Claimed by Her Stepdad

Chapter 1

The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of settling wood. Mark sat in the leather armchair in the living room, a half-finished glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the two girls on the couch.

Lila was his stepdaughter. Nineteen. Dark hair still damp from the shower, wearing one of his old t-shirts that barely covered the tops of her thighs and nothing underneath.

Her friend Maya sat beside her, eighteen, blonde, in a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that did nothing to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

They’d been drinking wine coolers for the last hour, laughing too loudly at first, then growing quieter, more aware of him.

He’d been patient. Months of watching Lila walk around the house in less and less.

Months of catching her looking at him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

Maya had started sleeping over more often after her own parents’ divorce.

The two of them were always together now.

Whispering. Touching each other in that casual, testing way girls did when they were curious and a little drunk.

Mark set the glass down.

“Come here.”

Lila’s eyes flicked up. Maya froze mid-sip. Neither of them moved at first. Then Lila stood, the hem of the shirt riding higher, showing the soft underside of her ass. She walked over on bare feet and stopped in front of his chair. Maya stayed on the couch, watching.

Mark reached out and hooked two fingers in the bottom of Lila’s shirt, tugging her forward until she stood between his knees. He looked up at her face.

“You’ve been teasing me for a long time,” he said quietly. “Both of you.”

Lila’s breath hitched. “I wasn’t—”

He cut her off by sliding his hand under the shirt and cupping her bare cunt. She was already wet. He dragged one finger through her slit, slow, and watched her lips part.

“Don’t lie.”

Maya made a small sound from the couch. Mark looked past Lila’s hip at her.

“You too. Get over here.”

Maya hesitated only a second, then stood and walked over.

Mark kept two fingers working slowly between Lila’s legs while he reached for Maya with his other hand.

He pulled her closer by the waistband of her shorts, then shoved the fabric down her thighs.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath either.

Her pussy was smooth, pink, already glistening.

He pushed Lila’s shirt up over her breasts and left it bunched under her arms. Then he did the same with Maya’s tank top, yanking it up so both girls stood half-naked in front of him, tits out, cunts exposed.

“On your knees.”

They dropped together. Mark opened his jeans and pulled his cock out.

It was thick, already hard, the head shiny.

He didn’t have to tell them what to do. Lila leaned in first, licking the underside from base to tip.

Maya joined her a second later, their tongues meeting around the head.

He watched them share him—lips sliding, spit mixing, soft wet sounds filling the quiet room.

He rested a hand on the back of each girl’s head and fucked their mouths in turns. First Lila, deeper, until her eyes watered and spit ran down her chin onto her tits. Then Maya, who took him greedily, humming around him while Lila licked his balls and the shaft that wasn’t in her friend’s mouth.

When he pulled out, both of them were breathing hard, mouths shiny.

“Up. Lila, turn around and bend over the arm of the chair. Maya, get behind her and spread her open for me.”

Lila obeyed immediately, draping herself over the wide leather arm so her ass was high and her face was pressed into the seat cushion. Maya moved behind her, hands on Lila’s cheeks, pulling them apart so Mark could see everything—pink hole, wet cunt, the little tremor in Lila’s thighs.

He stepped up and rubbed the head of his cock through Lila’s folds, coating himself.

Then he pushed in. One long, slow thrust until he bottomed out.

Lila made a broken sound into the leather.

He stayed deep for a few seconds, grinding, letting her feel how full she was, then started fucking her in steady, heavy strokes.

Maya watched, still holding Lila open, her own breathing shallow.

Mark reached back, caught Maya’s wrist, and pulled her around to the side of the chair so he could keep pounding Lila while he shoved three fingers into Maya’s cunt.

She was dripping. He finger-fucked her hard while he fucked his stepdaughter, the wet sounds of both of them loud in the room.

“Kiss her,” he ordered.

Maya leaned down and Lila lifted her head enough for their mouths to meet.

They kissed sloppily while Mark used them both—cock in one, fingers in the other.

He felt Lila start to clench around him and sped up, slamming into her until she came with a muffled cry against Maya’s mouth.

He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out, still hard, shiny with her cum.

“Maya. On your back on the floor. Legs open.”

She scrambled down. Mark dropped to his knees between her thighs and drove into her in one thrust. She was tighter than Lila, hotter.

He fucked her hard from the start, hands braced on the floor beside her head, watching her tits bounce.

Lila crawled over and knelt beside them. Mark turned his head.

“Sit on her face. I want to watch you ride her tongue while I fuck her.”

Lila swung a leg over Maya’s head and lowered herself.

Maya’s hands came up to grip Lila’s thighs as Lila started grinding down on her mouth.

Mark watched the two of them—Lila’s wet cunt sliding over Maya’s tongue and chin, Maya’s eyes half-closed in pleasure as he pounded her.

He reached up and pinched Lila’s nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers while he fucked Maya deeper.

He lasted longer this time. When he finally felt the edge coming he pulled out of Maya, shoved Lila forward so she was on all fours over her friend, and pushed back into Lila’s cunt from behind.

Three hard thrusts and he buried himself to the root, coming hard, flooding her.

He stayed locked inside her, pulsing, while Lila kept grinding on Maya’s face and Maya came under them with a muffled moan.

When he finally pulled out, cum leaked from Lila in a thick trickle that ran down her thigh. Mark sat back on his heels and looked at both of them—flushed, messy, breathing hard.

“Bedroom. Now. Both of you.”

They got up without a word and walked ahead of him down the hall, still mostly naked, cum and spit and their own wetness shiny on their skin. Mark followed, already hardening again.

He wasn’t finished claiming them. Not even close.