Daughter Stories Sex Novels & Stories

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

Anger, pure anger was written all over her face. "I'm not a slut, neither do I look like some possession from an Harem. I know my worth and I have my reasons for agreeing to have sex with you for two nights. I've endured the first night, but for tonight I won't be able to endure, a doggy style! Really? Do I really look like a sex object to you?" She barked out angrily. "I'm kind of shocked you know what an Harem is, have you ever been to one? No, I doubt that, but how do you know about Harems." I asked, raising my eyebrows up.

No one knew the anonymous packages were already on their way. The packages arrived at noon. One for each guest. They opened the boxes, confused, and found them stuffed with photos and documents. The photos told a chilling story. Ten-year-old Sera pushing her sister into a pool and standing on the edge watching her struggle. Another set of photos showed Sera's real life over the years. Nightclubs. Alcohol. A man she supported in secret. She was not doing business in Europe. She was throwing money away.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

“Bending you over my desk, fucking you until you scream my name. My wife’s daughter. My forbidden little stepdaughter.” The dirty confession made my pussy clench hard. I reached down and palmed his cock through his pants, stroking the massive length. “Then do it. Right here. Fuck your stepdaughter’s tight pussy.” He groaned and yanked my bikini top down, exposing my heavy tits. His mouth descended, sucking one nipple deep while his hand squeezed the other. I moaned, arching into him, my hand working his zipper open. His cock sprang free, huge and veined, the head already slick. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly as he devoured my breasts.

I lurched forward and spat a thick mouthful of black-purple blood all over his face and shirt. The smell of iron hit the room at once. Kane froze, eyes wide, then stumbled back with a shout and crashed to the floor. My mother shoved past Leon and caught me before I slid sideways. “Doctor!” she shouted. “Now!” Then she turned on Kane. “Drag him out,” she said. “Break his legs.” Guards flooded the room before my father could stop them. They hauled Kane down as he thrashed and shouted. “Dad! Leon!” My father took a step forward, furious. “Veronica—”

Only then did Kelvin notice Jillian. There was a nerve pulsing on her forehead, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her entire body was trembling violently like a leaf being buffeted by the wind. "Who is that woman, Daddy? Why are you holding her hand? Tell me that she's just your friend. Hurry and tell me that she's not my new mother. I don't have a mother anymore since Sienna left. It's only supposed to be you and me from now on…" No matter how fiercely Jillian tried to deny the truth, Kelvin's mistress, Maisie Ferrera, continued to cling to his arm affectionately. "Is this your daughter, honey?" she asked coquettishly. "She's so pretty. She looks just like you."

David dragged one thick finger through my folds, spreading me open. “Look how pink she is. Soaked for her Daddy and brother.” He pushed that finger inside me slowly. I was so wet it slid in to the knuckle with no resistance. He added a second, scissoring, stretching me while Ryan watched, stroking his cock lazily. “Please—” I begged, hips already rolling. “Please what?” David growled, curling his fingers hard against my G-spot. “Please stuff this greedy little stepdaughter cunt?” “Yes—fuck—please!”

"When I was a kid, Dad used to sing 'Daughters' to help me fall asleep. He never got to see him live. So I'm doing it for him." I stuck a few sparkly stickers on my face and slid Dad's photo into my pocket. Then I turned to Elayne, who was totally struggling to copy the look. "Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" The scene shifted to the concert venue—chill and glowing under soft lights. I held Tia's hand in one and a glow stick in the other, swaying to the music, singing like the world wasn't falling apart. The camera rolled, and for once, I didn't look like a cancer patient. Just a girl, lost in the music.

But even that wasn't the worst of it. Shortly after arriving at the school, late one night, I woke to the sensation of hands groping me. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of greedy, lustful eyes staring back. I screamed, but he clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries. I struggled with all my strength, desperate to get away. I saw my roommates open their eyes, watching everything unfold. But none of them did anything to stop it. - From that night on, I never slept soundly again.