Stepfather And His Friends Novels & Stories

I dropped my phone on the bed and began unpacking my luggage. ******* After spending the whole day settling in, the night came and I was here, sitting at the dinner table, with both of my parents. The sweet scent of food lingered in the warm atmosphere, melding with the clattering of our cutlery. My father cleared his throat, the way he always does when he wants to make an announcement. “Stephan is coming,” he said, “he will be spending a few weeks with us.” The name hits me, making my body tingle and raising the hair on my skin. Stephan. Uncle Stephan. My father’s best friend.

We sit in the fairly large cozy parlor—a part of my bedroom. "I thought to check up on you, man." "Thanks," I acknowledge, "You look like you would be bursting into a club." I take to note his outfit. His vintage shirt and pants, trimmed hair and shiny gold wristwatch. "If that's where you want to be, let's head there," He smiles. "Nah," I object. Stephan is the closest to a brother. We've been through a lot together and the universe knows it. Our friendship has passed through the tunnels of disagreements, fun, business, and a lot words could not place together.

I was still glaring at the crumpled paper in my hand. "Sweet goddess, I forgot how dramatic you are," Stephen said, sprawling lazily across the leather chair. Stephen was my childhood friend. His father was head of the king's guard, and died in an attack that killed my parents. We were able to avenge our parents together, but we still have two more names to kill to complete that revenge, and finally our parents could rest in peace. Stephen was notorious for not wanting a rank or work. He spent his time partying and owned a harem.

“ Who says I'm going?” “ I say so…” a masculine voice says from beside me, the person walks to mother. Wrapping his hand around her waist and kissing her, I barely stop myself from gagging. “ Good morning Stacy, I'm Jacob Henderson. Your stepfather and that's Joshua Henderson my step son.” Another person emerges from behind me, bearing plates and an apron and my world stops, my jaw dropping to the floor. It's him. That guy. From last night. We… he….

I sat with my friends at the corner table, picking at my food while my mind kept drifting back to Sebastian’s hard cock and the way he’d walked out of the shower like I was nothing. My thighs pressed together under the table. I was still sore from our last time, my pussy can still remember our raw dogging. The hurt from the way he walked out on me sat heavy in my chest “Guys, I need some advice,” I said quietly. “There’s this older guy. Really older guy. We hooked up once and it was… intense. But now he’s avoiding me.” My friends leaned in, eyes wide. No one knew it was my stepfather. I kept that part locked tight.

"We're leaving. Clean up this mess, and I expect you both at the estate for breakfast at eight sharp." As Arthur dragged me out into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with the sheer, taboo insanity of what had just been decided. I was going to be shared. By my step-father and my two step-brothers. But just before we crossed the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder. Damian was leaning against the ruined desk, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, while Leo stood beside him, his pale gaze fixed entirely on my curves. They weren't looking at each other with hatred anymore. Damian gave a slow, deliberate nod, and Leo returned it with a dark, chilling smile.

I lie there a long time before sleep finally takes over — *The next morning* I wake at six-forty to the sensation of being looked at…with sleepy eyes , I see a younger man staring at me and when I opened my eyes there is a man in the chair by the window with one ankle crossed over his knee, watching me like I'm a programme he's halfway through. I sat up fast and the sheet comes with me as my mouth flew open to shout. He lifts a hand to face me before finally speaking…"Hey there," he says. "Who are you." "Cashmier." "Cashmier?." "Mm." He smiles, and it's his father's smile with the manners taken off. "Eldest. Nice to meet you, stepsis." "Stepsis." "Your mum's been running this house right? Th

Stephan grinned. Noah took two steps back. Why is he so childish? Noah thought. “Well, that is a lot. So, I have to get home too now.” Noah said, eager to leave the seemingly bumbling idiot he saw Stephan as. “It’s a goodbye then.” Stephan stretched his arms out and Noah visibly shook before stretching out his hand to give a handshake instead. Noah looked on as Stephan’s vehicle drove into the darkness illuminated by streetlights and some cars’s headlights. He had only agreed to this to build some sort of friendship that would aid work and some of his investments. He had hoped that the son of the owner of Felix’s chain of restaurants and hotels would be someone with— a lot more thinking powe

Darn you abandonment issues. After 10 hours of flying and listening to my mom’s incessant talking, we finally arrived in the island and met my soon-to-be stepdad, Peter. He picked us up at the airport and Lacey could not stop ogling him. I didn't get her fascination with him. He was just your typical 40-something year old man who wore polo shirts and khakis. But sure, he seemed nice enough.

After nodding and taking one last look at her appearance, Steph exits her room. She meets her dad and brother in the living room watching the TV. "Where are you going to?" Brody asks the second he sets his eyes on her. "I'm meeting up with a friend," Steph replies. Her dad chuckles but says nothing. "The same friend you've been hanging out with and have failed to mention their name?" Steph smiles. "Yeah, that same friend." "I told you, son. It might be that Luke guy," their dad comments. Brody frowns on hearing that which only makes Steph grin.