Novel & Cerita Stepmom Catches Me

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

Me at sixteen, touching myself for the first time—door cracked, thinking the house was empty, moaning softly as I discovered my clit. Me at seventeen, crying in the shower after my first heartbreak, water streaming over my naked body. Me at eighteen, just last month, masturbating with my new vibrator, legs spread wide, cuming hard. Hidden cameras. Everywhere. He’d been watching me. Filming me. Jerking off to me. For years. My stepdad. The man who kissed Mom goodnight. Who grilled steaks on Sundays. Who told her I was “such a good girl.” I should have been horrified.

My dad told me he was also a late grower. Only got his growth spurt when he was 16. My stepmom’s face changes when she sees my reaction and grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Stop looking at me like that, with the same face as your goddamn father. You will love me, right? You can love me in his place? You need to love me.” She looks crazy. I grab her hand, trying to get myself free but she is too strong. By tiny hands are nothing in comparison to her stronger ones.

My inner self told me it's not wrong to join my stepbrother. We're not doing anything wrong if I draw close and feed my curiosity. I tell myself, so, I lean close. But the next minute, my face turns pale. He's watching p**n! Not any kind, but a video of him and I! “Jace!” I cry, slapping the headphone from his ears. He turns to me slowly, that maddening grin tugging at his lips. Not an ounce of shame, not even surprise. Just that cool amusement.

Christina Hunter was away on an important business meeting and this was my only chance to run. “I’ll miss you,” I said softly and lifted my hand in a small wave. “Miss you too, my sunshine..” She smiled. “It was nice to have you here.” I couldn’t ignore my mom's tearful eyes. I wish she could never know how pathetic my daughter was. How I betrayed her and slept with my own stepbrother behind her back. “If you need anything, make sure you call us,” Uncle Carter said. “We’ll be there.”

I wish Jamilla was here so I could talk to her about this stuff, someday I'm going to have to trust her into helping to find my mom. I was playing a game on my phone when I heard a knock on the door, ugh, I think I had enough love for the day from Dad, pulling the door open I was met with my dear stepmom and she had a big enveloped in her hands, handed to me she say “ after reading these I hope you understand why you need to start showing us some respect in the house.” pushing the envelope in my hands, she gave me a once over look before walking away.

“You could’ve just stayed away. You should’ve.” “But I didn’t.” His eyes swept over me, full of something I didn’t want to name. “Because I can’t…” He sounded tortured and my heart picked up a beat. The air was thick. My skin buzzed. His jaw flexed. Then— “Brooks?” My mom’s voice. We jumped apart like teenagers caught red-handed. “Oh,” She stepped into view, eyes scanning the room. “Stephan, hi.” He turned to her with ease, recovering faster than I did.

Okay we were heading to the restroom. He pushed the door open, flinging me into the free stall like I weighed nothing. I squeaked lightly at the display of strength. “What was that? What did you think you were doing?” He barked out. “Me? What was I doing? I was dancing but what were you doing with Lola?” I snapped angrily. He had the nerve to come for me when he was basically whoring himself out for Lola. “You know we had a plan!” He all but growled, his alpha pheromones clouding the stall.

Tyler POV When my dad told me that he was marrying, I thought he would marry a woman his age or something but it was a shocker to me to see a pretty girl in her twenties as his wife, with golden-blonde long hair, and blue eyes, slim curvy body, so gorgeous "Wait, am I checking my stepmom out?" I groaned as I entered my room, not to lie to myself, why I was checking her out was because she's my type, just like I want them, curvy slim, gorgeous, good, and perfect "Fuck, how on Earth did I have the same type with my dad?" I muttered in a frustrated tone.