Step Daddy And Daughter Novels & Stories

, almost at the sitting room, Good morning dad l greeted giving him a warm hug, you looking beautiful this morning,guess you had a goodnight,he said beaming with smile,l turned to my stepmom greeted her faking a smile,so daughter we all here to welcome you back home, sitting over there is your stepbrother drake and his girlfriend sophie,we locked eyes,wow l never knew l have a beautiful damsel as a stepsister,nice to meet you sister he stood up and smiled giving me a handshake,he such a pretender l smirked, hello sister nice to meet you too she said giving me a smile which felt more like a mind game, l looked away pretending l didn't notice anything she did, dad apologized for not letting me

Strictly crazy than my real father. "How's the work, hija?" Why he went home early? He should have been into the office. Stepdad is a Company Executive Officer or simply CEO of a cosmetics company popular in the whole wide Philippines, distributing tons of cosmetics in every store or Mall. "Good," I said blankly, holding my breath as I took for a quick kiss.

POV Gianna: “Alright ladies and gentlemen, please clear the dance floor for our father daughter dance.” The DJ says. I make my way to the dance floor and meet my dad in the middle. “daddy” by Beyonce comes on and my eyes start to glisten. My dad was the first man I ever loved. He taught me how to be a leader, he showed me what a good man should be and to never accept anything less. My dad showed me the love a man should give to a woman. My father has been extraordinary to me, I can proudly say with total conviction, that he is more than just being my father. He is my muse, my personal superhero, and my friend. The song is just about to end, and I see my mom bring Onyx to Rasheed. A smile tug

his father to discuss his plans for the day before waking her up. "Dad, good morning" he knocked and entered his father's room "My son, how are you, how is Stephanie? I noticed the drama she and Sophie did this morning," he teased. "Father, don't start your teasing now, I came to tell you something about Stephanie and I" he said. "What is it?" his father said. "Error" he started clearing his throat, ,"I want Stephanie and I to go back to school, so I need us to finalize everything we came for, like meeting with our people and the rest" he said. "Sweetie, we don't need to do that anymore, you told me your mother showed up in the dream she had right, that is a very good sign son, your mum app

The same sharp jawline, the same dark stubble, the same storm-gray eyes that had watched me grow up for the past four years. Damien. My stepfather. The man who had married my mom when I was sixteen, the one who paid my tuition without blinking, the one who called me “kiddo” in that low, amused voice that always made my thighs press together when no one was looking. He was DaddyD. My biggest tipper. The man who’d been telling me for months how he wanted to bend me over and ruin me. The one who’d just watched me finger myself on camera for him.

“Daddy...?” Her stepfather, Matt, didn’t understand what was going on. He turned towards his daughter, his eyes widening in shock, as his little girl laid her head flat against the firm mattress of her bed, and lifted her ass and pussy up in the air, giving her Daddy complete access to her soaking wet pussy.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“He was there when you were born.” The room tilted. “That’s not possible,” I said. “You said my father died before—” “I didn’t lie,” she whispered. “I just didn’t know the truth.” My ears rang. She grabbed my hands, gripping them tightly. “Ariana… Victor isn’t just your stepfather.” I stopped breathing. “He’s your biological father.” The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No. That’s not—he wouldn’t—”

I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. He pumped them slowly, lazily, while casually drinking his coffee with his other hand, like he wasn’t finger-fucking his stepdaughter at the breakfast table. “You’re still so fucking wet for me,” he said quietly, his thumb circling my clit. “Did you dream about Daddy’s cock while you slept?” I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan. My hips started moving on their own, grinding against his hand. Just as I was getting close, the sound of the front door unlocking made my blood run cold.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.