My Stepdad And His Friends Novels & Stories

Food was still in there, but it wasn’t like I was eating in the first place. I looked up and saw Mr. Stranger—or let’s drop that and call him step-uncle—wearing his coat. They were ready to leave. I stood from the table. “We are leaving,” Mom said. I turned my gaze toward her. “OK, have fun,” I said, hugging her. “Of course I will. It's my wedding night,” Mom whispered in my ear. I shook my head, pulling back. Only me, my mom, and my stepdad—along with his brother—were left at the table.

“Uncle Marcus, Grandpa Leon, and your step-cousin Tyler. They’ve all seen the secret clips I took of us. They want you.” The thought should have shocked me. Instead, my pussy clenched around his fingers. Four men. All mine in this twisted, taboo way. Stepdad, step-uncle, step-grandpa, and step-cousin. All hungry for me. That weekend, Mom left for a girls’ trip. The house became our private studio. They arrived together Friday night. Uncle Marcus — Ryan’s younger brother — was tall and ripped, with a cocky grin and a thick bulge already visible in his jeans.

“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.”

I said, the microphone catching the tremor in my voice, amplification making it bounce off the high cedar ceilings. "Ms. Vale, we’ve spent the last two days establishing the financial and digital structure of Reed Global under Marcus Reed’s direct management," Harris began, her tone gentle but steady. "But today, I want to talk about the human cost of that structure. Can you describe your relationship with the defendant?" "He was my stepfather," I said, my hands tightening on the wooden rail of the stand until my fingers standardly throbbed. "But he didn't treat me like a daughter. He treated me like a brand."

Shit… we were definitely done for. ................................................................................................................................... “Bea, get up! You always wake up late. You’re going to be eighteen in the next few days, and yet you still have me waking you up like you’re a toddler. You won’t have me forever, and God knows what will happen when I’m gone.” I groaned as my mom ranted. “Calm down, Kate. Isn’t it too early for this?” my stepdad said, giving her a kiss. “You don’t always have to yell at her, you know. She’s the best daughter you could ever ask for,” he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, B.”

At school, I told my friends about my dad's obsession with this new family addition, and they all had one or two things to say about it. "Anything step family is a no no for me. My neighbor had a step husband who ran away with all her money," Sonia shared, tsking and swaying her head. "I heard of a lady who's a stepmom to a little girl of ten years old. That monster of a woman had a kid of her own and made sure all the love and attention came to her child," Judy added. But one of the trio groaned over this, finding it nuts. "You guys are being dramatic. Just because it happened to others doesn't mean Tara's case would be the same," Stella said, believing the others were exaggerating.

Lush’s POV I sat at the long dinner table in my stepdad's big house. The party was full of rich people laughing and clinking glasses. But my eyes kept going to him. Alexander Voss. My stepdad's best friend. He was a billionaire who ran huge companies. He had this bossy way about him that made my body react. His jaw was strong, his eyes blue and sharp. He yelled at the waiters to hurry up, and it made me think of him holding me down, telling me what to do.

I asked softly while looking around at the beautiful deck. Richard laughed and put his arm around my shoulders. “Of course it is okay. You are family. These are just my close friends. They will love having you here. Let me introduce you.” He led me inside where several older men sat in the elegant lounge area. They all looked powerful in their casual but expensive clothes. There were five of them, all in their forties or fifties with strong builds and sharp eyes. “This is my stepdaughter Ava,” Richard announced proudly. “She is home from college for the summer. Ava, meet my good friends. This is Michael, David, James, Robert, and Thomas. They are all successful businessmen like me.”

"Ohhh, so you got another hot dude you're fucking and you never told me? Who is he? Is he sexy? Does he have a huge dick? How many inches was it?" I pressed my lips together in frustration. How the hell was I supposed to tell my best friend I was fucking my stepdad???? "I just met him in a club and we decided to be fuck mates." "Okay, whatever! But you will come for this party next week Thursday." "What the fuck! Thursday is Mr Benjamin's test in case you've forgotten miss, so I'm not going. As you can see I have to study." "You worry too much babe, as I said, you would come, and again Mr Benjamin is under my little finger. He won't fail us even though we miss his test."

Quentin scowls, he always gets like this when anyone mentions San, yet he continues to play around. “Okay, let’s beat up Q another day; today is all about Zayne and Maija.” He pulls out four flask and hands one to each of us. “To finding the one even if she’s your stepsister. “We laugh as we clink the irons together and take a drink. As we talk merrily, a knock on the door from dad letting us know that it’s about to start. My friends head out as my father joins me. He straightens my bow tie and pats my shoulder. "Are you ready?"