My Stepfathers Sin Novels & Stories

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

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

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

BACK TO PRESENT Stella sighed. "How lustful my father is to even go after such an elderly woman whose as old his mother. How crazy my stepmother is of my father. How overprotective she is of him, yet she can't even caught him cheating on her. Fucking hell. The drama. Man, these people are sick! Cruel, wicked, sinful, and lustful.” She tilted her head into the door.

I threatened but he smiled instead “ I am married to your mother, she’s obsessed with me, don’t think she would trust you on this, I know her, I know how much she loves me, she can’t believe whatever you tell her.” Trapped between his hands he stared into my soul, “And if you tell her anything I will hurt her so much she will beg for death, but for now, get ready, it’s going to be a long ride” With that, he walked out of my room. I staggered to find my balance, nothing seemed to be making sense, I was just on the verge of being molested by my stepfather, he knows what I did with his son too, I felt embarrassed and disgusted with myself that instant.

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

Troy muttered. "I'm sorry to say this, Dad, but we all know your mother doesn't like us, and she never wanted Mom to be with you. I wouldn’t put it past her to do something like this," Tristan said bluntly. Sinjin resisted thinking along those lines. The idea that his own mother could be responsible for something so vile would be the ultimate betrayal. If she truly was behind this, he knew he could never forgive her—not even if she crawled, groveled, or bled while begging for forgiveness.

I pleaded with Eric, hoping that he would find it in his heart to forgive me. Eric's chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh, his expression displaying a mix of anger and concern. "Your step-brother is a complete bastard for doing this to you. Leaving you to carry his child while he ran off with his ex? Who does that? That's despicable. You should involve your stepfather in this matter. Your mother may have checked out of the family, but your stepfather still has a responsibility to support you. You shouldn't have to face this alone." His words, though triggered by frustration, were also tinged with genuine care and concern.

“Or maybe it’s the sins of her past life catching up to her! Because the goddess loves all wolves equally, apart from sinners.” These rumors only irritated my step mother more, as she stepped beside my father, saying; “I'm starting to wonder if she’s even your daughter! Or is she the proof of your late wife’s infidelity, as the characterless slut that she was. You never accept it, whenever I say this, but even you can see what she has done to you!

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.