Stepsis Vacation Novelas e Histórias

I had never really had that before. "So, Val," Stephano said, breaking the silence. "What do you want to do today?" I shrugged. "I don't really have any plans. I'm supposed to be resting, isn't it?" I replied. "Yeah, but I was thinking of doing something more to spice it up even more," he said. "Hmm... which is?" I was intrigued. "Let's go on a vacation to an island," he said, grinning. "like right now?" I asked.

I looked a bit like Justin Timberlake (not to flatter myself). We were headed to Aruba for a four night stay at a nice resort (I'll leave out the name to avoid any unwanted publicity). It was an adults only resort that Stephanie's brother had raved about. When we got there, it was early afternoon and we were all still energized by the knowledge that we had four days of no parental or work responsibilities ahead of. It was a feeling none of us had experienced for the better part of a decade, and it was liberating and intoxicating at the same time. Then came the first hiccup.

Stephie replied sarcastically. "Ha." Carter responded dryly, then he sent Stephie a side glance, "I know you are trying to convince me to leave you alone, but frankly Stephanie, I loved my wife, and I know she'd be fond of you. So again, what do you do on the weekends?" Stephie rolled her eyes, seeing she couldn't shake the old man, and decided to answer, "I don't really do much, I'm a seasonal volunteer at a shelter for the homeless. And when I can, I go to service here and there."

“I’m going to find my room. Then maybe one of you’d like to join me for a walk maybe?” “Sure, I'll walk with you”Stephano says sharply with a victory smile on his face. “Great”I say I drag my suitcase upstairs. Maybe this Vacation isn't that bad. Remember just try to subtract Dorian and Xavier besides their are three hot smoking men vying for your attention. “Be in control”I murmur.....

I was in the hallway when Rufus suddenly stepped out of the guest bathroom shirtless and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He didn’t say a word, he just backed me against the wall, one hand planted beside my head. “We can’t keep doing this,” he whispered, but his body said something else. His hard cock pressed against my stomach through his sweatpants. “Then stop me,” I challenged, my hand sliding up his bare chest. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck your stepdaughter.” Rufus groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”

They had all been there for about 3 days now and now it was the day of the wedding. They had plenty activities to do and Steph really enjoyed the days she spent in Hawaii. She had always wanted to go on vacation there and see how beautiful the place really was. She was there now and it was nothing short of her expectations. She and Alex even talked about coming back sometime again for a full vacation soon. Steph had been helping Mia make sure everything was ready and hadn't realized that the time was fast spent. Mia wanted Steph to stay around and be by her and Steph also didn't want to leave Mia all alone. It was only her she had.

I have to protect us both. "I’m just not stable right now, Arthur. Everything feels… so unreal. My mind is a mess. I feel like I’m walking on glass." Arthur’s expression softens, but it’s the softness of a man who wants to fix a broken toy, not a partner. "Then let’s leave. Let’s get out of this house. The atmosphere here is toxic, Ethan and his moods, the stress of the merger. Let’s go on a vacation. Just the two of us. St. Barts? The Maldives? We’ll leave tomorrow."

But when his eyes met mine, it softened—like it always did, like I was the one thing capable of grounding him. “We’re done with exams,” he said simply, as though the idea had just come to him. “Let’s disappear for a while. Just you and me. Maldives. A whole month.” I blinked, sitting up in bed, his words sinking in slowly. “A month?” I repeated, half laughing, half choking on the possibility. He only smirked, stepping closer. “Yes, a month. I already checked—private villa, by the beach, no one to bother us. Just you, me… and the baby.” His hand slid absently across my stomach, though it was still too early to show.