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I gave him nothing. When he left, the room felt colder. Julian turned back to me. “See? No force.” “You’re isolating me,” I said. “I’m clarifying you,” he corrected. “Everyone who touches you does so with selfish intent.” “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” he asked softly. “Your stepfather hides secrets. Your brothers want what they shouldn’t. Your mother hides the past.” “And you?” I asked. “What do you want?” Julian studied my face.

"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.

The house was silent, but my mind was a storm. I sat on the edge of my bed; my skin was still tingling from the rough heat of the office. I had just been taken by my stepfather. Fucked. Raw. Hard. I was supposed to feel sick, right? I was supposed to be crying. But as I sat there in the light of the bathroom, the only thing I could feel was the pulsing ache for him to do it again. The ache to be bent over again and again. I had loved every inch of what he had done to me. I loved the way he looked at me like I was a property he couldn't afford to lose. And the fact that he had those files all this while, when I thought I was alone, hidden... fuck!

This story contains scenes of incest sex. Kindly skip if this might trigger you. I was stretched out on the sofa in the living room, watching cartoons. The t-shirt I wore barely covered the top of my thighs, and when I turned to the side, you could see my black underwear and the curve of my sweet young ass. John, my stepfather, walked through the living room, getting ready to leave for work. “Are you ever going to do anything besides sit in front of the TV?” he asked.

✓ RIYA “Pack up.” My stepmother announced, carelessly dropping her tea mug on a wooden coffee table. The content spilled, causing a dark pigment on the table. “Your new owner is coming to pick you up.” "A new owner? What do you mean? I don't understand.” I staggered back a bit almost colliding with the brown accent chair Dad used to sit on during his sick days, sweat beads beginning to form on my forehead. Why was going on now?! Don't tell me they want to let me off now?!

A knock on the door makes me sit up in the bed, I'm ready for the night, hair washed and body eager, pussy already swollen and clit ready. My cunt is already slick and when the door opens, I find my stepfather there instead of my Uncle, oh no…he shouldn't see my like this but I don't cover up. My thick tighs are spread open and knees folded, my hands are behind my back and breasts jutted out, inviting the man to take of a forbidden drink. “Hmm, I was right” My stepfather mutters and the way his eyes roam my body sends goosebumps down my spine…what was he right about?

He snarled at my mother and she retreated into her shell. "Hey, Drake, that's the girl over there. Take her as the payment for the money that I borrowed two months ago,” my stepfather blurted out and my heart dropped into my belly in dismay. I clung to my mother's clammy hand, swerving my head left and right as I tried to understand what was going on before me. Is my stepfather trying to sell me again? One of the men took a step towards me; his eyes, which were full of lust, surveyed my body.

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

I stared down at the wad of cash that I had managed to save with Gran Layla, she even had it wrapped up for me and given to me with a word of advice that she continuously drummed in my head. ‘Leave this place ’ How do I run away from my step - father? Is it even possible? I hid the money in my back pocket when I caught sight of the little house with a veranda at the edge of the pack’s border. It belonged to my ancestors who passed it on to the next generation. My mum was supposed to be the next owner but … And now it was in the hands of my step- father, unfortunately. My current legal guardian. Gary always acted perfectly normal in public; but we did not get along well at all.