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My dad, seeing her as the mother of his future son, started treating her better, and she got bolder. Feeling secure, she decided to push her luck. Rubbing her belly, she said casually, “Lexie, once your little brother is born, you’ll give him the company, right?” My dad turned to me, waiting for my response. I understood immediately. Megan was trying to create tension between us. But it was pointless. My dad and I were never close, so there was no relationship to damage. Still, since she was offering herself up, I wasn’t going to let this chance slip by.

My tits jiggled with every powerful stroke, and he leaned down to suck and bite at them again. “You feel so good inside me, son,” I whimpered, my hands roaming his back, feeling the muscles flex as he claimed me. “Deeper. Breed Mommy’s pussy. I want to feel you cum deep.” That pushed him over. His rhythm faltered, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. “Fuck, Mom—I’m cumming! Take it all!” With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my insides, pulse after pulse painting my walls. The sensation of being filled by my stepson’s seed sent me into another smaller orgasm, my pussy milking every drop from him.

I licked at her with all that I had. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "That's so good. That's amazing! Daddy!" "Mommy!" her sister squealed. "You're getting my pussy ready for Daddy's cock!" "That's right," Stephanie purred. "Your daddy's going to pop your cherry just as soon you cum." "Make me cum, too, Daddy!" Lacey gasped, whimpering like she was afraid she would be left out.

The game had just expanded into a global war between the husband who owned my body, the father who had traded my soul, and the lawyer who had sold out both sides for a piece of the empire. ​Julian leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as the guards stepped forward to chain my father. ​"Welcome to the family, my sweet girl," Julian whispered, his grip on my waist tightening until it bruised. "The real game is just beginning.

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

he declared, and I felt him grab his dick and aim it directly at my slit. Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

Something like a cold spot in my belly wouldn’t let me sleep. Even if we hadn’t spent the whole weekend having sex around the clock, I’d did my best to make up to Steph for the lack of action over the last week. We’d indulged in some of our kinky games and she’d been hot and awesome as usual, the best girl I would ever have. Yet, even though I got it up alright and performed well, every time it took me so long, that Steph would come twice before I was done. And it was always just going through the motions, ejaculating just out of insistence, without reaching any real climax.

"You know that's impossible—we are not one of those steamy book couples that will go behind their parent's backs and shit. This is like... Just a small brief fling." "Stepbrother romances are rather popular today, though. Are you sure you don't want to live in one? Instead of calling me 'daddy,' you can call me 'big bro' in bed." I laugh out loud, burying my face in his chest. "You're insane..." "Bet you still like me anyway," Noah pulls a blanket over us, closing his eyes while I'm still on top. "I will sleep like a baby tonight. You're so soft and warm—a tiny teddy bear."