Stepmom Shower Novels & Stories

Jared saluted as he went to the door. He left locking it behind him and Storm and I headed to our room. “Man it’s been a long day I need a shower. Can you show me how to work this thing?” Storm asked shyly. “With pleasure.” I followed her to the bathroom. She slowly stripped out of her clothes. I hurriedly did the same. When she bent over I got a good look at her phat ass. She went to the shower with me right behind her. I closed the shower door and turned it on. Hot water and steam ran across her body it dripped down like it didn’t even touch her. She had left her hair up and reached for her soap she put in there earlier lathering it between her hands and washing gently. I slowly did the sa

It goes without saying, but I knew mom shouldn’t know about my little' sex-capade' with Daddy and I knew better than to brag around about it. After we got home, mommy was already there making dinner. While Daddy joined in to help her, I went upstairs to take a shower. I took my clothes off in a hurry and stepped into the bathtub. I ran the water and grabbed the showerhead, guiding it ever so gently to my lady bits. My right hand was occupied with the sh owerhead , and my left hand was all over my tits. The pressure created by the water was massaging my sweet spot, making me relive the events from the mall all over again.

And I'm currently Face timing with Dad. "Now Katherine, I wouldn't like you to be on bad terms with your step siblings whom you're supposed to be getting along with. While I'm away with your step mum, Max being the eldest is assigned to be in charge of the-" "Fuck, what?" I scream at the screen of my system, interrupting him from going further, giving him my "You gotta be shitting me look" with my swollen eyes and messed up hair. Dad face palms, then sighs.

My chest heaving heavily. “You are totally in trouble right now.” Steph stands dressed in nothing but her underwear in front of me, an annoyed look on her face. “But I don’t have time to yell at you, so just go shower.” She turns back to her mirror and carries on applying her makeup. Heading back to my own room to jump in the shower, I cross the landing to hear the door open below me. “Did you find her man?” I hear Drake’s voice ask.

In my room, on the second floor, I had stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the view of the private pool they were using. And there she was emerging from the pool, droplets of water glinting on her skin, and her wet hair swung behind her like a downpour. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. Her bikini clung to her curves, accentuating her shape. As she tilted her head to twirl her hair, her eyes met mine, like time stood still, all I could do was stare. My heart had seized. Could she see me staring at her lustfully? Was I like Leo? Would I pass on the same trauma from her former stepdad? I didn't want our bond to break, What were all these thoughts?

I stormed across the suite, yanked the bathroom door open, and the steam hit me like a brick wall. "Camilla!" I barked again. Her head whipped around in the shower, eyes wide, tits bouncing as she scrambled to cover herself with two ridiculously small hands. A pathetic attempt. Her nipples were still visible, peeking out from behind her fingers like they wanted me to see. Pink. Hard. Glorious. “What the fuck, Stephano!” she shrieked. “Get out!” “No,” I said, stepping in and slamming the door behind me. Her mouth fell open.

“ Let’s get this treated, '' he said as he half dragged me out of the bathroom . He led me downstairs to a room and opened the first drawer on the cabinet. He brought a first aid kid and placed it on the table . He applied some cream and a gaze on the burnt area . It looks really red . I hope it doesn’t leave a scar . “ Be careful next time “ he said as he left the room leaving me in a complete blushing mess . My stomach grumbles for the second time today. This is my cue to go get something to eat . I made my way to the dining area and met my mother and stepfather having breakfast. I’m surprised to see the head seat still empty. Isn’t he supposed to sit there ? He is the man of the house . I

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

I need a damn good cold shower to behave for the rest of the evening. The second the door shut behind me, I let out a breath letting the warmth of the day melt off my skin. I stripped off my clothes, the anticipation of the shower making my muscles relax as I reached for the water… And then I felt him. Yep. Felt. Before I could turn around Ronan was already there, stepping into the space behind me with his body crowding me against the marble wall. The steam curled around us making everything feel hotter and thicker and heavier at the same time. .