Fat Ass Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”

I walked to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek before I sat on my spot at the dining table. "I'm afraid you'd die first than I am if you don't change your lifestyle. Look at you, honey. Aren't you scared of all those excess fats?" Ah, I knew it. If it weren't the endless topic about my getting a husband soon, it was the more endless reminder of me losing weight. "Grandpa, I'm healthier than you think." I rolled my eyes and extended my hand to get a serving of the steak on the table. "Later, Angelina," Grandpa swatted my hand away. "I asked you to come because I have good news for you." My old man's eyes twinkled and I felt bad all of a sudden.

Vanessa gasped, her jaw dropping. Alaric slowly pulled away from me, turning his cold, dismissive gaze toward his stepson and the merchant's daughter. "Are you finished making noise in my house?" Alaric asked, his voice deadpan and icy. "Alaric, she is a fraud!" Devon shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. "We just froze her family's assets! She has no status, no money—" "I don't care about her family's accounts," Alaric interrupted smoothly, reaching over to take a sip from my coffee cup.

When I was fifteen, my father brought home the daughter of the man who had once saved his life. He told me, "Stella, Hazel is your sister now. You need to be more understanding with her." From that day on, everything I had became something my father could freely give to Hazel. I cried and asked him if he no longer loved me. But he stroked my head and reassured me, "I am only doing this to repay a debt. Don't worry. I'll leave all my assets and the company to you." It was not until I graduated from college that I happened to overhear Hazel sweet-talking my father. "Dad, I like Julian. Could you get Stella to break off her engagement with him and let me have him? "Besides, Stella didn't

he continued, his voice lifting slightly, "I heard something interesting. You have a stepdaughter now. Alexandra Chen, is it?. Twenty-six years old. Pretty girl. Very pretty. I'd say she's even my type." My hand tightened around the phone. "And you know what else I heard?" he asked, his voice dropping lower to a taunting level. "I heard some very interesting things about the kind of relationship you have with this stepdaughter of yours. Some very interesting rumors." The bastard laughed again, that same stupid laugh. "Tell me, Dean," he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. "Is it true? Do you fuck your dead wife's daughter? Or are you still pretending to be the noble stepfather?"

"We are going to buy suits. I can't let my step son disgrace me in public looking like a fucking, cunt." I majestically turned around, leaning my hips back against my table, my heart drumming a frantic jagged rhythm against my ribs. I felt a surge of reckless power. "Why, daddy? Is it too much for you to handle? Does it make it hard for you to play daddy role?" I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "You say you hate feminine boys. You call me a freak and worse. But you can't seem to get your hands off me, can you? I felt your hunger. Your burning desire for me."

LANA When we entered, he stopped smoking and turned his gaze toward us. My stepfather pulled my arm to keep me from staring at him and bowed respectfully. "Boss Biggy, this is my daughter I was telling you about. Isn’t she pretty?" Before he could finish his question, the overweight man, whom he called Boss Biggy, had already fixed his lewd gaze on me. His eyes were filled with lust, and I could see drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.

Bethany turned around and was cradling something in a blue Tupperware bowl with her backpack slung over one shoulder as she slowly made her escape to her bedroom for the evening. “Oh yeah I’m just beat, I thought I’d take some supper up to my room and call it a night” she said in a southern backwoods drawl that had for the longest time been unnerving to the high school English teacher in me. I eventually had to force myself to stop trying to change my step-daughter. Maybe that was my problem and the reason my biological daughter, Stephanie was not here now. “Oh FYI, Stephanie hollered at me and said she’s shacking up with Lane the Stain tonight. I told her you’d be fit to be tied but she sai

“Daddy… people keep glancing over here.” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of the tiny lace panties I’d thrown on just to mess with him later. “Let ’em look, baby girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine over his glass. “Let them stare at my pregnant stepdaughter all dolled up with a collar on. Let them wonder why she’s sitting so close to a guy old enough to be her dad.” The words hit me exactly like they always did straight between my legs. My nipples went tight under the dress. The bump made the whole thing feel even more twisted in the best possible way.

"Not you." "Let me go." His fingers tightened fractionally before releasing me. "What were you doing with them?" "Talking. Not that it's any of your business." "Not my business?" He moved closer, and suddenly I was backed against the bookshelf again, but this time it was Victor caging me in. "Everything about you is my business, Ariana. You live in my house. You're my responsibility." "I'm your stepdaughter. That's all." Something dark flickered in his green eyes. "Is it?"