Bred And Filled Up By My Hot Step Daddy Behind My Sleeping Mom (Forbidden Secret Affairs #9)

Chapter 1

"Mom! Dad! I'm back!" I announced the moment I stepped into the sitting room. It was as if no one was in the house.

Taking a deep, satisfying breath, I absorbed the familiar scent of our air-conditioned living room.

There was really no place like home, especially after four grueling, exhausting time spent on campus.

My name is Isabella. I'm in my final year in university, twenty years old, and without a single doubt in my mind, the hottest girl on campus.

That is not just me being arrogant either; it was an undeniable fact known by everyone who walked those college hallways. Heads turn whenever I walk past, and guys constantly find reasons to strike up a conversation with me.

I am far more than just a pretty face to look at.

Judging by my CGPA, I’m a potential first-class student heading straight toward a top degree.

I am a remarkably intelligent girl, highly ambitious, and drop-dead gorgeous.

I have always known how to use both my brains and my looks to get exactly what I want out of life, and so far, it has worked like a charm.

"My princess!" The deep, familiar voice echoed from the hallway, breaking through the quietness of the house.

My stepdad showed up, emerging from the corridor wearing his blue pajamas.

The moment my eyes caught sight of him, a huge smile broke out across my face.

I let go of my heavy luggage and rushed right toward him without holding back.

I threw my arms around him, wrapping them tightly around his neck as I pulled him into a desperate hug.

"I missed you, Daddy," I said softly, resting my chin against his shoulder.

"I missed you too, my princess," he replied. His voice was warm and filled with genuine affection. He ran his fingers gently through my hair while wrapping his other arm firmly around my back to hold me close to him.

Standing wrapped up in his embrace, I felt safer and more protected than ever before.

No matter how chaotic or stressful things got at school, being near him instantly washed all my worries away.

As I leaned into his chest, I could smell the rich, lingering scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the fresh smell of soap.

It was a scent that had meant comfort to me for as long as I could remember.

The truth is, I love my stepdad more than anybody else in the entire world. Yes, even more than my own mom.

To the people around, he was just my stepdad, but to me, he was the best daddy in the whole world.

He came into my life when I was just a little girl, at a time when everything around me seemed to be falling apart.

My biological dad had divorced my mom and completely rejected me simply because I was born a girl.

After my mom gave birth to me, she couldn't conceive again. So he impregnated a strange woman and divorced my mom. He wanted a son to carry on his legacy, that girls are useless.

He didn't care about me at all, leaving my mother and me behind without ever looking back or checking to see if I was surviving.

My stepdad married my mom a year later, stepping into our fragile lives and instantly becoming the loving dad I thought I had lost forever.

He stepped up without hesitation, showering me with affection and treating me like his own flesh and blood.

Over the years, he cared about me so much that I naturally became much closer to him than anyone else.

My stepdad was the one shouldering all the bills. He wasn't extremely wealthy, but he was certainly rich enough to comfortably take care of all my needs and desires. Without him, I wouldn't even be enrolled in university. And very soon, I will be graduating.

"Look at you. You have changed a lot," he said, gently loosening his grip on the hug and stepping back just enough to take a good look at me. His eyes slowly scanned my body from head to toe, holding his gaze on me for a second longer than usual.

I knew exactly what he meant, even though he didn't say the exact words out loud. I hadn't added any height over the past one year, standing at the same average height I always had. What had changed was my body—I had added more fat, but in all the perfect places.

My waist seemed smaller, while my thighs had gotten thicker and curvier. My breasts were fuller, filling out my fitted top, and my ass had grown noticeably rounder.

I knew how attractive I was looking in the outfit I had chosen for the trip home.

I was fully aware of the power my body held, and I knew that even though he was my stepdad, he would still look twice at me.

There was a subtle shift in the air, a brief moment where he seemed to realize that the little girl he raised was now a fully grown woman.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm twenty now. You don't expect me to be looking the way I was a year ago," I replied with a light chuckle, tossing my hair over my shoulder and flashing him a playful, confident smile.

"I go to the gym and eat good food," I added smoothly, placing one hand on my hip to accentuate my curves even further.

It was a clean, innocent explanation that sounded perfectly believable.

But what I didn't tell him, and what I would never dare say out loud to him, was the real secret behind my body's sudden transformation.

I kept quiet about my campus boyfriend, the most popular soccer player, the guy who spent most of his nights inside my dorm room, sucking my breasts, and fucking me hard until the sun came up.