My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

A man of God. “These are grave sins, Noah,” he said, his voice thick with a strange, dark emotion. “Sins of the flesh. The devil has a strong hold on you. A simple penance will not be enough. You need a more… severe form of correction.” “What… what do you mean, Father?” I asked, my heart pounding.

I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, loving the way he hissed and thrust into my fist. “Fuck, Melissa,” he groaned. I pulled him down on top of me. His mouth found my tits immediately, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I cried out, arching, spreading my legs wide for him. “Yes… Touch me… Own me.” I begged. His hand slid between my thighs and two thick fingers pushed straight into my dripping cunt. I moaned loud, bucking my hips. I couldn't imagine what I was doing with my step son. This was sacrilege.

He was your stepfather, your professor and the man who took your virginity. I shook my head trying to dismiss the thought. It was crazy. It had to be crazy. There was no way I could have done something like that I wasn't that kind of person even in my past life I doubted I'd ever do something so reckless, so forbidden. I poured myself a glass of water, leaning against the counter as I took a sip. The cool liquid did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Stepfather. Professor. Sin. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have let myself get involved with someone like him? He was twice my age. He was married to my mother, he was everything I should have stayed away from and yet here

"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?

"Shut your mouth!" The heartless father's reprimand struck like a whip. "There is only one way to repay the sin of smearing filth on your father's face and yielding to a man." "You must steal Scholar Park's soul, harbor the seed of that family, and seize the Inner Sanctum. Only then will you live, and I live." "Do you understand!" It was the cowardice of a heartless patriarch, trembling in fear that his own sins might be exposed while selling his daughter to a death ground.

This twisted, disgusting addiction to my priest stepfather’s cock was consuming me completely. But the real danger was only beginning. Next time, the entire congregation might witness just how far our sin had gone…

Cain squeezes and my stepfather turns purple. "Don't kill him!" I shout, and Cain looks down at me. "You okay, baby?" "Yeah, Daddy, I'm okay." My stepfather looks between the two of us, and Cain tosses him to the ground. He coughs and spits as he tries to catch his breath. Cain stands over him menacingly. "She's mine now. You got that?" he growls, and my stepfather crawls back against the wall. "She's packing her bag and she's never coming back. I won't keep her from her mama, but I'll keep her from a piece of shit like you."

"A luna should be selfless to her people. How are you going to achieve that if all you think about is yourself?" I didn't wait for an answer; I walked away before the conversation could dip further. There was one more person I needed to speak to; my stepfather. He answered on the second ring. "Son?" "I am going back home. We've had several unexplained incidents along the eastern border," I informed him, my shoes clicking against the marble lobby floor. His tone changed. "What kind of incidents?" When I finished relaying what Callum had told me, he was silent for several seconds. "Father?" I called.

“You’ll threaten me the same way you’ve been sneaking around behind my back? How long, Roman? How long has this been going on?” Sienna finally found her voice. “Mom—” “Don’t.” Her mother held up a hand without looking at her. “I want to hear it from him.” Roman was silent for a long moment. Then he spoke, clear and steady. “It’s been going on long enough that I’m not going to insult you by denying it.” The color drained from her mother’s face. “You’re admitting it.” “Yes.” “She’s twenty-two. You’re her stepfather.” “I know exactly what she is,” Roman said. His voice stayed calm, but there was iron underneath it. “And I know exactly what I feel for her.”

I cannot help but think that he is chiefly interested in my virginity. I probably would have let him fuck me as he pleases if he was not the Devil, if he was not my step- father. What is wrong with me? Being sexually attracted to the Devil is also as bad enough of a sin as engaging in illicit activities with him. Please say something. I was praying endlessly for him to take his desired form of action and put me out of my misery. The gravity of the moment weighed me down less than a minute in, I could not just stand there and predict terror, the need to know what he was doing was far too tempting than the fear of staring into his satanic, yet hauntingly beautiful eyes. I turned to my back and