Sleeping With Stepsis Novels & Stories

Stephanie woke up with a heavy head. She couldn’t remember what happened when she got drunk. She slowly moved her body and she found herself sleeping naked in Martin’s embrace. ‘I thought I was dreaming having sex with him. Turned out it was real?’ She wondered Martin’s sleep was distrubed by her move. He slowly opened his eyes and he could see she left the bed to the bathroom. Soon, he heard the shower running, he sat on the bed and then got up, heading to the shower.

FUCK ME, STEP-DADDY 3 Lila woke to the sensation of warm sunlight streaming across her bare skin and the heavy, possessive weight of Marcus’s arm draped over her waist. She was still in his bed, sheets tangled around their legs, the faint scent of sex and his cologne clinging to everything. Her body ached in the best way, her thighs tender, her pussy swollen and sensitive, the lingering fullness of his cum from the night before still deep inside her.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was lying in bed, my mind racing a mile a minute. I couldn't stop thinking about how I had never realized Grayson was a hybrid. I wondered if Esme had cursed him or turned him. Then it hit me—I remembered from our mate classes that sleeping next to your mate ensures the best rest. So, I decided to test that theory, and it turns out, it's true.” Leaping onto the bed with a feral intensity, I hurled pillows at him with reckless abandon, each one missing as he deftly dodged my onslaught. In a fluid motion, he sprang towards me, his arms ensnaring me in an unyielding bear hug, clamping down to halt my tantrum. "Stephanie," he teased, his breath warm against my ear, "has anyo

There was something soothing about watching the physical by-product of sleep, the defenselessness of sons slumbering. "They grow fast," he said. Stephanie nodded. “Too fast.” “You made them lean.” She exhaled slowly and deeply. A sound that meant more than just breath. In the bedroom, Peter bended on the bed, undoing his watch, placing it on the nightstand gently. Stephanie was standing by the dresser, back towards the bed, folding a blouse that she had already folded once. "You're doing it again," he said.

I sneaked into Sebastian’s bedroom pretending to sleepwalk, my naked body burning with need, hoping my stepfather would finally stop fighting the monster he’d awakened in both of us. My mom actually slept just one door away. She slept off in her study while working and I didn’t care. My pussy yearns for my StepDaddy even more since the night he’d ruined me during the storm, and filled his cum in me like he was filling up a loophole for a dirty secret that can’t be out in the open.

With a skip in my steps, I made my way to her room with the tray of food. I knocked once before letting myself in. Raina laid in bed, light snores leaked from her lips every fery minutes and I shamelessly watched her sleep. After what felt like 15mins, I let myself in fully and shut the door behind me.

“I can still feel you inside me. Your cum is still leaking out of me right now while your dad is sleeping in our bed.” She climbed onto my bed, straddling my lap. Her shorts were already damp again. “I know it’s wrong,” she whispered, grinding slowly against my hard cock through the fabric. “I know I’m your stepmom but I want you again. Right now. Your dad is sleeping already.” She leaned down and kissed me desperately, tongue sliding into my mouth. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter against me. This was insane. My dad was literally one room away. And my stepmom was grinding on my cock, begging for more.

Delete it from your memory. Later, after everyone had gone to bed, Stephanie was wide awake in her basic cotton pajamas and t-shirt, under her covers, with her mind racing. Was she crazy to assume that using the "Sarah Tactic" on Greg may be a good idea? Could he genuinely cool down and behave more correctly if she had simply pulled her shirt off and given him the stink eye?

I started the car, driving as fast as I could before the magic of the alcohol disappeared altogether. I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. When I looked beside me, I saw Susan’s naked body sprawled on the bed. Last night was definitely memorable and I wanted it to happen again. I watched her face under the morning light, it looked so peaceful, so peaceful that I wanted to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered open as I watched her. She stood up suddenly, making my eyes move naturally to her beautiful perky breasts. Looking at them gave me an instant hard-on.

“Nothing else matters.” Sophia nodded slowly. She wanted to believe her mother. She truly did. Yet the words echoed in her mind. “May God have mercy on your soul.” That night, sleep refused to come. Sophia lay awake staring at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she imagined a cold, expressionless man with piercing eyes. A man who didn’t smile. A man who couldn’t love. A man everyone feared. By morning… The excitement that had filled her heart was slowly being replaced by fear.