucrative steel contract. Something was not adding up. My stepdad never begged, and the fact that he was doing so made my skin crawl.

Aurora wondered what was so funny. "Wait, what? There seems to be an error in the system, darlin’. Either your step dad lied to your mom, or they both know that it’s a big fat lie.” “Now that's a bit believable but what makes you so sure? Were you there?” Stephanie gaze was incredulous as she answered. “Have you seen your step dad? He’s a twig compared to the owner of Left Green Wood. How on earth is he supposed to compare? How hilarious!" Stephanie said, continuing to laugh which made Aurora raise a brow at her in disbelief, wondering what the hell was so funny.

I lay curled up on the oversized sectional couch in our dimly lit living room, the remote forgotten beside me as the action movie blasted explosions across the massive flat-screen TV. The house felt bigger and quieter than usual with Mom gone on her month-long business trip to Europe. It had been just Ethan and me for two weeks now, and every single night the air between us grew thicker with something I could no longer ignore. My stepdad. The man who had married my mother three years ago and somehow become the center of every filthy fantasy I had.

*** Patrick’s car arrived in front of his apartment, he got down and helped me open the door. “Nice apartment,” I complimented as he led me inside. He smiled and nodded at me. We reached his large sitting room and he excused himself and went up the stairs. I took a deep breath and dropped my purse as I looked around his apartment. “Rich…” I said with a frown, “After you ruined my dad… now wait while I take all this from you.” I stared into space, as I thought of my dad’s pathetic situation in prison. “Did I keep you waiting?”

“You are actually crazy.” “Crazy for wanting my bestie to get properly fucked? Never.” She reached over and gently pulled my hands away from my face, still grinning. “Look, I’m not saying jump into it blindly. But if you both enjoyed it, and want each other, maybe it’s not the worst idea. Just don’t overthink the ‘stepdad’ label. Life is too short to let a little taboo stop you from getting good dick.” I groaned, but I couldn’t stop the small, reluctant laugh that escaped. Only Zoey could turn my personal disaster into something that almost sounded exciting.

Frank is here. My stepdad is here and we’re both…. Naked. No way, did my fantasy come true or is this just an imagination? It can’t be because I feel real pain when Frank slaps me. It’s real. My stepfather really fucked me. “Step…. Daddy?” I mutter in disbelief as I press my palm against his chest, my heart pounding so fast and hard I think it was about to fly out of my chest. “In here, I’m just daddy,” Frank replies. “And you…. You have the sweetest little cunt.”

I pictured him—my stepdad, that tall, strong bastard who married my mum and then took Sandra as his second wife—pounding into me, his thick meat splitting my pussy wide, balls slapping my soaked asshole while he growled how he was gonna flood his little stepdaughter’s cunt. I’d been staying here more and more since my real mum jetted off on one of her trips, leaving me in this house with Loren and Sandra, calling her “mum” too because that’s what she wanted, but every time I looked at him my pussy throbbed like a needy slut.

In the right order at roughly the right speed, the last one landing underneath the third the way it is supposed to, the way it does the thing it does. My father says: "Oh." Just that. The same syllable he produced at a kitchen counter last Wednesday when I told him I was going to ask him to walk me down the aisle. Kane, from the doorway: "Show-off." And Richie, from the sofa, quietly, to nobody: "She got it in two." *** We stay in there for another hour. I do not remember what we talk about. That is not the part I kept. What I kept is this: a room in the east wing of a penthouse I was brought to as collateral, with the door open, and four people in it, three of whom did not exist in my life

(MM) GAY ASS USED BY MY STEPFATHER 1. Nate’s POV. My life's been pretty normal, but not until my mum got married to Adrian, my stepdad seven months ago. He was in his mid-40s, and the CEO of his company. He was the kind of man that looked really mean from afar but barely harmful once you got to know him. He had thin dark long hair that always came down to cover his forehead completely when wet.