Stepdad Novels & Stories

My stepdad. The man who’d walked into our lives three years ago like he owned the place—and fuck, maybe he did. Six-three, built like he still did PT every morning even though he left the military a decade back. Salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, jaw that could cut glass, chest hair that trailed down to that obscene V disappearing into his waistband. He had this way of filling a room without trying. Deep voice that rumbled when he said my name—“Alex”—like it was an order. The way he’d clap a heavy hand on my shoulder after a workout, squeeze once, hard, and leave me dizzy.

I added, shooting a look at grandma Rose. Christian’s jaw tightened. “I see. So now you’re her advocate?” “I’m her stepson,” I said sharply. “I’m concerned about her well-being and I won’t apologize for that.” Rose cleared her throat. “Christian, Hunter, please. It’s late, everyone needs to calm down.” Christian ignored her, staring at me for a long moment, like he was trying to measure how much of my defiance he could tolerate. Then he scoffed. “I need you to understand your place, Hunter. Family business. Loyalty. Everything. You can’t pick and choose what you involve yourself in.”

It looked like something from a storybook. "Welcome home!" A deep voice called out. A tall man stepped off the porch, and Lily recognized him from the wedding photos. Alpha Kane, soon to be her stepfather, had graying black hair and kind eyes. He looked strong and important, the way alphas were supposed to look. Mom jumped out of the truck and ran into his arms. They kissed, and Lily looked away, her cheeks warming. Luna woke up and pressed her cold nose against Lily's neck. "I know," Lily whispered, scratching behind Luna's ears. "We'll be okay. We have to be."

Piper had gotten into a fight with another kid. Something stopped me in my tracks. Maybe it was fatherly instinct, or maybe it was something else entirely; I didn't know. I turned back and finally made out what they were yelling about. The other kid was tugging on the teacher's sleeve, trying to explain. "Her dad before wasn't this guy. You can't have two dads. My mom says that's wrong." Piper shot back without a shred of hesitation. "A stepdad is still a dad. I like my stepdad, so mind your own business."

she asked. I ran my hand through my hair as more thoughts crossed through my mind. “Maya, you are not part of your grandfather's will; your father says you are a bastard and your mom was a whore he spent just 1 night with." That was my father’s lawyer, a message from prison. Dad now calls himself my stepdad. All my life, it's been one sad tale or another; someone is always walking out the door, and no one looks back to know how I feel.

(MM) GAY ASS USED BY MY STEPFATHER 1. Nate’s POV. My life's been pretty normal, but not until my mum got married to Adrian, my stepdad seven months ago. He was in his mid-40s, and the CEO of his company. He was the kind of man that looked really mean from afar but barely harmful once you got to know him. He had thin dark long hair that always came down to cover his forehead completely when wet.

“Harder, daddy….please use me.” He did. Rough and relentless, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could watch her face. When he was close he pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. “Open your mouth. I want to cum on these tits while you watch.” Lisa opened wide, tongue out. Jack stroked fast, eyes locked on hers, praising her the whole time. “Such a dirty girl…. Letting your stepdad fuck you raw….waiting for me to paint these perfect tits with my cum.”

That alone would have been a scandal capable of tearing our social circle to shreds, but it was a secret we could have potentially navigated. The truth was that Marcus was the father, he is my stepdad and also the father. And he was my stepfather. The horrifying reality echoed in my mind like a cruel, screaming joke played by fate. The man who held the keys to this entire corporate empire, the man who had become my anchor, my protector, and the forbidden warmth in my dark world, was legally and socially bound to my mother as her husband. In the eyes of the law, in the eyes of high society, and in the rigid moral code of the families we belonged to, he was my <

"Tris, I wish for us to always be together. Happy. And to love each other like Mom and good daddy." She sipped her champagne, her gaze still on the colony of stars, and Tristan felt his heart swell until it felt too big for his chest. Rose, when clarifying between her stepfather and biological father, would refer to her stepfather as good daddy and her biological father as bad daddy because of what he did to her mother.

I caught him every time and smiled slowly. You keep staring, I said softly. He set his plate down. Hard not to when you walk around like that. Like what? Like you are daring me to look. I shifted closer until my knee touched his. Maybe I am. His hand landed on my thigh. Heavy and warm. His thumb stroked once then stopped like he was fighting himself. Tessa you are nineteen. I am your stepdad. And Mom is gone for seven days. My voice came out breathy. I have been thinking about this for so long.