My Stepfather Sin Novels & Stories

he hit me with one last strike, trying to gaslight me. “You just said a few minutes ago that she isn’t your stepdaughter and not my stepsister,” I laughed, which made my father close his eyes and grunt out loud. “Anyway, so I’m expecting you’re all leaving, then?” I noticed Sumi holding Volkov’s hand, while Sabrina and Normani suddenly looked drained of energy. It was crazy that they wanted their own blood’s downfall so badly. Arguments between siblings or stepsiblings happen, but she grew up with them. How come none of them carried an ounce of sympathy for her?

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

“We miss him so much.” Hades nodded. “I’m here if you need anything.” He turned around and walked off. It was my stepfather’s funeral, and he couldn’t put aside his differences to say a damn word to me, to extend any sympathy whatsoever. What I did to him was so terrible that he didn’t think I even deserved that. Biggest asshole on the planet. I left my apartment and moved back in with my mother.

A maid takes our bags before I can even protest. My mom squeezes my hand. “Sage, sweetheart, try to smile. Warren is trying his best to make us feel welcome here, it's our home now.” Right. Warren Wolfe. My new stepfather. A billionaire, a widower, a man who probably has a personal assistant just to schedule his breaths. I force a smile as he walks down the marble staircase, all polished shoes and warm, practiced charm. “There you are,” Warren says with a smile on his face “Welcome home, Sage.”

He cursed under his breath. God, I wanted to moan out loud. I wanted to tell him to fuck me harder the way he did this morning, but I couldn't, our parents were next to us. Forgive me, Father Lord. This is called sin between the step-siblings. The episode ended. Another one started. Dad was half-asleep. Mom was also scrolling on her phone. Jax continued to fuck slowly under the blanket. I could feel his cock grow inside me, as he reached his limit. His head rested on me as he came inside me. He stayed still inside me.

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."

“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.”

His large open palm came down sharply against the bare skin of my ass in a series of stinging slaps, the sharp pain instantly blooming into a heavy, throbbing heat that pushed my body closer and closer to the breaking point. "That foolish boy has absolutely no idea that I am fucking my own stepdaughter raw every single night while he is sitting in his room jerking off to fantasies of you," Stephen rasped out, his voice thick and gravelly with pure, possessive rage. "He has no idea that you scream for your stepfather’s cock until you are completely breathless."

I have always known that I was hated. I have always known that my stepmother had the final says in the house. But this This was entirely different. I stood there, hands clenched at my side as my father, stepmother and sister looked at me like I was trash. Like I was nothing. Like they weren't talking about my life. Like it meant nothing. "You should be grateful to us," my father's voice said, "You are marrying into the Sinclair family, the richest mafia family in the West Coast."