Step Dad Stories Novels & Stories

I really did even though he didn't. And I knew, this love was going to cause me a lot of losses when Jacob might only lose a friend. "I can, Chloe, I absolutely can," Dad spoke up, "I know about you just as well as Jacob does. I remember how you used to offer hand-jobs to guys on your first dates, for an extra twenty dollars, even when you weren't exactly hard up for cash. I recall how you paid guys to play the part of your boyfriend, with certain 'benefits' attached such as—sucking their dicks in return, and let's not forget the nights you pilfered money from lockers, getting caught twice. It was your dear boyfriend who had to bail you out by borrowing money from me. I can list more inciden

she nods Mom walks upstairs and looks at me in a concerned look... Dad walks upstairs to his study and I follow... He sits down while I close the door... "Something happen at the company?" he asks "No dad... Something happened at the Lab grandmother keeps all the grandsons’ sperm" I tell him Dad looks at me as if I've said something crazy "Whose sperm is missing?" he frowns I sit in the chair before saying "Mine" "How long?" he frowns

She was crying, clutching my shirt. “Your father was from a rich family. We met in College. He was my senior, but he always treated me as his friend. When I started my business, he helped me with funding. I had promised him that I will give him his shares once I will get a profit, but he never asked because he had his family business. His brother was not more into the family business, So your grandparents gave the business to your father and your Uncle also get his shares, but soon he lost his money due to his bad habit of casino and influence with bad habits but still, your father helped him whenever he asked” she was whimpering still covering her head in my chest.

As long as he could deliver flawless results, there was no need to trouble his employees for help. For the long-time employees with the Taleman Empire, it was slightly hurtful. A few years ago, something similar happened. The single father and his brother struggled with child raising and even brought toddlers to work. After bonding over how to raise children and babysitting the adorable toddlers for the CEO in his struggling phase, they thought that Richard would learn to rely on them a little more.

"My dad is homophobic" "Sadly I know" "You do?" He scoffed. "You forget that am your dad's friend. We attended the same college. Though, he was older but lacked in studies which made him repeat a couple of years in school" Yeah right, I forgot that I was dating my dad's friend. He would probably die from a stroke the minute he find out, I couldn't imagine what his face would be and I hope he never finds out till I finish college. "Did he do something?"

He reassured me. Mom's eyes lit up at that. "Oh, I can't wait to spend the day with them. Your father's been practicing his storytelling skills, haven't you, dear?" She murmured, turning to my dad. Dad puffed up his chest proudly. "That's right. Those little ones are going to hear all the tales I grew up with. Might even throw in a few embarrassing stories about their mother for good measure." He said, winking at me. "Dad!" I protested, but I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. For a moment, the tension in the room eased, and it felt almost like a normal family breakfast.

How the hell do I explain to him the beginning of my stepdad seducing me? I chuckle nervously and lace my fingers together. "It....uhh....it started with....with step dad. " I say and he looks at me stunned. I chuckle. "It's really a long story sir. " He crosses his legs. "I will really love to hear this story of yours Marilyn." He says and I sigh. There goes. ------------~[DR MARCUS'S POV]~----------------

“I’m stuck. We’re trying to get a background on this cowboy and I’m coming up blank.” My dad leans on the table. “What do you know?” “Only that he’s 5000 years old, he was locked in the pool by his brother and now he’s out and extremely pissed off.” I toss another dead end book on the table. My dad crosses his arms and lowers his head. He’s thinking. “It sounds familiar.” He says. “What?” I look at him. “The story. It sounds familiar. A tale my father told me when I was young. A tale of the firsts.” He side eyes me.

"Well, I wish mine was dead." "At least I'm not the only one having dad problems," I murmured. "Tell me what you remember about your dad." He said. "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Yeah, nothing, he left when I was three or something, that's what mom said." "But on the bright side, I'm having a think I'm gonna have a stepdad." I grinned. "Step-dads, they're the worst, most times they fuck the daylight out of their so-called stepdaughters." He frowned.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.