Tight Stepdaughter Novels & Stories

His breath, steady and controlled, disturbs them further. My grip tightens on the pole. "You hold tension in your left shoulder when you're afraid." His voice is low, unhurried, almost conversational. The voice of a man discussing something obvious. "You always did." My left shoulder is rigid. I hadn't noticed. "You're stronger than you were at seventeen." A pause. "You hide it better too." I don't answer. My heart is slamming against my ribs. My hands are gripping the chrome so hard the metal is warming under my palms.

I chuckled, but my mind kept drifting to how her lips looked wet from the wine, how the sweater had slipped further down her shoulder. I shifted in the chair, trying to ignore the low throb that had started in my groin. She’s your stepdaughter, you asshole. Sarah’s daughter who was twenty years younger. She was off-limits in every way that mattered. “You’ve been quiet lately,” she said suddenly, tilting her head. The fire crackled behind her words. “Like… really quiet. Even before Mom bailed on the trip. Everything okay at home?”

This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest. But fuck it, I saw an opportunity, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I decided right then and there that I was gonna get my hands on both the MILF and the stepdaughter. If I played my cards right, I could turn them into my own personal fucking ATM. I was gonna milk them dry, and they wouldn't even know what hit 'em.

she scoffs. “I wouldn’t do that shit. And also, I personally don’t want you in the big girls’ team if you’re a skinny little wimp,” I complain, pushing her hard enough to make her stumble backwards. She growls and jumps at me to try a very weak submission move. I don’t budge at all. “You know I bulk up easily, Dad. Fucking stop being so strict already, it doesn’t fit you. Are we going to spar or are you going to keep nagging me like a bitch?”

"I just walked in to find you face-fucking my stepdaughter. Explain yourself." "Watch your tone. I'm still your older brother and I'll still belt you across the mouth when necessary." Cain's cold warning jolts me, but I still scoot closer, pressing my face against the backs of his legs. "I didn't know who she was." My stepfather shoves a hand through his perfectly styled hair and laughs. "You expect me to believe that? Jesus, man. She's barely out of high school." Cain curses. "She's legal, though?"

I was coming down for breakfast when I overheard my weak and ineffective step-father having an argument with my mother. My step-father Willard, as usual vented his anger at me “Wanda!! When are you going to send your fucking insatiable brat of a daughter to reform school? She is a morally deficient SLUT!! That girl is a self-centred oversexed fucking machine!! And I do mean a FUCKING SEX MACHINE!! I don’t think there isn’t a person in this city she hasn’t fucked”

I look my stepdad in the eyes, give him a coy smile, and lower my pussy right onto his dick. Daddy’s POV My stepdaughter’s velvet pussy slides onto me slowly, like a too- small sleeve being pulled over a muscular arm. She’s so fucking tight. So fucking tight. I keep my eyes locked on hers as she lowers herself. She’s soaking wet, but even that isn’t enough to ease the entrance of my enormous cock. She bites her lip and moans a little, and I swear I almost come right then. “Daddy, you’re so big,” she says incredulously, her caramel- colored eyes wide. “I didn’t know cocks could be this big...”

And the girl knew how to hold a grudge. Even if I didn’t reply, Julian texted again. [Julian: Don’t tell me the daughter is with you?] [Me: Well, good thing I didn’t say that, huh?] Instead of replying to my text, he called me straight up. I held back a sigh and brought the phone up to my ear. “You sneaky bastard.” He said as soon as I answered. “Did you send your wife away just so you can have alone time with your stepdaughter? That’s twisted.”

Imagine being strict with her because you never wanted her to land in the arms of horrible men like me, and then imagine finding out she's been raped, under your very own nose. I failed. I couldn't protect her. My father didn't teach her well enough the things she has to know about men and I put in the worst effort in preping her. I lost it. Some big brother I am! So after all my tyranny and planting fear for me in her heart, this still happened? I thought I had it covered but I failed woefully. My mom would most certainly be looking down at me from heaven with angred eyes.