Novel & Cerita Tight Stepdaughter

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

" I sat down on a chair, taking a slow sip from my coffee mug, completely unbothered. George had always been proud of his son being a civil servant. But it was also his Achilles' heel. Sweat broke out across his forehead when he heard my words. "You're my older sister, Anne. Are you really going to just stand there and watch me get bullied like this?" Seeing how insistent I was, George quickly turned to the one person in the family he thought he could still manipulate. "I don't care. I'm listening to my daughter-in-law. That money was saved for her wedding gift. You have to pay me back." Mrs. Hearth turned away, refusing to look at his face.

Dad froze completely. A chill seemed to climb from his feet to the top of his head. At last, he understood. The daughter who once secretly lit up over a single word of praise had disappeared. Mia Lawson had become a perfect, efficient academic machine. Dad's hand trembled. In the end, he turned and left. A suppressed sob escaped his throat. Dad locked himself in his room for a long time before coming out. His relationship with Ava deteriorated, too. Dad did not reflect on his own mistakes. Instead, he vented his anger at Ava with even more cruelty.

Her mother really knew how to frustrate her so much. "And can you be like your sister who is finally ready to settle down? Quit fun and get into something very serious. If you know that your relationship with this new guy is going to be casual, end it now!" She snapped irritatedly at her daughter. It was so easy for her to turn tables of blame just like Dalton.

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

"Put yourself together. Don't make me do something I am going to regret." Something inside me snapped. All the fear, all the restraint, all the years of being a dutiful daughter, it all burned away in an instant. I walked toward him, my steps measured, my eyes locked on his. "Of course, you are doing what you will regret already," I said, my voice was low and dangerous. "You are locking up your only daughter. You are forcing her to marry the man who will murder you. You are sealing all our fates because you are too stubborn to listen." The slap came so fast I didn't see it coming. Not at all.

“Daddy, I don't know if Nick is enough to make me a good girl. I might just need both of you next time.” My stepfather swallows but then smiles. “I guess your Daddy can set a little time aside to discipline his bratty little stepdaughter now and then.”

This was the first time I’d ever seen him like this — and being home after weeks in the dorms made it feel even more dangerous, more wrong, and so much hotter. Then he opened his mouth and set me on fire. “Ohhh shit… Brandi,” he groaned, voice deep and rough. “Fuck, my dirty little stepdaughter… you’re such a tease in that cheer uniform. Shaking that perfect ass for your stepdad every practice.” His hand sped up, veins bulging on his forearm. “I watch you jump and bend over, that tiny skirt flipping up, showing off your tight young cunt. You know Daddy’s cock gets hard for you every time you come home from the dorms, don’t you, baby girl?”

“I need to cum so bad…” The guilt hit me like a punch to the chest. This was my stepdaughter. Nineteen years old.. And here I was, three thick fingers buried knuckle-deep in her soaked cunt, slowly fucking her while she moaned like a desperate little slut. I should untie her. I should walk out. Instead, I curled my fingers deeper, stroking that spongy spot inside her that made her back arch off the bed. “Fuck, Sophia… your pussy is so small and tight,” I whispered, voice rough. “Look how it’s gripping my fingers.”

Shit, why was she making me have these wicked thoughts? “But he hasn't done anything wrong. He's just trying to help me out.” Her voice shook. When I turned slightly, she shrank back into her corner of the seat and my lips spread with a dry smile. “Oh really? You have so much trust for a stranger but not your stepdaddy.” Even the word ‘stepdadfy’ sounds like a fucking joke to my ears, when it shouldn't. I shouldn't be seeing my stepdaughter as a woman, but I am.