Stepfather Romance Books Novels & Stories

Step-brother and Step-sister: A drifter gets a call from his father to help him out with a favour. He asks his son to help him babysit his step-sister while he goes on a week-long vacation with his wife. After much consideration, the lonely drifter agrees. What harm can come from watching a kid for a few days? But he soon regrets his decision when he sees his step-sister is a hot sensual teenage girl. Their bodies ignite in a tempting count against the clock.

he asked same question he’d asked a hundred times. She smiled lazy, sated, utterly claimed. “Worse every year.” He laughed soft, warm. “Good.” Outside the terrace doors, the river kept moving same as always. Stars wheeled overhead. The candles on the table had burned low. And in the quiet villa high above the Douro Two people who had once been stepfather and stepdaughter, who had burned the world to ash to keep each other, now simply existed. Loved. Fucked. Lived. No more running.

I shivered in his arms, pressing my body closer. “Mom would want you to be happy, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “She asked me to take care of you too. She wouldn’t want you lonely… or aching like this.” Miles looked at me with such intense hunger that my pussy clenched hard, dripping even more, I felt sticky fluid in my thighs. He pulled me harder against him, grinding his thick cock against my soft thigh. “I’m your stepfather, Michela. I’m more than twice your age. I should be protecting you, not losing control every time you look at me like that.”

And worse, their reasons are almost all the same: at this time we’re not hiring. My heart literally drops to the ground. I’m finished! “I know my father must have spoken to Mr Ken about my application, but when I got the email this morning, I got a little too excited,” she continues to speak. The dread I feel forces my lungs to tighten, each breath forced and barely enough. “I can see why you would want to quit; you clearly don’t need the money. Neither do I, but I mean, Mr Ken is your stepfather, and you’re the daughter of Queenken. She’s my Idol.”

"And Chadwick will be moving in today. He has even offered to help you in your studies. Isn't that great?" For a moment the world tilted. Chadwick stepped closer, his shadow falling over mine. He smelled exactly like he did in my dream. Cedarwood and cold ambition. "I think we should start tonight," Chadwick said, his voice dropping an octave. If Mr Chadwick becomes my step father, that means I am sexually attracted to my own step father. My mum's husband to be. No Lord, don't do this to me. I swallowed hard. The strawberry gloss on my lips felt suddenly, terrifyingly bright.

By this time, he was so close to her, behind her “now I want you so badly" He held Zara on her waist and kissed her neck this was all she needed as she melts into the hands of the man who was her step father now but once her lover, she chose the lover part and would stick to it “Mom's upstairs" she responded, eyes closed deep into her own escasty. “Well , we'll be fast and quiet as long as you don't scream" he was already undoing her undies from the silky nightwear. Just one finger on her core,she gasped. He smiled.

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."

She stabbed angrily at her steak. “I tried so hard to let my stepfather be enough, and as much as he tried to be, there was still a void. He was so good to me. He did everything he could to make me feel like my world was complete. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of hours I spent curled up on his lap, bawling my eyes out, because I missed a man that I had never met. All he did was stroke my hair and listen to me. When I finally calmed down, he hugged me, tucked me into bed, and then brought me the best fucking hot cocoa imaginable. He was literally the best.” “I’m glad you had someone to support you. I can’t even imagine how tough it was for you,” I murmured.

Stephen was a son at 28. Two sexual potents. Two intellectuals. Two lost. Ripped from their own blood ties. I'm on a trip, back to my home. The semester has come to an end and now we need some time with our families to renew our energies. I'm going to pick up one more book to read, because the journey is long. But I'm reading it slowly because I've been getting sick reading on moving transport. I'll stop here. ** There are a few kilometers to go before reaching the house where my father and stepmother are living. Well, they moved again.

Slowly, reluctantly, I stepped away from Damien, his fingers slipping out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching. I turned to face my stepmother, my cheeks still.flushed, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of his touch. But as I looked at her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over. Damien’s eyes met mine, dark and intense, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning. And as my stepmother’s questions hung in the air, unanswered, I felt a dangerous excitement building inside me.