My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

My step-dad After a good time of sleep I always wake up in the arms of Christ. I catch him looking at me Me: why are you looking at me? Christ: nothing you're just beautiful Me: Hmm I said nothing and I smile, without realizing it, he puts his lips on mine. His soft lips, he caresses my body with sensuality, he is very precise in his gestures. I moan all alone Christ: sorry, I .. Me: hush continue

"What should I say? What should I do? You are far too powerful; only a fool would attack you after what has happened tonight. "However, I must say that it's quite unfortunate that you're doing this to us solely because of my father's sin. Did we sin being his kids? My sexual escapades with my father's wife and my dear sisters have been and continue to be my only sin throughout my life. But now I'm paying for another's. I've never looked for anyone's trouble. I'm always on my own and don't act to be all-powerful.

“What do you mean?” “Your mother is beautiful and many men will like to be together with her. Once she agreed to be together with another man, you will have a stepfather. Once you already have a stepfather, soon your mother will gave birth to another child, a child of her and the other man. Since, its their child, they will surely love them and then, you will be left out. Would you like that?” “No” Adrian furiously shaking his head as if what his father said was a big sin and should not have been uttered.

WARNING: The chapter that you're about to read contains content that you may find unpleasant or troubling. Please read with care. Haughty eyes and a proud heart—the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin. Hubris― He could still remember how his father once taught him about the cardinal sins and how humanity struggled—and fell. His father taught him of sacrificing one’s self and serving a purpose, of redemption and salvation. As his father had said before, redemption is only the first step to salvation and that this is the process of renewing and freeing people from their servitude to sin by acquiring back their liberty from it at a cost.

At that time, Peter went outside the room and he gave me a wondering face. "What is going on here?" he asked. My mom looked at him. "Stella wants me to forget everything about her father's sin. I told her that is impossible to happen!" My stepfather sat beside my mom and held her hand. "Maybe I was not there when you were suffering alone so it's easier for me to say anything I want. However, I also want to inform you that we should let go of our past life. Let's say that he is the most evil person in your life, but who is truly suffering here? Who is keeping that guilt? Is it you or him?"

“Don’t remind me. I never should have done…what I did. It was wrong. I succumbed to my base instincts. I didn’t think about…you.” “About me…” My heart sinks. “So it was just your deep, dark, male desires that you were acting on?” I sigh a heavy sigh and let my hand fall like a dead leaf in autumn. “This is inappropriate,” he says. “You are my stepdaughter and I am your stepfather—” “Step,” I remind him. “I’m more than twice your age. I’m a gangster—” Damon’s eyes flicker to me briefly then return to the wall. I can see the fight within him.

The smile on her face vanished, and then she said: “If I am evil, what are you? You hated your own sister because she didn’t want to marry an heir? Tell me. Have you ever thought about what your sister’s life would have been if she had married as a betrothed? Did you think Merikh would have loved her this way if she were raised as his betrothed? All you thought of was why she didn’t marry to save your father and mother. Before you think of calling me evil, you should ask your dead parents why they borrowed money they couldn’t pay. Then ask your fucking self if you were human for hating on her. Only then can you justly call me evil.” Her words landed like knives, each sentence a blade carving

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

“Adrian, be reasonable. You need an heir. You can’t want to raise the children of another man. For God’s sake, those kids might be the result of incest. It’s sin.” “Sin,” I repeated, chuckling bitterly. “I beat a man to death with my bare hands today. I skinned and burned a biker today to get information. I’ve killed more men than I can remember. We sell drugs and weapons. We blackmail and torture. How can a child be a sin?” Father lowered his arm. “Let’s postpone this discussion to another day.”