Desired By My Stepdad And His Sons Novels & Stories

But no, he plays the family man now. I slammed my bedroom door, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows like mocking stars. My fucking bathrobe slipped off one shoulder as I sighed, annoyed about him trying to play father figure even though he had fucked me senselessly before. That image wouldn't fade—Daniel's bulge straining, thick and insistent. My pussy clenched at the memory. Messy? Yeah, beyond fucked up. Stepdad fantasies aren't for the faint-hearted. But I was soaked already, nipples tight against my tank top.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

This was so fucked up he is my stepdad,my mom’s husband but my body didn’t care,it wanted and craved for him. Craved his hands, his mouth, his cock stretching me open and making me call him Daddy while he filled me up with his cum. I didn’t know how I was going to survive living in the same house as him. But God… I wasn’t sure I wanted to

The almost smile. "I can work with that," he says. I told him my father likes piano. He almost smiled, that rare almost smile, and said he could work with that. I sat in his study with my feet on his desk and thought: they're going to be all right. All of us are. It's taken thirty-two years and I did not expect it and here we are.

He chimed in and ended the call . I held my phone with a tightened grip before placing it down on the desk. A wave of frustration clouded my chest. I hate family dinners. It never boded well. Seeing the face of my step mom and step brother makes me want to puke . But I have to attend to please Dad. Ever since they came into my life , it has always been a competition to please Dad . My stepmom always does this pretentious act in front of my Dad that she loved both sons equally . If only Dad could see the truth.

I ask, heart racing a little faster. “Because Dad is like really old and you are young.” Grant says. I start laughing. “Your dad is not that old.” “Yeah. I am not that old son.” Gavin says, sounding offended. Grant makes a funny face. “You are pretty old dad.” I laugh harder. “So, if your dad wasn’t old. You would want me and him to date?” Grant nods his head, with a big smile. “Yeah. I like you Naudia, you are nice. Most women are really mean and I don’t want some mean old lady as a step mom.”

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

My stepfather. He looks like he was carved out of something harder than the rest of us. Broad shoulders that strain every shirt he owns. Forearms that flex when he pours coffee. A jaw that could cut glass and a mouth that rarely smiles unless he’s looking at my mother. He is the last man I should be thinking about when I slide my hand between my legs at night. He is also the only man I think about. His sons are worse.

“Aria, hurry. Your stepdad is at home. We’re having breakfast together.” The words stopped me cold. Your stepdad is at home. I had known this moment was coming. Victoria had told me yesterday that he would be here, that I would finally meet the man who had been sending money and existing only as a name. I had prepared myself for a polite stranger, an older businessman, someone distant and formal. I had not prepared myself for the possibility that the universe could be this cruel. I forced my feet to move.

Daniel said after thinking and David frowned. “What happened?” he asked. He thought maybe he was facing some problem, but he didn’t expect his answer will be like this. “Mom is bringing stepdad for me. I don’t want a stepdad.” Daniel was looking too pitiful with his aggrieved look. “Who said you that?” David asked confused. “Mom will marry uncle Jonathan, they said if your mom marries someone other than your dad, he will be my stepdad. Stepdad is bad.” Daniel said and David sighed.