My Stepfathers 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 hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately. And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.

he said, rubbing his cheek, “you’re starting to fit into the role you were meant for. Step mother.” The words hit me like a physical blow. My fingers trembled, my body heated with rage, but there was also a cold, hard realization settling over me. He had seen me as nothing but a piece in this twisted game all along, a pawn to be molded into a role that suited his world, his family. Step mother. Just a title, a position, a label to remind me of my place.

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?

But knowing it and living it are two different things. He never wanted me. Not the way a father wants a daughter. He wanted an heir. A son. A male to carry his name. His pack. His legacy. And my mother, God rest her soul, could only give him one child. Me. A girl. And that was it. That was my sin. I was born wrong. I was the wrong gender. The wrong sex. The wrong everything. And he never forgave me for it. After my mother died, my life became a living nightmare.

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For several long minutes, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they refused to say. Finally, Damien exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “We’re going to get caught one day,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “And when that happens, my father won’t just kill you. He’ll make sure we both suffer in ways you can’t even imagine.”

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."

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”

He added a third finger, stretching me wide, curling them against that spot inside me over and over. “Look at how you’re taking Daddy’s fingers,” he growled, pumping faster. “Greedy little pussy sucking them in. You love this, don’t you?” “Yes…yes I love it, please don’t stop!” I moaned, tears pricking my eyes from how good it felt. Why had I never been like this with my ex? I used to lie there silent and unsure. Now I was grinding on my stepdad’s face like a bitch in heat, crying out every time he sucked my clit.