Stepdad Novels & Stories

Jayden suddenly went calm the moment I made those statements ,he looked like he was shocked . "What do you mean that man is your step dad ,do you have any idea of what you are saying ,does it make any sense . "It would never make any sense Jayden, that was one of the reasons why I had to keep it away from that man who got married to my mom right in front of me and also had a one night stand with me , though it was twice . "That man is step dad ,my mom's husband and also the father of my babies and that only means that my daddy is my step dad "is what you have been trying so hard to hear .

"Stop fucking Riley." I scoffed, bringing the glass to my lips, letting the burn of the liquor settle the irritation creeping up my spine. Who the hell did he think he was? My own son, standing in front of me, trying to dictate who I could and couldn’t have. I never expected that confrontation. Not from Nathan. "She’s your stepdaughter, Ethan." I let out a slow breath, rolling the whiskey in my glass. Nathan thought he understood, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

It was pretty typical behavior from them. My stepdad, Mr. Baldwin was super wealthy, and my mom remarried him quickly after my dad passed away when I was little. I was raised by my grandparents until they passed away too. Mr. Baldwin never really wanted anything to do with me, so my mom kept me at a distance. Even after Gigi and Gia were born, nothing changed. And to make things more awkward, Gigi and Gia are also event planners, which feels like they're just trying to one-up me and prove they're better.

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.

“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 mind reeled as I stared at my phone, the message screaming a mixture of emotions. My stepdad, strict and unbending-a man who always demanded and never asked-was on his knees, beseeching me to beg Adrian, a prospective client, to grant him a very lucrative steel contract. Something was not adding up. My stepdad never begged, and the fact that he was doing so made my skin crawl.

I trudged down the short hallway to the living room. My step dad sat on a sofa with my baby brother, Josh in his arms. They were dressed for the occasion. Stepdad ignored me and I couldn't care less. I smiled at Josh who beamed back at me. "Hi Kayla." He wanted to hug me and struggled to leave his father's hold, but the man grabbed him before he could make a run for it. "Now, Josh. What did I tell you about interacting with strangers?" Stepdad asked the two year old. My smile faltered.

“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.”

"I didn't see you that way. You always made me happy and I was really hurt when you left. I cried for days." His lips curved into a sad smile. "I'm so sorry. I don't really understand why your mother treated you that way, but I am happy for the woman you turned out to be." I smiled. "Thanks dad. Now that all the gloominess is behind us, I have to ask because I am so confused. Step dad has a young adult daughter? How come! He left us ten years ago which means all his kids should be young. And you! You have a grandchild??? How is that even possible?!"

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.