My Hot Step Dad Novels & Stories

Your stepdaughter is fucking H-O-T. It’s true. I’d be doing the same in their shoes, but fortunately, I’m not in their shoes. I’m the fucking CEO of this place and there’s no way a band of Young Turks is going to move in and snatch the curvy girl from my grasp. Not if I have anything to do with it. But now, Minnie’s talking again, and I force myself to focus on her words as those luscious lips move.

"Busy doing what? Why haven't I seen you around? Mom mentioned something about a wedding, but I didn't think it was this." My stomach dropped. Mom had told him? They were still in touch? I had assumed they were out of my life now that Rufus was in the picture. "We... we're all good. It's just been a lot." "Just a lot?" Jake pressed. "You look like you're in love. Or terrified. Which one is it?" I didn't know what to say. How could I explain to him that I was in love with my stepfather? How could I explain that I was addicted to the way he looked at me? The way he controlled me?

“And yes.” Confusion crossed her face immediately. “I visited my mother and sister,” I explained. “And handled some things over there.” That part was true. What I left out was the most important detail of all, that the man who destroyed her life was my stepbrother. I still couldn’t tell her who I really was. Not after the change of plans. Everything had become far more complicated than I originally intended, and one mistake now could ruin everything I had worked toward for years. Nothing could go wrong, not when I was this close.

It couldn’t be. Then he stepped inside. I recognized that face instantly… the sharp jaw, the dark hair with a touch of gray, those intense eyes that had watched me bounce on a dildo and fuck my own ass yesterday. HotFantasy88. The man I’d moaned for, the one who’d paid me thousands to get nasty on camera… was standing in my house. HotFantasy88 was my dad’s new boss. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My face felt hot, my stomach twisting into knots while a shameful throb started between my legs.

Even asleep he looked commanding. My stepfather Sebastian. The man Mom married to give me fatherly love for after Dad’s painful death. The one who was supposed to be my daddy. Well, he is giving me fatherly love but in another way. If you know what I mean. I crawled onto the big bed like a shadow, my curvy body pressing against his warm back. My hard nipples dragged across his skin as I draped myself over him. Slowly, I slid one leg over his thigh, letting my soaked pussy grind against the hard muscle there. The friction made me bite my lip to stay quiet. I was dripping, my juices coating his skin as I rocked gently.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

“Oh, Daddy I know it’s exactly what I think it is.” She leaned in a bit closer and he caught a whiff of her perfume, it was like a mix of wood and flowers, something intoxicating and seductive in a way. Then she said, “It's about time you know that I’ve seen the history on the computer, Lex. You're not really good at covering your tracks or maybe you wanted me to find out. Hmm….I can remember Stepfather fucks stepdaughter raw, 19 year old spreads pussy for daddy, hardcore daddy-daughter sex, oh, what else? Can you help me remember the rest?”

My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Reid. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.

“I can bike there. I’m old enough to look after myself. Stop treating me like a kid.” The fact was Aiden was the only person in our family who pampered me and treated me like a kid. My mom, Sana Ono, had never spoiled me when she was alive. Reo, who was four years older than me, and our three other stepbrothers, Noah, Mason, and Isaac, didn’t either. They treated me like any normal brother would—close, but not too close. Although I seemed to remember Stepdad had been a little bit like Aiden—overly fond of me and doting on me. Aiden chuckled. “See? Old habits die hard,” he said before closing the door.

My step-dad Ashley I am so angry with myself and my mom. I wanted her to be happy but I think I created my own grave. I will see her at her office She didn't want to receive me, I forced and she accepted Mom: Ashley I work Me: mom why are you doing this? I am your daughter Mom: and me your mother, you have the right to respect my privacy Me: what private life? That boy you married to is a bastard. What do you think?