Sleeping With Stepsis の小説・ストーリー

I wanted to walk into the fire for my mate—no matter how many times she tried to tell me not to choose her over my future. The only future I wanted was with her. Anything else seemed like a waste. We limped up the stairs to the apartment, Kellen backing us up. Steph was trembling, exhausted beyond belief, but she managed to make it inside. The couch felt like fucking heaven when we sank onto it. Steph lay on top of me, my arms around her. We closed our eyes and synced our breathing without thinking twice. It was all so natural, I took it for granted. But we didn’t get rest.

I murmured, remembering the night it happened- the night a man with a mask pinned me to the bed and… “Alright, I’ll just tell him then that you have slept with Damian and insinuate that getting pregnant isn’t a one time thing. That it should be done often, so that he doesn’t expect a grandchild so soon,” “Thanks!” I said half-heartedly, standing up from the bed. I wanted nothing but to be out of the house and away from her and everyone here. Just then the door opened and Stephanie worked in with a smirk “That was good to hear,” she clapped her hands, squealing almost. Her black dress was just below her buttocks and her black hair packed into a bun.

It was working. I stepped closer and steadied him. “Tired?” I asked softly. He nodded. “Yeah. It’s been a long day.” “Come to bed,” I said, taking his hand gently. “You need some rest.” He didn’t argue. He let me lead him over, his steps slow and heavy. The moment we reached the bed, he crashed onto it with a heavy thud. His breathing grew slower and deeper, and within minutes… his eyes closed completely.

Struggling to keep balance, I tighten my grip and take a shaky step forward; his breath reeks of alcohol and warms against my cheeks. With an unsteady step, Knox staggers forward. From the living room to Knox's room feels like the longest walk ever, with him slowing me down every step. Using my other hand, I struggle to push the door open, and we stumble in, Knox almost dragging us down, but I steady my footing in time, breathing hard. Finally, I reach his huge bed with rumpled sheets. A stark reminder of my early tryst with my dildo. The musky scent of my cum still hangs in the air.

I sat up a little, trying to arrange my features into something resembling normal. "I... I had trouble sleeping." My voice came out too high. Wetness still coated my fingers, slick and undeniable. The ache between my legs didn't fade, it only intensified, the interruption making it worse. My body screamed for completion, and having Vittorio here only heightened my frustration. Vittorio looked at me putting on the night light. "The night was long," he said, rubbing his face with one hand. "Many problems. Business that never ends." He came closer to the bed, and I pulled the sheets higher, shielding my body.

"Fucking my stepdad while Mom’s in the same house. God… Marcus… don’t stop…" He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him on their bed and driving in hard. "Quiet, baby girl. Or I’ll have to pull out and make you suck me off instead." I shook my head frantically. "No, please. Fuck me. I need you deep." He pounded into me, the bed creaking softly with every thrust. One hand covered my mouth again while the other rubbed my clit fast. "Come for your stepdad. Come while your mom is sleeping ten feet away."

"Hmm... and why is that?" "Nothing. I just want to sleep next to my sister tonight. I miss those days," she said, stumbling over her words as she looked around nervously. "Fine. I'll pretend I believe that... and not that you're scared." She stretched out her arm toward her. "Come here, you little rascal." Maria smiled as she hurried over to her. Monica slipped an arm around her shoulders, and they made their way upstairs together. ~~~ Monica lay beside Maria until she was sure she was asleep. She smiled tenderly as she looked at her peaceful face. Gently, she brushed a few loose strands of hair away from Maria's face before leaning over to kiss the top of her head.

Ready. She walked to the bed with slow, predatory grace. Her eyes never left mine. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her soaked pussy pressed directly against my hard cock through the thin fabric of my briefs. “Your father is sleeping,” she whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed my ear. Her voice was low and dripping with sin. “He took two sleeping pills tonight. He will not wake up for hours.” The danger of her words sent a dark thrill racing through my blood. My own stepmother. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night while her husband slept just down the hall.

I walk through the door dumping my soaking wet bag as I went, slowing my pace I enter the living room dripping wet, I was making a little puddle on the carpet. Laying on the sofa asleep was my darling boyfriend, normally, I would leave him to sleep for a few hours but he caused this.

“You keep saying that like it’s a badge of honor.” Her eyes flickered with something...pain, maybe. I almost missed it. Almost. I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck. “Listen,” I said finally. “I’ll sleep in the corridor. Enjoy the bed. You clearly need it more.” She let out a small laugh. “Coming from the guy who tore my panties and fucked my coochie?” “Yeah. You’re welcome. Be a good girl and enjoy it while it lasts.” “Oh, I will,” she said softly, stepping closer, her voice turning dangerously low. “You might want to be careful, Damien… or I’ll become your stepmom.”