My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

He stood slowly, walking around the desk until he was directly in front of me. “The men who went to your apartment weren’t random,” he said. “They were looking for a connection.” “And they found Sophia instead.” “Yes.” “And whose fault is that?” I asked. The question landed between us. He didn’t answer. “I’m not a liability,” I continued. “I’m not a pawn in whatever war you’re fighting.” His jaw tightened. “You think this is a game?” “I think this is your world. Not mine, I never asked to be involved in all these.”

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?

My thoughts feel all mixed up, from the intense pleasure we just shared. I know this should not be happening because he is my stepfather. In this moment the way he touches me and the dirty things he says make it impossible to think about stopping. With my mom separated from him, his mine but a quick pounding in my heart reminds me that, it will be a total war if people get to find out about us. How long can we hide our affair?

"Daddy told me that it was a sin." "What is your second important truth Chastity?" She stood up straight like when she was quoting scripture for her father in church and repeated. "Daddy is a false preacher he isn't a man of God but a filthy sinner who wants to rape his own daughter. I don't have to obey him anymore."

Not even a flicker of memory. “I suppose I should thank you, then,” I said, setting down my glass. “If it weren’t for your stepson’s treachery, I might still be worshiping at the altar of a false god.” Alaric tilted his head slightly. “Is that why you’re here? To unmake him?” I let the question hang. Let him taste the weight of it. “I haven’t decided yet,” I said finally. “I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.”

This was worse than murder, worse than theft, worse than any sin ever written in any book. I was a stepfather. She was my stepdaughter. She was the fruit of my wife’s womb. And here I was, using her mouth like a cum rag, ruining her soul and mine forever. And it felt like the only thing I was ever meant to do. "Look at this," I whispered, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to look her in the eyes while the thick head of my cock still rested heavy on her tongue. "Look at what we are, baby. Look how damned we are."

Arthur said, his voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register that made the air in the room feel freezing. "And he does his job. Unlike you, who spends his days playing CEO in a suit he hasn't earned. Don't speak about your brother when you're sitting at my table." Leo’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. He looked away, staring down at his plate, his chest rising and falling with heavy, angry breaths. The silence that followed was suffocating. I sat there, trapped between a step-father who was slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, and a step-brother who was looking at me like he wanted to burn the house down.

God… how can a man look like that this early in the morning? The sunlight hit him just right, catching on the sharp lines of his face, the dark fall of his hair, the relaxed confidence in the way he stood. One hand rested casually in his pocket, the other loosely holding his keys. Effortless. Dangerously effortless. Snap out of it, Elara. This is your stepfather. I forced myself to walk forward, each step measured, controlled, like my heart wasn’t doing something completely embarrassing inside my chest. “Uhm… you know, I can actually—”

I asked boldly, without batting a single eyelash. The poor father shook hard, as if my forbidden words utterly repulsed him. “If I do any more than this, then I have truly sinned.” So letting me violently suck your big dick clean was apparently not considered sinning by your holy standards? Interesting. Was I mad at his silly excuse? Not really. The thrilling idea that the father had completely shifted what counts as a sin just to accommodate my wild body was stimulating enough for me. He had already crossed that sacred line once tonight. He would definitely do it again.