Desired By My Stepdad And His Sons Novels & Stories

"Whatever it is, Sintia disagrees Mom!" Mom still married with her choice, it was very difficult to forbid her even though almost all families did not give their blessing, but gradually they gave the blessing to the nominal value of the material that my stepfather gave to my uncle and aunt. Mom remains determined with her choice. My step-father candidate is like I said, he's kind, it's just stubborn, selfish and doesn't know any rules or manners. The house is like a terminal, messy and unkempt. They at will at will begin to feel uncomfortable at home and prefer to travel to the city or out of town even with weeks or months of leaving us.

Her words earned her a glare from me. “I’m serious, Nadia.” “Stop being serious, Mandy. What has come over you? I don’t want to date Mr. Lucas. Is it a must? I never enjoyed having stepdads and I can’t allow my son to experience the same life as me. He has a father for heaven’s sake,” I let out, pissed. “Then take him to him,” she declared. I squinted. I have never thought about that before. Go to India

Nothing was ever too much and believe me, I had years of want to make up for. I learned how to go through magazines just picking out whatever caught my eye. I ate whatever I wanted, when I wanted, with a nanny slash maid at my beck and call to fulfill my every need. But then the brat had been born. You see my stepfather had everything in the world, except for the one thing he wanted most, a son. He'd been married at the time he met and impregnated my mother. By then, he'd had three daughters with his wife, each older than dear old mom, but he wanted a son and now his wife was much too old to give him one.

My friends' influence is the reason I'm becoming a slut! I'm too old to be experiencing these feelings of desire for my stepson. Even though he's not my real son, I consider Crimson my own. He is the son of my husband, and he does not have a mother who passed away due to illness. I am the only person he has left, and I have decided to care for him. And here I am having these erotic dreams with him that haunt me every night.

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

I could tell his mind had already slithered into the gutter. The men gathering around us were the very same ones my stepfather had forced me to please in my previous life—the same men who, this time, were Phoebe's targets. But instead of fawning over her, they greeted Grandpa warmly, "Hello, Mr. Holman." Grandpa pulled me to his side. "This is my granddaughter. She will be my only heir from this day on." The very men who once demanded my servitude scrambled to bow before me, each offering a business card with obsequious smiles.

“Ace barely cared about anything his father did. They have the strangest relationship, cause despite their obvious distance from each other’s lives, you can tell they love each other very much. They just have a hard time showing it.” I smiled. “So, why haven’t I been introduced to Ace?” “He left a few minutes before you arrived. Probably went to hang out with his friends. I don’t know.” “But it’s late already. When is he coming back?” “Ace tends to spend a lot of time at his friend’s place. They’re like brothers. He might come back late in the night, or not today at all. But hopefully, you’ll see him tomorrow.” I smiled, but mostly to myself. My heart was filled with mixed feelings of joy an

I moan as his other hand palms my breast, rubbing into my nipple just the way I like it, “see? She's reactivate and needy as fuck…she'll be good for fucking…won't you baby?“ Uncle Justin asks and I nod. “She's…” “Your stepdaughter, twenty years old, horny and ripe as fuck…you'll have the best time with her, we will have the best time with her” Uncle Justin says and kisses my neck. His breath is warm against my skin and my breath grows slower, he is so good at this, he presses small kisses on my neck and I see the way my stepfather's pants tighten. “Stop advertising her like she fucking wants it” Kaden says and I meet his eyes, I see the struggles in his eyes, he wants this.

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

"Oh, great. Another lost son. I don't give a damn, Vincent. I have my own son to deal with, and this bitch is delaying me with her fucked-up emotional rants." Vincent ignored him, keeping his gaze on Stephanie. "Isn't that what you wanted, Stephanie? Family? You still have a chance. Rafael has been doing well under my care." Stephanie stared at him for a long moment, her lips parting slightly. A flicker of something-doubt or hesitation-passed through her eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. She shook her head. "You think I care?" Her grip on the gun tightened again, her resolve hardening.