Me And My Stepmom の小説・ストーリー

He assures me. I looked up at him and smiled. As he cleaned the tears of my face I say, “no worries, I have a feeling we are going to be great friends.” He leans back to get a closer look at me and says, “good, I expected nothing less from my stepmom.” I snickered, “Your stepmom?” “Your mommy dearest.” We both laughed, for what felt like ages, and it definitely felt better. ALESSIA’S POV

I don't know them and it's making me even more miserable. "What does it feel to marry a man for money? You're always calling me a gold digger but it turns out you're also one." That was what my evil and pretentious stepmom said when she heard that I had an agreement with a man twice my age for money to save my mom's company. The situation is making me want to hurt everyone around me. I want to pull my stepmom's hair until she's completely bald and throw her out of my father's house ruthlessly.

She bristles at the dismissal before swallowing thickly, her eyes glued to the blades just a hairbreadth away from my fingers. “Well, we need to start planning an engagement party, and I won’t take no for an answer,” my stepmom huffs, crossing her arms like a petulant child. I almost choke on the laughter that bubbles up in my throat. The entire scene is absolutely ridiculous. This woman, who apparently now wants me to view her in a step-mother role after so many years, is acting more like a child than even her eight-year-old daughter. “Listen,your position here is holding on by a thread. The only thing holding me back from kicking you to the curb is my father’s last wishes … and maybe Ria.”

I found them sprawled on the sofa, laughing as if the world was theirs. The woman was draped over him, her lipstick smeared across his mouth, her heels digging into the couch cushions. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I snapped, as soon as I got down the stairs. They both turned to look at me like I was an annoying bug. "Who I am doesn’t concern you," the woman said with a cruel smile. "But since you asked... I'm your stepmom,” she paused, exchanging glances with my stepfather. Her words hit me harder than any slap.

“Delete it and block the number. I’ll handle this.” “Handle it how?” I snapped, voice cracking like the anxious teenager I apparently still was. “We can’t just ignore this. What if they send it to your dad? Or post it somewhere? My mom would lose her mind. ‘Oh honey, you’re screwing your stepbrother?’”

He was a man in his prime, possessive and powerful, and I was starving for a touch that wasn't polite or familial. Ever since I broke up with my ex. I have been so sex deprived and in need of someone who could quench my hunger.The guilt of betraying my mother flickered in my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer, visceral need that had plagued me since my breakup. I stood up, intending to clean myself, when a sound pierced the silence. A groan. Deep, guttural, and unmistakably masculine. My room shared a wall with my parents' suite. Maybe the sound was coming from there but my mother was gone for the weekend, having headed to her best friend's house for a sleepover, and my stepbr

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.

I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice. By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down. My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank more than I should have champagne,wine, then something stronger that burned going down.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?