Stepdad And His Friends Novels & Stories

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

Scott were. “Dad, I'd like you to meet Ashton, my friend. Ashton, meet my Dad. “I see… Your friend?” My dad asked, emphasizing the “friend”. I almost laughed at his expression. Did he think I’d remain single forever? Why was he so surprised and uncomfortable because I introduced a male friend? “Nice to meet you Mr. Garcia.” Ashton said, extending his hand for a handshake. “Likewise.” My dad said, his voice sounded forced.

I never expected to meet this man again, how could it be he's my new stepdad and we'd be seeing each other everyday from living in this mansion. His eyes were gawking on me, his jaw dropped. From me, he glared at my son who was right in front of me. No one needed to say it out, they got the same face. “Do you know each other?” My siblings’ voice came up right after mom. Without thinking twice, I uttered. “He's the father of my son!”

“How is the preparation for the charity gala going. Is there anything I can help with?” “Everything is going well my dear, I will let you know if I need any help from you.” My mom replied. “The preparations are going smoothly”. Victor added After breakfast, when Mom left for a meeting, the three of us didn’t waste time. I led them back to the study, locked the door, and took control again. I stripped slowly, enjoying the way their eyes devoured me. I pushed Victor onto the couch and straddled him, sinking down onto his thick cock with a long moan. Damien moved behind me, and soon they were fucking me together, raw, deep, and relentless.

“Sure dad!” I replied and headed toward that old familiar room, the smell of cigar smoke intensifying as I continued on my way. The door was ajar so I pushed it open and entered. I saw my step-dad, Hollis, and their two friends, Beck and Rhys, all looking a little sweaty lounging around a big table covered in playing cards. “Hi Maren, how are you?” Wade asked with a noticeable sense of uneasiness. “Uhh, good, what’s going on?” I asked.

waving hi on my way out to meet friends. But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn. It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.

~Brady~ I feel I lot lighter as I jog to class. It’s right down the hallway, so I don’t have far to go. I walk in and wave to Coach Martin. He’s shooting the bull with Colton and Grant. He was my dad’s best friend growing up and is technically my godfather. Uncle Dave and Tom were a year younger than them, so they put Adam in all of Dad’s classes as a safety measure. He comes from a long line of warriors and was one of the first lead warriors Dad instated. I just happen to be lucky that my gamma and beta are the same age as me.

Chapter 1: The Family Reunion The backyard was packed with family for the annual summer barbecue. Laughter, music, and the smell of grilling meat filled the air. I was helping Mom set out drinks when he walked in. Uncle Caleb — my stepdad’s younger brother. He was 29, tall, heavily tattooed, with messy dark hair, sharp jawline, and that dangerous smirk that always made my knees weak. He wasn’t blood-related, but he’d been part of the family since I was 18. Everyone called him “Uncle Caleb,” including me… until the last couple of years when the title started feeling way too wrong.

His name dropped so easily. I swallowed hard. “Alex is still…?” “Partner. Best friend. Pain in my ass sometimes.” Dad grinned. “He’s excited to have you on board. Said you’ve got a good head for this stuff.” My cheeks heated. I hoped it looked like it was from the cinnamon roll. “That’s nice of him,” I mumbled. Mom leaned against the counter, smiling. “He’s coming to the barbecue tomorrow, by the way. Whole family thing. Emily too. She’s ten now, can you believe it?”

She holds her hand out for Gabe and he takes it, we all leave her bedroom and walk down the stairs to find a lot of people already there. Gabe barks his orders to his men, while dad’s old soldiers are all there, They were all like uncles and aunties to us, they all retired when dad did and left their sons and daughters with Gabe. Everyone knows their place and we walk to mom that is sitting on the couch, I help her up and we walk to the limo outside waiting for us to take us to dad’s funeral.