Owned By My Stepdad Novels & Stories

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.

"Dad, that was the only shelter in the city that had both breeds." "I know." I started pacing again. "That's why I need your help. There has to be somewhere else. A private breeder. A rescue. Anything. I remember some friends of yours usually buy certain dogs. Plus I really want to do this myself so I can't call Marcus. God, he deserves a raise. This is more stressful than I thought." She chuckled at my expense. "Marcus is definitely one of the most paid PAs in the whole of Florida, but I'm sure he won't mind more. But sure, Dad. Let me make some calls. I'll get back to you."

My mom remarried a few months ago, and now there's this new guy in the house, Alex. He's not bad-looking for someone in his forties. Tall, with broad shoulders from whatever gym routine he sticks to, and this deep voice that rumbles when he says good morning, but he's my stepdad now, which makes everything weird. Mom's head over heels for him, always gushing about how stable and charming he is. Me? I try to keep my distance, and we barely talk beyond polite chit-chat at dinner.

I couldn't believe I was doing this again. My heart pounded in my chest as I slipped into Jake's room, the door clicking shut behind me with a soft finality. The house was quiet, or so I thought—Mom was out with her friends, and Dad, well, Stepdad, was probably buried in his study, grading papers or whatever it was he did to keep that stern expression on his face. Jake, my oldest stepbrother, was sprawled on his bed, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up when I entered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Exactly six weeks since that night. The night I let him cross every line we’d spent years pretending didn’t exist. The night I gave into the feelings I’d carried for him since I was a teenager, the feelings I’d buried beneath guilt, shame and the constant reminder that we were supposed to be a family. Archer Hayes. My stepbrother. The man I’d ached for a decade. The only man I couldn’t stop dreaming about no matter how hard I tried. The same man I let him ruin me on a living room couch.

I caught him every time and smiled slowly. You keep staring, I said softly. He set his plate down. Hard not to when you walk around like that. Like what? Like you are daring me to look. I shifted closer until my knee touched his. Maybe I am. His hand landed on my thigh. Heavy and warm. His thumb stroked once then stopped like he was fighting himself. Tessa you are nineteen. I am your stepdad. And Mom is gone for seven days. My voice came out breathy. I have been thinking about this for so long.

“Aria, hurry. Your stepdad is at home. We’re having breakfast together.” The words stopped me cold. Your stepdad is at home. I had known this moment was coming. Victoria had told me yesterday that he would be here, that I would finally meet the man who had been sending money and existing only as a name. I had prepared myself for a polite stranger, an older businessman, someone distant and formal. I had not prepared myself for the possibility that the universe could be this cruel. I forced my feet to move.

I threw in some sarcasm. "Oh, shut up!" He snapped and asked me to let him speak. "I live with my mum and step dad back home," he said, my jaw dropped. "What?" I asked confusingly. Is he serious? But I thought- "My step dad treats me like I'm his son so no one would ever guess he's not my real dad." He continued. "So who are you here with?" "My dad, Mr Coleman." He flashed me a smile. "You must be the darling niece of my father's wife Amber." He grinned cunningly.

her mom asked, "I don't know because I'm always busy with my job, but I promise you, I will bring them during the long vacation, but don't complain about them, because they are very stubborn now, and they can talk unnecessarily" Betty explained, "all kids are like that, just bring them," her mom said, and she laughed, "how Is my stepdad?" Betty asked, "he's here with me," her mom said, "let me talk to him," Betty said,