My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

I sat in my chair, pants open, and wrapped my hand around my thick cock before I could talk myself out of it. “Fuck,” I groaned, stroking slowly at first. The memories hit hard. Charlotte’s tight virgin pussy clenching around me while Stacy slept next door. The way she squirted when I choked her with that stolen collar. Her soft cries of “Daddy” as I filled her with cum. My hand moved faster, slick with precum. I imagined bending her over the desk right now, spanking that soft ass red while I pounded her deep. Then I realized myself. What the hell was I doing? She was my stepdaughter. Stacy’s daughter. I was supposed to be a father to her not enable her forbidden desires.

"She's... she has got it all wrong, Daddy." Bruce closed the distance between us in a single, predatory stride. He lowered himself down until our faces were inches apart, staring directly into my panicked eyes. "Do you like my son, Katherine?" "Katherine? I'm Katherine now?!" I yelled, the sudden use of my real name stinging more than a slap. "Answer me!" he barked. "What does it matter, Dad?!" I screamed back, tears welling in my eyes. "You're my stepfather! You are marrying my mom!"

"And you think you're some kind of saint because Daddy handed you a company?" I knew that had struck a nerve because his jaw tightened. "At least I didn't spend years wasting my life on drugs and alcohol." The room went dead. There it was. The old wound. The one he knew exactly where to press. I slowly rose from my chair, balling my fists. "Say that again." My father immediately stood. "Ethan, sit down!" I ignored him. Damian wasn't finished. "Or what? You're going to beat me up again? Such a bitch!"

I didn't know fantasizing about my stepfather would get me caught by him someday until the day he walked in on me doing……..

"There is a reason your mother gave you that name." "Why?" He looked toward Nick. "Because she wanted you to carry it." I laughed nervously. "This doesn't make sense." Nick walked toward me. I immediately raised my hand. "Don't." He stopped. "You've lied to me enough." "I know." "You told me you were my stepfather." "I know." "You let me believe my mother was dead." "I know." "You knew my real name and never told me." His eyes dropped. "Yes." I felt tears burning my eyes.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

"What would your pretty little meal ticket think seeing you like this?" With superhuman restraint I released his throat, fisting my hands behind my back to resist tearing his lying face off. "She knows exactly what I am," I ground out. "And has accepted it, darkness and all." My voice dropped to a lethal hiss. "But clearly the same cannot be said for you. What drives a man to brutalize helpless women and children so?" The stepfather's arrogant sneer didn't waver. "Someone had to take that girl in hand. Her no-good father coddled her too much before the cancer took him. All that art and music nonsense, filling her head with useless dreams instead of respecting her elders."

In Shah's voice, there was deep pain. "Papa, you were always my ideal father. I can't even say that you haven't committed a sin but I can say that you have spent your whole life in a shell of fear. Papa, all this grief, pain, regret, fear, depression….can all these compensate for the destructive life of that innocent woman?" "S….S…. Saad I…. I have committed a grave sin. I'm very guilty…. very very much." His father was crying, holding Saad both hands. Sensing his pain, Saad's tears also shed from his eyes.

Kahit nga minsan nasa harapan or tabi lang namin si Mama, nakakagawa parin ito ng kalibugan At kabulastugan. "Stop doing this Dad. Stepdad kita at stepson mo ako, hindi tama ito," pahayag kong hinanakit dito dahil stress na ako. Ito na lamang Ang palagi kong sinasabi sa kanya sa twing magkasama kaming dalWa lang dahil kung anu-anong kababuyan ang lumalabas sa bibig nito.

Some of the Alphas walked up to me, touching me and having a sensual feeling of what they were to pay for. My body was nothing to them, just a piece of living matter they could infest with their sadistic intents. I prayed that this day would not come, that there was nothing like that. Even if my stepfather was the one who haunted our family, killed my father, haunted my mother, and made my life miserable, he was still the one to be on the innocent side.