Taboo Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

Lacey said again. “Oh, sure, it was my pleasure,” I said. Ryder didn’t ask me to walk Kara down the aisle, but I wanted to do it. Despite everything, I still looked at her as my own kid. And now she really was. In a weird twist of fate, my stepdaughter became my actual daughter. You’d be proud to see them, Layla.

she explained. Aiden looked at her coldly. 'That scum actually abandoned his own daughter, and she is my step sister? My irresistible step-sister' Aiden cursed in his head. "He went on a vacation with my mother yesterday, for one month," Aiden told her. Aria's eyes widened and despair came crashing into her heart.

“Who is she?” The woman looked uncomfortable now, glancing between us and him. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, stammering. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it!” my mom shouted, her voice echoing across the room. “How long has this been going on? Huh?!” My stepdad tried to step forward, but I stepped in front of my mom without even thinking. “Don’t. Just… don’t.” The air was thick. I felt my heart pounding so loud it could drown out anything anyone said. Betrayal, disbelief, anger, all tangled together.

I moan as his other hand palms my breast, rubbing into my nipple just the way I like it, “see? She's reactivate and needy as fuck…she'll be good for fucking…won't you baby?“ Uncle Justin asks and I nod. “She's…” “Your stepdaughter, twenty years old, horny and ripe as fuck…you'll have the best time with her, we will have the best time with her” Uncle Justin says and kisses my neck. His breath is warm against my skin and my breath grows slower, he is so good at this, he presses small kisses on my neck and I see the way my stepfather's pants tighten. “Stop advertising her like she fucking wants it” Kaden says and I meet his eyes, I see the struggles in his eyes, he wants this.

The words rushed out of her mouth. “A step-brother who came to life through your father's trauma, and what's more painful is that you have to claim that same step-brother's son as yours to be able to get your hand on your fortune, and to be able to continue your parents' dream.” She paused. “Please, be patient with him. It's…it's not easy for both of you. I know, but don't take all that he might have said to you in your heart” Mrs. Pat begged, you could see the reflection of pain in her eyes.

she said, “does not choose a partner based on round hips and temporary fascination. That is how legacies become embarrassments.” For a second I wanted to stand up and leave the room before my face betrayed me. I could feel the tears burning behind my eyes and I couldn’t say how long I would be able to hold them back. The old instinct to shrink, to apologize for existing in the wrong figure and age and name, rose so hard I almost obeyed it. Well, she hadn’t talked badly about my figure just yet. Maybe we should have told the truth about our relationship, and allowed them to see us as stepfather and stepdaughter. But that was riskier. We wouldn’t be allowed to share the same bedroom.

“This womb belongs to Daddy now.” When the last spasm finally faded, I stayed buried inside her, savoring the way her pussy continued to flutter around me. I looked down at the beautiful, obscene sight: my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter sprawled across my throne, legs spread wide, royal pussy gaping and overflowing with my cum. Her breasts were covered in my bite marks. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction and submission. I slowly pulled out, watching with dark pride as a thick glob of my seed dripped from her ruined hole.

Then, this morning, I woke up to the sounds of quarrels. "Just like that?" Mom asks still pushing the subject. "You support this taboo relationship now? Our daughter who's supposed to be a moral ambassador and married a wealthy heir as a virgin is fucking your bloody religious stepbrother!" Mom shouts, her voice cracking in the process. The house goes silent, I can hear my own heartbeat. I gasps. I've never heard mom swear like that before. Mom isn't done yet, she resumes counting my shortcomings. "After everything we've taught her, we showed her the way of the Lord. Are we just going to let her slip into sin and live by the world?"

stephan and I couldn't be together anymore. Norah pointed her finger at her, "Did you hear that? She really has a thick hide! Shameless thing! The same as her mother, who ran away from home, abandoning her daughter and her husband!" "Stop it!" parsley stared at her aunt, "I'm not going to marry stephan, and I have the freedom to choose who I marry. And -let me be clear- stephan and I are over. That man, he has done things to me! Or are you just worried about your factory? Well, don't be. stephan won't dare do anything in fear of his uncle. Okay?"

Julian loomed over me, his thumb reaching out to trace the line of my jaw, his touch searing hot against my frozen skin. “I sat at that dinner table for a thousand days, Elara. I watched you go from a girl to a woman. I watched every boy who tried to get close to you, and I made sure they disappeared. I played the doting stepfather because I had to. Because the ‘claim’ wasn’t legal yet.” He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I could hear his heart beating—steady, slow, and ruthless. “But she’s in the ground now. The bridge is burned. I don’t have to call you ‘daughter’ anymore. And you sure as hell don’t have to call me ‘father.’”