Step Daughter Teases Dad Novels & Stories

She knew he was just trying to scare her. “Excuse me?” "Yes, you heard me right daddy. Go ahead and spank me. I'm sure it's one of your dirty fantasy about me. You have always wanted to spank your little stepdaughter's ass and this is an opportunity." His finger dug into her ass as she said that. In her step Daddy's eyes, she couldn't see that he was getting pissed. She was supposed to be scared, but rather she was excited.

“I didn’t know if you were allowed to receive texts. Doesn’t Daddy check your phone?” “What the fuck, Kye? Like your dad wouldn’t be pissed if he walked in on…“ My eyes flick over to Eric, and I let my sentence drop off. “My dad doesn’t monitor my every move like some kind of bodyguard,” Kye snaps back. “If that’s even your father…” “What?” I exclaim, disbelieving. “He’s my stepdad! What the fuck does that even mean?” “That guy is your stepdad,” he deadpans. “Yeah, right.”

“My brother and I are working really hard to find a new daddy for my Mommy. We've already found someone, but my Mommy is too stubborn to say yes.” “Please help my brother and me to convince her so that we can finally have a step-dad!” Clayton said with a firm expression, these two always piling on and helping each other, some times it cute and other times like now, it isn't. They both had their backs to me, so they didn't see it coming as I smackes the back of their heads. “Ouch! Mommy, aren't you afraid of hurting me?” Xavier asked. “Yeah mummy, that hurt.” Clayton said.

“Marcus… she’s right inside.” “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it?” He pressed the finger deeper, just the tip, stretching me teasingly. I had to lock my knees to stay upright. The forbidden thrill sent a fresh gush of wetness over his hand. “My girlfriend’s daughter dripping for her stepdaddy’s cock while she makes salad.” The word *stepdaddy* hit me like a spark. I whimpered softly, pushing back against his finger. He chuckled darkly and pulled away just as Mom stepped outside.

He shot Stephanie a look, nodding toward the door. Stephanie’s smile tightened, her eyes cold. “Alright, I’ll leave you two to it. Later, daughter,” she said to me, her voice fake as hell, her tight smile practically cracking as she turned and walked out. Finally. The room felt lighter without their fake-ass vibes stinking it up. I turned to Dad, my guard still up. “So, what’s this about?” I asked, my voice cool, my eyes locked on him. “We can’t let Christian get away with everything he did,” he said, his voice flat, like he was reading a script.

She never stops talking normally; no way she’d stay quiet now. “More, Daddy. Why are you teasing? Fuck me already.” She whines. I smack her ass again and she yelps, but otherwise stays relatively quiet. I was simply savoring her, and she called it teasing? Pathetic. It pisses me off that her boyfriend doesn’t appreciate what he has. My stepdaughter is damn near flawless. Her tight, toned body sculpted by endless Pilates and yoga sessions. Those warm brown eyes and soft hair radiate sweetness. Her full, red lips promise every wicked desire.

Nova’s P.O.V "A daddy should not be wondering what's under his stepdaughter's skirt!" I said to Edward, my stepdad, standing in front of him, pointing a chiding finger at him. My eyes locked on his with a teasing glare, one eyebrow raised high, and my lips pressed together in mock sternness as I shifted my weight onto one hip. He stammered: "I'm... I'm not, I just said, I... fuck, don't say that too loudly, your mom…"

"That was different. We were family then." "Were we?" she asked, her voice small. "I mean, really?" I didn't know how to answer that right away. "I tried to be a good stepdad. Still care about you, kid." "I'm not a kid anymore, Brad." "I know that," I said quick, maybe too quick. "Doesn't change much though." The thunder rolled again, and I heard her shift in the bed. "Can you come back up here? Just for a little while. The storm's still bad."

“God… I'm such an asshole.” I chuckled lightly hoping to ease his awkwardness and unsurprisingly, it helped. “You're not acting very step fatherly, Professor Henry.” I teased. “Don't blame me, I wasn't expecting these twists, I guess… and I really don't want to make you uncomfortable.” “It's fine…” I waved dismissively. “The surprising feeling has passed already.” He nodded thoughtfully. “I mean… you were made aware that your future step daughter is someone from the school, so…”

“Understand?” I put on my fake smile that I knew would annoy him, then I replied to him, “You have nothing to worry about, Dad. Stephanie and I will be on our best behavior in front of the camera and in public. Isn't that right, Stephanie?” I said as I turned to Stephanie, who also put on a fake smile right away. “That's right. We'll be the good daughter and son both you and my father would be proud of, Mr. Floros.” The sarcasm in Stephanie's voice could not be denied, and that just made me smile even more.