Stepdad And His Friends Novels & Stories

“Almost. But for now, have your dinner. Skip it, and he might just reconsider those three months.” She was right. If I had any hope of keeping this trip secure, I couldn’t risk Dad’s mood swinging the other way. “Yes, baby. Eat up,” Jacob murmured with a smirk. “Your dad’s unpredictable like that. If that piece of shi—” I shot him a pointed glare, and he stopped short, looking guilty but amused. “Piece of what, Jacob?” “It was just a slip of the tongue,” he chuckled, flashing me an innocent smile. “Really, he’s the sweetest man on earth. Why else would he be my best friend?”

"Dad!" A towering middle-aged man in a set of old-school two-piece suits was standing in the hall. A mope of thick, black hair framed his intimidating, grim look. It was Jared Yaeger, Stevie's father. "Ah, Mr. Yaeger, would you look at that!" Fabian remarked, smiling gushingly. "You can now take your son away!"

Dad opens his arms and I step into his hug. “Stay safe. Claude and I met long ago. We keep our friendship hidden because he is to King Samuel what I am to King Truett,” Dad whispers before letting me go. Claude places his hand on my shoulder and directs me towards the warriors who immediately start moving. As I look over my shoulder I see Dad has sent his warriors back and stands with Claude. I can’t see if they are talking but they are staring at each other. Both seem somewhat melancholic. After a few minutes Claude catches up with us.

Mom said to Lacey. “Rebel, you already know that I am here to be part of the badass ladies club,” Lacey said happily. Dad and Renz laughed. “Austin, I can see our mates haven’t changed much.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Dad said. Adrian is looking at this display of decades-old friendship with amusement in his eyes. “Jonah, remind me never to act like these geriatric guys when we get older,” he said teasingly. Jonah laughed. “As long as our minds are still sharp. Otherwise, you will be reminding me.”

“I have prep work to do, especially as the semester is starting so much earlier than expected.” My dad smirks and nods to Neumann. I frown at this as well. How well do these two know each other? Why are all the adults friends and no one told me? “Of course,” dad says, gesturing for us three Cadets to line up next to him, which we do. Mom stands at dad’s side, her habitual place, and he puts a casual arm around her, his hand resting on her hip. Neumann, Alvez, and the captain stand across the table from us, looking towards my dad with interest, the Captain’s eyes a little wary.

He was the one who had accompanied me to the strip club because Bella had her shift that day, but I couldn't remember coming back home with him. Adrian or Alfredo must have done that. Then where was he? I paused in the hallway downstairs when I noticed a figure standing by a door with its ear pressed to the wooden material. "Greg?" He turned around to hold up his finger to his mouth and dragged me beside him to listen. "What is it? What are you doing here?" "Your dad's best friend and his brother are arguing. Besides, I followed you home because I thought you might not want to be alone with two Mafia dudes.

“It’s not every day the CEO of one of the richest companies in the world comes dashing in to kick his manager in the face for his employee. You can be frank with us. Is he an uncle, godfather… lover?” She raised her eyebrow and smiled mischievously. My gut churned and I could feel my waning. This was not good. “He is none of those things. He is just my best friend’s father. That’s all.” The table was silent as if they were all weighing my answer. That was partly the truth. Fuck! I was breaking a sweat. “That cuts out,” Gina said with a shrug. “He is super protective over Bridget. I wouldn’t be surprised that he would treat her friend the same way. He is definitely a girl-dad.”

His voice floats down the hallway from the living room and he's laughing loud, the way he used to laugh with me before everything changed. As I move closer, I can hear he's on speaker phone with other voices. His college friends. The ones who still call him every week to talk about sports and women and all the things men talk about when they think no one is listening. "Bro, I haven't touched Michaela in almost a year." Sean laughs again, but this time it sounds cruel. "I literally can’t get hard for her. I've tried. It's like my dick just dies." The air leaves my lungs. His friends laugh and the sound is sharp like broken glass.

He had dragged me to the car and drove so recklessly that I didn't want to say anything else to him anymore. "How've you been? It's barely been a day and I already feel like I haven't seen you in years." "Dramatic," he teased. "But same. Also, your house is enormous. I got lost twice just walking up the driveway." "Wait until you see the inside." I laced my fingers through his and pulled him toward the dining room, practically buzzing. "Come meet everyone. We're having breakfast." The second we walked in, I gestured proudly. "This is Hermes, my stepdad. And Celeste, my mum."

“Uncle Marcus, Grandpa Leon, and your step-cousin Tyler. They’ve all seen the secret clips I took of us. They want you.” The thought should have shocked me. Instead, my pussy clenched around his fingers. Four men. All mine in this twisted, taboo way. Stepdad, step-uncle, step-grandpa, and step-cousin. All hungry for me. That weekend, Mom left for a girls’ trip. The house became our private studio. They arrived together Friday night. Uncle Marcus — Ryan’s younger brother — was tall and ripped, with a cocky grin and a thick bulge already visible in his jeans.