Secret Playing With My Stepdad Novel by Shane _ Novel




Secret Playing With My Stepdad Chapter 01

I was riding the viibrator, lost in the fantasy that it was Daddy f*cking me, when he suddenly burst into my room.
Panicked, I fumbled for the remote to shut it off, but hit the wrong button and made it buzz even harder.
Tears streaming, I begged, “Daddy, please help me…”
He stood there dripping wet in just his swim trunks, water still running down his chest.
But Dad approached and said without a second's hesitation.
“Anything, baby, Daddy will help you with anything.”
Chapter 1
Laura's POV
"Oh, there she is, the wannabe bigshot. You're moving to California? All the way from Illinois? Really? You think you can make it, Laura?"
The moment I stepped through the door, sharp words flew at me like knives.
In just a week, I was leaving home for college — a thousand kilometers away — and that had completely enraged my controlling mother. She had been yelling about it nonstop for three weeks.
"I'm telling you, don't expect a single penny from me!"
"Let the kid alone, Nancy," David called out from the outside, his tone carrying a warning.
She glared at me, muttered something under her breath, and finally stormed out.
When I was six, David became my stepfather. I never understood why a man like him would marry my mother. She was beautiful, yes — but also sharp-tongued and unbearable. David, on the other hand, was tall, gentle, and effortlessly charming. There was something grounding about him, something that made me feel safe.
The rumble of a car faded away outside.
"She's got a party tonight," David said, walking over and patting my shoulder gently. "She'll probably get drunk and crash there, so you can relax a bit."
My throat tightened. I sniffed softly instead of answering.
David sighed and opened his arms to me.
"Come on, baby girl," he said. "Give Daddy a hug."
David smiled warmly, so I jumped up like I did when I was little and threw myself into his arms. He caught my ass steady and hoisted me higher. I locked my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and buried my face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in deep—I'd always loved the way he smelled, that same faint cologne for years, like sunshine and fresh-cut grass. Maybe he'd just mowed the lawn; I rested my head on his shoulder, thinking that.
"I gotta say, you're a hell of a lot heavier than when you were little," David teased, tossing me up just a bit before pretending he couldn't hold on and starting to lower me to the floor. I clung to his neck, refusing to let go. "No way—I've been dieting all summer! The scale says I've dropped ten pounds!" I squealed, wriggling against him.
I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, clinging like I never wanted to let go—I knew I'd miss David a thousand times more than Mom. I pressed myself to him like a koala, legs locked hard around his lean, powerful waist, and felt my cheeks flush.
By then, something was wedged hard against my pussy. I thought it was just David's belt buckle, so I squirmed on instinct, trying to ease the pressure, but it wasn't cold metal—it was thick, alive, swelling heavier every time I moved…And then I remembered: he was only wearing sweatpants today.
I realized something, my face burned, but I didn't stop.
I squeezed Daddy's waist tighter with my thighs and gave my little ass another wiggle. Daddy suddenly landed a sharp smack on it."Settle down, Laura—you're about to slip right out of Daddy's arms."
As if to prove it, he leaned forward, against me the wall behind, pinning me even deeper into his embrace. His big hands gripped the tops of my thighs like he was scared I'd fall. His body ground against mine, that stiff dick shoving against my panties—I was in a short skirt that day, no safety shorts. Through just that thin scrap of fabric, I swore he was almost inside. The thought drove me wild; my panties were soaked through.
"There we go, good girl—don't stay mad at your mom. We'll figure something out." Daddy suddenly set me down. He ruffled my hair gently, then stepped behind the kitchen counter, hiding his lower half.
"—what're you in the mood for lunch? Takeout, or you brave enough to suffer my cooking?" I watched David head to the stove, his tank top damp from working on some project, clinging to every ridge of muscle and the strong line of his back. My mind flashed unstoppably to those powerful hands and that hard cock from a minute ago; my cheeks were on fire. That filthy little thought I'd shoved down a thousand times reared its head again…
"Anything's fine—yours is great," I mumbled, then bolted upstairs. "I'll be down for lunch!"
"Bam!" I slammed the door, flung myself face-first into the bed, and screamed silently into the pillow.
I wanted David. I mean, I wanted my stepdad to fuck me.
This wasn't the first time the thought had hit me. The very first time Shirley and I snuck an A-movie, I realized the man I pictured pinning me to the sheets, the man I imagined sliding his fingers through my soaked folds, hoisting my legs over his shoulders and pounding me senseless… was my dad.
At first I couldn't stomach it. I avoided David like the plague. He was the perfect father; I wasn't supposed to feel like this. But David noticed I was dodging him. One morning he drove me to school, and when we pulled up he leaned across to unbuckle my seatbelt. His broad shoulders folded around me like a blanket, and he asked softly, "What's going on with my little girl? Did Daddy do something wrong?"
I knew I was done for.
***
My hand slipped into my panties like it had a mind of its own, finding my clit, but the longer I rubbed the more frustrated I got. Coming just wasn't cutting it anymore. I remembered what Shirley told me last time:
"Trust me, girl, you need a vibrator. Especially for a coward like you who won't jump her own stepdad. Just pretend it's Daddy's diick inside you."
I bit my lip and reached under the pillow for my phone. Maybe I really should… Wait, when did I even order anything?
I opened a delivery notification from two hours ago: package out for delivery, ETA 12 p.m. today. My phone had been on silent all day. I switched to WhatsApp. There it was, Shirley at 10 a.m.:
"Hey Laura, I knew you'd chicken out, so I bought the vibrator for you. It'll be delivered today. Have fun exploring before college! Don't thank me too hard "
I glanced at the clock on the wall, 12:10 p.m. Thank God, maybe it's running late…I'd better haul ass downstairs right now; no way in hell am I letting David sign for that package.
Then the doorbell downstairs rang like a horror-movie jump scare.
"Hey, good afternoon! It's Delivery."
No way!!!

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