Tight Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

I exhale sharply, “you want to hurt this one, too.” “Nina and I were just talking, son. I'm allowed to spend time with my daughter—” “Stepdaughter.” My gaze flicks to Nina's knuckles going white against the armchair. “And I just found out that she quit her job at the company. It's…quite unfortunate, isn't it?” His gaze drops to his hand grazing up the side of her face. “That's too much contact for a stepdaughter, dad. If I didn't know any better, I'd say a pattern is starting to form.”

"Hey! Didn’t you hear what I said? Get out of my house right now! Our family has already been more than generous to you. You’re the one who doesn’t know your place, still trying to steal my parents from me!" Her shrill voice stabbed at my ears. My hair clung to my scalp, dripping. My soaked clothes stuck cold against my skin, making irritation crawl through me. Still, she was my biological sister, and she was young. I forced my anger down and pulled out a strained smile. "Suri, I’m your sister. I’m also Mom and Dad’s daughter. It’s just that after you were born, I was busy and didn’t have much time to stay home with you…" I spoke gently, patiently, trying to soothe her.

“Your mother is my wife. She is in her room right now. Show some respect.” "Don't do this to me," I snapped. "Why not? You are my daughter,” he said. "I am a stepdaughter. We are not blood," I corrected. "Daddy, I am old enough to decide who I want to be with." "Old enough?” He let out a short laugh like this was all some kind of twisted joke. His grin flashed in the light, something obviously telling me he was pushing me to keep begging for his attention, which only made me boil.

“You went live again. After I told you to take the account private until you learn some goddamn boundaries.” I hopped up onto the arm of the couch across from him, legs swinging, panties flashing. “Boundaries are boring, General. My followers love me exactly like this. I made three grand tonight just from being me. You should be proud.” He set the whiskey down with a deliberate clink. “Proud of my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter shaking her ass for strangers? Proud of you calling yourself ‘Daddy’s Problem’ on a public platform where any creep with a screen can jerk off to you?”

I whispered, but my body betrayed me, nipples hardening visibly against the lace. He didn’t listen. His large hand cupped my breast, squeezing firmly. The flesh spilled over his fingers, bouncing as he shook it possessively. “I’m your stepdaughter,” I gasped, the words weak even to my own ears. “Newsflash, baby girl. I’m your Daddy now.” His other hand slapped my ass lightly, the sting delicious. “And fuck, what an ass you have.”

“Mom, he’s busy. And this is something we need to talk through properly—” “You think I have time to wait?” she snapped, stepping closer. “Every day is a struggle here. Every day I wake up afraid they’ll shut off the lights or kick me out! Meanwhile, you soak in luxury and pretend life is fair!” “That’s not what I’m doing.” My voice shook. “I want to help you—” “Then call him... and do it now!” I stared down at the plate, vision blurring. “You don’t understand. Scott is very… strict. He likes to plan things.”

"But hey, it's not all bad. Become a good chef in the future, open a breakfast shop or something. As your old classmates, we'll definitely come support you!" Yvonne stepped forward gently, pretending to defend me. "Please don't say that about my sister. She's had a hard life too. For a fake daughter to survive in the Brooks family for so many years, she really did try her best." She walked over and wrapped her arms around me lightly, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "So what if you lived in this family all these years? "So what if you grew up with Aaron? "So what if your grades were good?

Briston I slammed my bedroom door so hard that the frame rattled and a picture fell off the wall. My hands were shaking with rage and I had to press my palms against the wood to stop myself from punching straight through it. Why was my father doing that to my mate? Why couldn't I protect her? The mate bond was killing me. Every time he touched her I felt it like acid burning through my veins. Every time she stood behind his chair in pain I wanted to rip his throat out with my bare hands. But I was powerless and that made everything so much worse.

She drops her head and breathes in sharply with pain. “Just relax,” I say soothingly. “Hug Bunners. It won’t hurt for long.” Slowly, I push in a little further, noticing with pleasure that she picks the toy up with one hand and hugs it against her. “Good girl,” I murmur, continuing to push slowly into my little sweetheart’s ass while she grunts and pants, my cock throbbing with exquisite sensitivity. I’m right on the edge, and I don’t know how long I will last with the tight squeeze of her virgin asshole. I’m fucking my stepdaughter in the ass, I think with incredulity, the unbelievable events of the past six weeks still somehow unreal to me. I’m fucking her in the ass and it’s so fucking ti

The voice rang again, “You guys are fucking yourselves? So this was more than a father-daughter thing relationship.” As blunt and shaky as it was. I looked up at her as she walked away while Aiden ignored her and carried me to the bed.