My Stepfathers Sin Novels & Stories

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 sold you for his benefit and didn’t care how you would end up?” Isaiah chimed in, “He was a terrible father to her since she was young. It doesn’t surprise me at this point.” Austin is growling low. “What is it with your fathers? Thalia’s dad was a miserable asshole, too. What about you, Sinclair?” Sinclair looked at the group. “Mine wasn’t any better.” Isaiah spoke up again, “Her foster father and brother tried to hold information about Sinclair’s birthparents unless she slept with them.”

“He sold you for his benefit and didn’t care how you would end up?” Isaiah chimed in, “He was a terrible father to her since she was young. It doesn’t surprise me at this point.” Austin is growling low. “What is it with your fathers? Thalia’s dad was a miserable asshole, too. What about you, Sinclair?” Sinclair looked at the group. “Mine wasn’t any better.” Isaiah spoke up again, “Her foster father and brother tried to hold information about Sinclair’s birthparents unless she slept with them.”

"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.

“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.

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

"She's... she has got it all wrong, Daddy." Bruce closed the distance between us in a single, predatory stride. He lowered himself down until our faces were inches apart, staring directly into my panicked eyes. "Do you like my son, Katherine?" "Katherine? I'm Katherine now?!" I yelled, the sudden use of my real name stinging more than a slap. "Answer me!" he barked. "What does it matter, Dad?!" I screamed back, tears welling in my eyes. "You're my stepfather! You are marrying my mom!"

"Just a small misunderstanding. But we fixed it. I took care of it." ​I felt sick. I took care of it. He was lying right to his family's face to cover up cheating on me with Chloe. ​Alexander finally took his eyes off me. He looked slowly at Leo. A cold, dark, and cruel smile touched the corner of the Godfather's mouth. ​"Are you sure you took care of it, Leo?" Alexander asked softly. "Because when a man does not know how to handle what is his... someone else will always step in and take it."

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

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.”