My Stepfather Sin Novels & Stories

God—five fucking days? With all the kisses, and the touching, the sweet praises whispered into my ears—had none of that meant anything to that bastard?! Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, perhaps I had overreacted in the beginning, but I still didn’t want him getting married to my mother! That would make him my new dad, wouldn’t it? Jesus Christ! I kissed my stepfather? Fed on him even?! My vision blurred momentarily, and I realized I had tears nearly running down my face. I ran off, not caring if anybody noticed my reaction to the news.

I also lost my wolf. And now, fate had delivered his own blood to my bed. Hahahaha How would he feel... when he realized I bedded his father and became his Stepmom? My eyes lit up at the mere thought of it, and imagining him paying respect to me with that whore by his side, addressing me as their Mom, made me almost giggled. The man blinked at my sudden silence. “Are you—?” I didn’t let him finish. Without hesitation, I kissed him hard. My arms wrapped behind his neck, my mouth capturing his, and he gave me permission by wrapping his arms around my waist. I poured my revenge into it, even biting his lips like I was punishing him for his son's sins.

"And some who'll want to make sure you fit below them." "Wonderful." "All you have to do is follow my lead. You're my stepsister. You're new. You're quiet because you're adjusting, not because you're weak. There's a difference, and they need to see that difference." He drummed his fingers once on the steering wheel, a single restless beat. "Don't worship me. Don't avoid me. Don't flinch when I talk to you." That last one landed like a small stone in still water.

he rasped with a grin. Alec smirked, still burying his dick deep up my mom's ass. “How could he? Ungrateful, pretentious bitch. I fucking paid for you. Your dead daddy didn't raise you. I did. The least you can do is fuck my son. It’s about time I got to sample that tight little cunt of yours too, Betty," said my step father, his lustful gaze making my pussy clench. My mom wailed, begging, “No! Please, no. Husband. Good man. Wouldn't want this for his Betty."

I want to make her see that leaving me like that was unforgivable. That hiding this from me was a betrayal. That God, I can’t even say it out loud, I wanted to be the father, and she stole that from me. My hands ball into fists again. I pace faster, each step louder, the corridor suddenly too small, the walls pressing in, trapping me in the chaos of my own thoughts.

I sat with my friends at the corner table, picking at my food while my mind kept drifting back to Sebastian’s hard cock and the way he’d walked out of the shower like I was nothing. My thighs pressed together under the table. I was still sore from our last time, my pussy can still remember our raw dogging. The hurt from the way he walked out on me sat heavy in my chest “Guys, I need some advice,” I said quietly. “There’s this older guy. Really older guy. We hooked up once and it was… intense. But now he’s avoiding me.” My friends leaned in, eyes wide. No one knew it was my stepfather. I kept that part locked tight.

, almost at the sitting room, Good morning dad l greeted giving him a warm hug, you looking beautiful this morning,guess you had a goodnight,he said beaming with smile,l turned to my stepmom greeted her faking a smile,so daughter we all here to welcome you back home, sitting over there is your stepbrother drake and his girlfriend sophie,we locked eyes,wow l never knew l have a beautiful damsel as a stepsister,nice to meet you sister he stood up and smiled giving me a handshake,he such a pretender l smirked, hello sister nice to meet you too she said giving me a smile which felt more like a mind game, l looked away pretending l didn't notice anything she did, dad apologized for not letting me

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.

The bourbon burned as I swallowed, but it did nothing to calm the anger inside me. “What’s wrong, Evander?” “Nothing.” “Come on, man.” Scott leaned in. “We’re your crew. What’s actually eating you?” “My dad’s putting her in the company. Says she’ll work under me.” The table went quiet for exactly one second before it erupted. “Dorian Sinclair is handing a stepdaughter a seat at the table?” Andrew nearly choked on his drink. “No way. Not a chance.” “We all know your father,” Simon added, wiping his eyes. “The man doesn’t do sentiment. Ever.”

“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.”