Step Daughter Teases Dad Novels & Stories

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."

Basketball Star is taking advantage of his teenage stepsister. He didn't deserve that. Plus the world just wouldn't understand what we both have “Yeah, he's not a complete arrogant asshole.” I heard my stepdad laugh from the background… I guess he knew his son. “Don't call your stepbrother okay, it's not nice.” “It's the truth though.” My stepdad said, still laughing. “Not funny, honey.” My mom reprimanded. But her husband didn't stop laughing. I hung up later after a couple of minutes of catching up with my mother, and sighed.

"He's the most handsome man ever. More handsome than our other daddy." As if on cue, their daddy strolled out on a wheelchair, his friend and soldier beside him, as they both prowled the halls with identical scowls on their faces. They had no idea how much they looked alike. "That's my daddy!" Tristan yelled, pulling away from me and to his father. "Damn girl, you got to hit that?" Stephanie remarked under her breath. I rolled my eyes, "He's really not all that." Stephanie gave me a look that spelled, "Are you crazy?"

she said and he turned to her almost robotically. “Dad is coming today? Let's go quickly,” he said as he gave Gift and Olivia quick goodbyes and ran towards the door before shouting, “let's talk about this after my dad goes on his next business trip,” he said as he continued to run excitedly to welcome his dad. His stepmom looked just as he had described, with a face full of makeup as she sighed. “That boy would be the death of me.” Gift stood up and smiled at her, “your son is really interesting.”

“Daddy… people keep glancing over here.” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of the tiny lace panties I’d thrown on just to mess with him later. “Let ’em look, baby girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine over his glass. “Let them stare at my pregnant stepdaughter all dolled up with a collar on. Let them wonder why she’s sitting so close to a guy old enough to be her dad.” The words hit me exactly like they always did straight between my legs. My nipples went tight under the dress. The bump made the whole thing feel even more twisted in the best possible way.

he said directly to the camera, his hand coming to the back of my head, pushing me down further until his cock hit the back of my throat, making me gag softly, saliva starting to drip down my chin. “My little stepdaughter’s been a naughty pet online all this time. Now it’s time to show you how she really begs when it’s for real.” I hollowed my cheeks, bobbing faster, taking him as deep as I could, the leash pulling taut every time I tried to come up for air, keeping me in place. The comments were flooding in now—‘Holy shit, is that her stepdad?’ ‘Make her crawl more!’—and he laughed, a deep rumble, before yanking me off his cock with a wet pop, leaving me gasping.

I hope someday he’ll be free to do what he truly wants. I smiled broadly as we finally came to a stop in front of the altar. Stephen immediately reached for my hand. “Please take care of our daughter, or else we’ll take her away from you,” Dad said to Stephen seriously. “I will, Dad.” Dad was clearly surprised by Stephen’s address to him. So Mom quickly moved him away before he could say anything else. “Hey, my wife.” He grinned. “Hey, my mafia boss. You didn’t tell me that this is your kind of celebration.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

“The Don didn’t release you, and you just left? Are you trying to get us all killed!?” “Keep your mouth shut!” Dad seethes. “That’s my daughter you’re talking to!” “Your daughter who’s going to bring death to this house, Stephen!” “My God!” Anita squeals. “Is the Don going to burn our home down like he did Lucas’ family’s properties?” “Papa…” I reach for my father’s face. Stephanie sees this and it only makes her angrier. “Are you even thinking about your family? You’re the one who brought this on us when you went on to marry that liar! And now you’re here, playing the devoted daughter?” She grabs my wrist, trying to drag me out, but my father slaps her hand away.

I quickly uttered, letting know that I didn’t want him to interfere in our mother-daughter conversation. “I am your stepfather, young lady, and your mother is my wife. Mia Wilson, watch your tongue. I won’t stand here and watch you make rude remarks about your mum,” my stepfather declared, his voice trailing off as I angrily stood up. All I wanted was to escape this house and leave for the party. Feigning an exaggerated yawn, I showed my frustration. Mom shot me a fearful look, and I stared right back at her, unfazed by the innocent look she always had on her face.