Step Father Tagalog Novels & Stories

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

Tahimik lang itong nakikinig sa mga sinasabi ko habang hawak parin nito ang cokefloat niya at shinishake pa circle. "Stressful nga, and base on your story. Your stepfather fell inlove with you. Hindi lang niya maamin sa ngayon kasi mukhang bago sa kanya at he still on the process of gender crisis, saka mapapangasawa pa siya ng Mom mo." Sabi nito na ikinatingin ko sa kanya. He really listening. "It sucks, ang hirap ng sitwasyon mo pero mas mahirap sitwasyon niya lalo na Mom mo. Naiipit silang pareho sa gulong ito."

" I smiled as he faced me. He looked at me, then returned to my door before glancing at his own. He shook his head slightly before facing me again. "It doesn't sit well with me. I'll move you.” I followed him with my gaze as he walked past me. He walked down the stairs. Probably to check if there was an available room where I could sleep and transfer to. Note: Kuya, means an elder brother or used as a polite title for an older man. Ate, is in reference to an older female relative or respected friend, and means "Sister" Lola or Lolo, Filipino word for Grandmother and Grandfather.

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

I said in a voice that doesn't convey that message and after a glare from Mom behind his back, I gave him my most charming smile and that seemed to be enough. "I'm sorry we didn't meet before this. I've had a lot to do and the time just wasn't enough. I hope we get along well" He said with what I came to realize was a genuine smile. He leaned closer to me and I instinctively moved back but he was close enough that only I could hear him when he said "I'm not and will never take the place of your father. I wouldn't dare to. I love your mother and I hope you allow me get to know you and love you as my own daughter even though I'm your stepfather like you said"

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

Her husband could only be referring to one person. That person who voice alone make my body shiver, whose touch gives me goosebumps, whose smile melts my broken heart. That one person who became a replacement for my husband, that one person who made me feel what my husband couldn't make me feel. Anticipation was killing me likewise fear caging me. Zachary. My sweetest mistake. My step-father-in-law I awaited my misery in disguise.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

"Say what you want. The truth is, I loved Vincent. I did everything for him. And he threw me away like I was nothing." Vincent exhaled, barely suppressing his anger. "You were my father's wife." Stephanie scoffed. "That didn't stop you from fucking me. I even got pregnant for you and aborted it." She said again. Xander raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Oh? Now that's interesting." Vincent shot him a cold glare, but Xander merely shrugged.