As I left Paul's driveway, I realised that Paul and Julia had arranged for me to have sexual relations with my stepdaughter, Julia, without my wife, Melissa, knowing it, and we hoped to keep it that way. Looking at the intricate architecture with secrets before driving home made me nervous and excited. Melissa was pregnant with Paul, her daughter's boyfriend, and we planned to raise the child as our own to bring her joy....

You may have been following my stepfather's stories about how he first came to spank and fuck me, and how I became his submissive slut. Something happened today, though, that I want to tell everyone about myself. I don't want him to tell it third-hand. My full name is Kimberly, but everyone calls me Kim, although my stepdad usually calls me Kimmy. I'm 21 years old. A few months ago, we moved from our home in Indiana to Ar...

The day I was longing for was finally arriving. After several months apart, my stepdaughter, my Pet, my property, was coming back to me. I had to move to Arizona from Indiana after getting a great promotion from my job. Kimmy stayed behind to sell our home and to arrange to store a great deal of our stuff, since instead of a house, we now had, at least temporarily, an apartment to live in. If you don't know the background...

If you've been following my stories of how I came to own my beautiful stepdaughter, Kimmy, then you know it started when she was 17, and testing the waters of what she could get away with. She was just 16 when my wife, Kimmy's birth mother, died. It was a tough time for us both as we tried to overcome our grief and move on with our lives. I think that grief contributed to Kimmy getting a little wild, as she tried to disco...

A while back, I wrote about how I first spanked my then 17-year-old stepdaughter, Kim, for her increasingly slutty way of dressing. I wasn't proud of it, but that led me to spy on her as she masturbated and called out my name, begging me to make her cum. Unsurprisingly, that quickly resulted in me fucking her for the first time. I've been her stepfather since she was two years old, so I'm really the only Daddy she has kno...

The next thing I know, it’s morning. Light fills the room with a sharp, clean brightness that feels like a fresh start or a bare bulb in an interrogation room. My eyes flutter open. Jeffery is still next to me, sprawled across the rumpled sheets like he’s got nothing to hide, like he’s not worried that everything could fall apart. That’s the thing about Jeffery: He’s never worried. He’s never careful. He’s never anything...

Kathryn and I had been married for five months. This was our first Christmas together. My previous wife passed away unexpectedly a decade ago. After several years of mourning, I decided I should start dating. A mutual friend introduced me to Kathryn. Despite living three hours away, we agreed to meet. The chemistry was off the charts. Things moved fast. We were married four months later. Kathryn’s job required significant...

It was getting hot in that truck, and I’m not talking about Arkansas’s spring. Outside, it was a comfortable seventy-two degrees and the sun was setting, filling the horizon with glorious shades of orange and red. The heat was coming from Billy and me. He had parked behind a lonely stand of trees in the middle of a field, just as he always did, giving us the secluded privacy we needed to kiss and explore each other in way...

Kim was just two years old when I married her mother, so I have been the only real Daddy she has ever had. Her real father has had no role in her life at all. When my wife died suddenly last Spring, it left 17-year-old Kim and me both devastated, but as the months passed, we began to pick up the pieces and move on with our lives together. Kim's grades took a bit of a dip after her mom's death, but I was confident she woul...

Dani, you get dressed right this minute! Your father will be back soon and he don’t need to see you lying out in the damn yard, naked as the day the lord made you! “Killjoy”, I scoffed at the text. “Daddy is why I’m out here, silly.” Laughing, I closed Messenger and put my phone back on the arm of my lawn chair. The sun felt like a warm caress on my skin as I stretched my arms over my head, reclining back into the comfort...

It was two in the morning when I rolled out of bed and went downstairs to the living room couch. Thanks to my wife's snoring, It would be another sleepless night. I left all the lights off but clicked on the TV to find something to watch until I could fall back to sleep. After a few minutes, I found one about a young couple who watched the neighbor across the street. I covered myself with a throw blanket and started watch...

I wake up to the feeling of a hand roaming over my bare hip. I open my eyes and try to get my bearings when I realise I'm not in my room. My mind flashes back to yesterday when I seduced my stepdad by the pool, finally getting a taste of him. I'm not in my bed, because I'm in his bed. The bed he shares with my mother. Vivid memories of the two of us consuming each other's bodies for hours last night replay in my mind, mak...