Crazy Stepdad Novels & Stories

Besides, I was chasing guys, and my parents were OK about that, provided my grade average remained high. Then the bombshell hit in the middle of my senior college year. My mum upped and left suddenly, only three weeks past my wonderful eighteenth birthday. But the bigger shock was when dad’s new partner moved in almost immediately. And nothing prepared me for the situation of confronting my step-dad being GAY. His partner was a business colleague. And it turned out he had been married for like twelve years. Well, talk about uncomfortable. I even started questioning my sexual orientation when it turned out mum was living with another woman. Talk about matures coming out. But I was by then cat

“The paternity test confirmed I was his son but the treatment never changed. “ “Even with the results confirming him as a Witts, the elders of the family still looked down on him and his cousins bullied him.” “It doesn't matter, I don't need them.” “After all, I made an entire business empire without their help or network of assets.” “That you did, my friend. But you'll probably have to stop thinking too much about Ashley.” “What about Ashley?” “You're emotionally attached to her. Everyone notices you care too much for your stepdaughter.” “You're not catching feelings for her, are you?” “I don't know what you mean. I think you're all misinterpreting my actions, I'm only trying to be a respon

The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal. “Your stepdad’s in Chicago, right?” she’d asked, eyebrows lifting. “Yeah. Corporate takeover or whatever rich-people villain shit he does.” “And your mom?” “Charity gala all weekend.” She stared at me for a long second. Then she grinned. “So the house is empty.” That was it.

I had said that out loud and i meant it. I ran a hand over my face, disgusted with myself. He was nineteen and he was my stepson. He was young and confused and acting out, and I was the adult. I was supposed to stop him, i was supposed to push him away. Instead, I'd gripped his hair and let him take me apart. But it wasn't just the physical act that terrified me. It was the way he had looked at me after. There was no guilt in his eyes, only satisfaction.

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

Then they carried me to the soft rug in the middle of the office and stripped me completely naked. Mr. Reynolds went first, slamming his thick cock into my pussy while Stepdad fed me his massive dick. They took turns fucking my holes, then switched — Stepdad destroying my cunt from behind while Mr. Reynolds used my mouth. But they wanted more. Stepdad laid down on the rug on his back, his huge cock standing straight up. I was made to straddle him and sink down, taking every inch of my stepdad’s cock into my pussy. I moaned loudly as he filled me.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

I snapped, turning to Raegan. “Are you crazy?!” Rhea hissed. “Yes! I am losing my mind! But I'll go even crazier if I marry this man! Your attitude is atrocious—you're a minion of Satan!” Everyone gasped at what I said. “Hah! Aren't you brave! Your family needs me. What will your parents say when they find out about this?” I glanced over toward Dad and Mom, who were already making their way to our spot. “I’m sorry, Dad. I can’t do this. I can’t marry him.”

My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Reid. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.