Craving for My Stepdad's Love: Where Desire meets Taboo

Warning: This story contains themes of dark romance and explicit, steamy sex. It's intended for mature readers, 18 and over as it delves into intense passion, taboo romance and crossing boundaries. Note that all of the characters are above 18 and their consent is taken before any of the intense scenes. If you're not into taboo relationships and intense, forbidden desire, this might not be the story for you, read with caution and know that all these are fictional themes.

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They say your first love is unforgettable, but they never tell you what to do when your first love is the one man you can't have.

I was sixteen when I first realized I had feelings for Shane Shepherd. He was my father's best friend, always around at family gatherings. He was older, confident, with a dangerous edge that made my teenage heart race every time he entered the room. I knew it was wrong to think of him that way, to feel my cheeks heat up whenever he looked at me, but I couldn't help it. There was something about him that drew me in, made me feel alive in ways I never knew I could.

For two years, I kept my feelings to myself, hiding the way my pulse quickened whenever he was near. But on my eighteenth birthday, I decided to be bold. Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on me a moment too long that night. Whatever it was, I found myself alone with him, my heart pounding in my chest, courage bubbling up inside me.

I kissed him.

It was a brief, desperate act of defiance against all the reasons why I shouldn't have. For a split second, I thought I felt him kiss me back, but then it was over. His hands gripped my arms and he pushed me away, his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite name. Disgust? Desire? I didn't know.

"This is wrong," he had said, his voice cold and steady, shattering whatever hope had sparked in my chest. "You need to forget this ever happened."

He left me there, standing in the dark, heartbroken and humiliated. I left Braxton City the next day, vowing to forget him, to bury that kiss deep within the recesses of my mind where it couldn't hurt me anymore.

Years passed, and I thought I had succeeded. I had moved on, or so I told myself. But coming back to Braxton City, I realized some feelings never truly go away. And finding out Shane was now my stepfather was like a cruel twist of fate. The man I once wanted so desperately was now tied to me in a way that was even more forbidden than before.

The moment I saw him again, I knew. The sparks hadn't faded; they'd only been lying dormant, waiting to be reignited. Shane Shepherd was more off-limits now than he ever was. But sometimes, the most dangerous temptations are the hardest to resist.

So, this is my story. A story of forbidden love, of crossing lines that were never meant to be crossed. And if you're ready to follow me down this path, I warn you-it's going to be a dark and steamy journey. One you may not be able to put down.

Lauren Wayne....

I stood outside the freezing, silent hallway crouching low near a wall, my heart pounding heavily as I slowly lifted my bloodstained hands up to my face, the blood trickling between my fingers, dropping on the white tiles, forming small pools beneath me.

I gazed down to my wedding gown, half already stained with blood and clasped my hands together on my head, sobbing silently. Today was supposed to be my wedding, but here I am clutching onto a thin line between life and death.

"Miss Wayne?" A voice echoed down the corridor, snapping me out of my trance. I blinked nervously, jolting back to reality as I stood quickly from the ground, almost stumbling as I hurried toward the man in white coats.

"My father, how is he? I ran here as soon as I could when I heard of his accident." My hands shook uncontrollably as I reached out, grabbing hold of his sleeves as if they were the only thing capable of giving me hope.

Hope that my father will be okay...Hope that I could return soon to say I do to the man who I always wished to spend my eternity with.

"How is he?" I gasped, my breath coming in hitches seeing that he hadn't responded to my previous question. "He's alive, right? Tell me he's alive. That man there is my father. He can't die...He can't..." As much as I tried to be sane, tears clawed their way down my cheeks. I fisted my hand tighter on him knowing he wasn't responding.

It can't be...it obviously can't be...

I muttered, losing the last drop of sanity remaining in me. I watched as the doctor's face fell, and gently he placed a hand on mine, releasing my grip on him. "I am sorry, he couldn't survive. He had a concussion and was brought dead to the hospital. We will need you to sign some form and have him taken to the morgue."

On hearing this, I choked on my tears, falling on my knees, shaking nervously, my whole world shattering within a few hours. Gradually I raised my head, spotting a familiar face standing faraway in the corridor, my fingers clenching to my sides.

She was the one responsible for all this! She did all this! If she had kept her cheating scandal away from daddy and disappeared just like she did seven years ago, he wouldn't have found out, and he wouldn't have had the accident--that woman was my mother.

A motherfucking whore that couldn't keep her legs closed!

I rushed towards her, my hands latched open aiming to grab onto her neck but the woman was obviously quicker, grabbing onto my arms. She stared coldly at me, gripping onto my wrist with no sort of remorse as if this is how she wanted it to happen.

She wanted Daddy to die, to have a heart attack so she can leave to be with her dream man, the man she had been moaning for anytime he wasn't around.

"Get out! I don't want to see your ugly face anymore. You are disgusting. Why are you back? Run just like you did seven years ago."

"You wouldn't blame me honey, you just wouldn't blame me. I needed a better life, I deserve a better life but he couldn't give it to me. You'd understand when you grow up. You will understand that you have to make sacrifices in order to survive."

Sacrifices? I heard her shamelessly say. As expected from a whore who only thought about herself. What about me that waited dusk till dawn everyday just for her to return? I didn't make sacrifices too?

I have moved on, why couldn't she understand that and stop appearing in both our lives?

"I will not understand! I will not, not in this life. Look at me, you ruined my wedding, dad is dead about to be taken to the morgue, and you...nothing!" I screamed, yanking my hands out of her grip but was not too successful, my words forming a lump in my throat.

There were many things I wanted to say, wanted to scream but I couldn't. I never expected to have such a whore as a mother, yes I said it-my mother is a whore!

If not, why would she be sleeping around with a random man on their matrimonial bed?

I took deep breaths, steadying the remaining sanity I had left with and looked at her, forcing those words out of my mouth. I wanted to know-wanted to know why she had done all these.

Our family was not too great in terms of wealth but it was perfect- something I dreamed my family in the future will be, however, I met something I thought would never happen-My mom was cheating on my dad. I walked in to see her naked, and underneath her laps was a man slightly 6'3 tall licking her cunt.

I ran out of the room before anyone could see me but six times in a month, it had occurred. Anytime dad was out on a business trip, he accompanied her, helping her warm the bed for her.

"You don't have to understand, you just have to know that life is not a bed of roses."

"But my father loved you, why? Why did you do all this? He gave you everything he had! Didn't you think he would have a heart attack when he found out you were screwing another man? Tell me who the man is? Tell me, I deserve to know who licks my mom's pussy when my dad's not around."

Yes I said, I said it and I wasn't afraid of saying it again and again. I felt my mother's strained gaze falling on me, her disgusted lips curling up into a smirk.

"I don't have regrets, Lauren. I don't..." That was all I needed to hear from her. I needed to know if her actions were mistakes but it wasn't and today, she clearly drew the line to my confusion.

I turned around seeing that the doctor had been listening in on our conversation and went to him, requesting for the consent form to be handed over to me. I didn't bother reading through the details and immediately penned down my signature, heading for the exit.

"Lauren," She called out to me, her voice cold and her face pale. She had little blood on the right side of her chin and a little scratch on her neck from the accident. "Do you want to know who I have been sleeping around with? It is Shane Shepherd, your dad's best friend. Shane is a good guy, he loves me and I know I love him. If in this life or the next I am given a choice to make, I will make that same choice ten times- I will choose no one but Shane."

Shane Shepherd, I heard her say...

I was dumbfounded and in the split second of time frozen to hear his name ringing in my head–Shane Shepherd. It couldn't be that the man I caught on the bed with mom was him!

He was my dad's best friend, someone who stood up for my dad, and stuck through him during difficulties. It couldn't be him who would betray my dad in the end?

And of all women he could screw, it was my mother!

I knew she was deliberately fueling my anger, trying to find out what I could do but I was too exhausted to spare her a glance, I just wanted to be in the arms of my lover and spend this tragic night without having to remember any of this and one way hope that karma will truly be a bitch.

"Your dad needs to sign the divorce paper before you go."

"He is dead! He is fucking dead, you are free, isn't that you always wanted? Go to hell mother, I wish you will just go to hell!" I screamed, running out from the corridor and going left. I leaned against the wall, my body slipping down to the ground while I cried heavily, clutching to my knees. Nothing else came to my mind other than crying.

And just when I had finished crying, I heard a quick run towards me. It was the doctor who had attended to me right now and behind him was a green stretcher, with several nurses rolling it. My eyes blurred out as I saw my mother laying on it in pain and hurriedly rose from the ground.

As if he had guessed what was running through my mind, he said. "Your mother is having a miscarriage. Call your father or any close relatives of hers, she has a lot too much blood."

My head spurned sideways, tracing the trickles of blood on the white tiles where they had come from.

'Mother was pregnant?' My fingers curled up to a fist having my nails dug into my palms and my knuckles turning white. I spotted her handbag on the ground and went over to it, rummaging through it until I could find her cellphone.

I unlocked it after a while scrolling through her call logs, my pacing in the hallway increasing. I tapped on the number with the name, Shane Hubby and switched it to call. "Pick up the damn phone." I muttered, my legs wobbling from the stress my body was going through.

As much as I hated my mother, I couldn't let her die an easy death. It was just too easy for her to die of miscarriage! She deserved something more painful.

I put the phone close to my ears, with hopes of him picking up however was met with the same response over and over again.

"The number you are failing is currently switched off, please try again later or better still leave a voicemail." I groaned, clutching to the cellphone and tried again, over and over, the same response hitting me on my face.

I scrolled over to her chats with Shane, reading through it, every one of them stunning me.

'Baby, when will you come back home? I am about to break things up with my husband, Richard and then I have news I have been wanting to let you know; I am pregnant. Come home hubby, let's celebrate the night with some champagne.'

This was her last chat with him and it was clear that he had seen it but hadn't answered her. My mind reeling from the shock that my mother could have been cheated from the tone of her chat. I was curious to know more about their relationship and the more I scrolled through their chats, the tenser it became.

It was as if my mother was the one doing the whole chatting herself barely his response anywhere. I then darted over to the hallway, the doctor closing his eyes impatiently awaiting for me to make my decision.

'I couldn't...I just couldn't make any decision right now.' I said internally, my mood worsening. It wasn't in my power to ask the baby to be removed to save my mother even though I wanted it to be removed.

It was his baby, it was Shane's baby, my crush's child and he needed to make that decision by himself. And then, I looked sideways through the porcelain glass next to me, my mother unconscious and weak.

I hated her to the core, but I couldn't leave her alone. I exhaled, glancing at the wristwatch. If I stayed any longer, the wedding would be over and if I left, my mother wouldn't be able to survive it either.

I was thrown between the deep blue sea and the devil himself with no way out. "Have the baby cut off..."

"There are complications to it. Your mother's pregnancy is ectopic and if I severe the baby, she will fall into a deep coma due to hypoxia and if I don't, she and the baby will die together. Make a choice."

"And I made my choice, I want the baby to be removed."

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Hours and hours passed and I couldn't count the dozens of times I had cried. I raised up my gaze to my buzzing phone, seeing the hundreds of phone calls and messages from Denny, my fiancè and only one struck me dumbfounded.

I trembled, my head barely able to register what I had read.

'Since you decided to run off your own wedding, don't blame me for calling off the engagement. Lauren Wayne, it is over. Our relationship is over.'

I read, absorbing word for word of everything on the screen and lowered my head, my tears trickling down. I had chosen my whore of a mother over my fiancè.

"Please be alright, mother. I know I hate you but I can't let you die. I have already lost my father, I can't lose you." I kept on muttering some sort of consoling words to myself and soon, the room door opened up and he came out, his face distorted.

I already guessed what he was going to say, after all, this day couldn't get as much worse as it already is.

"Your mother lost a lot of blood. We found out she was four months heavily pregnant and the child was growing on her fallopian tubes. There were a lot of complications but..."

But what? I screamed to myself, unable to take this suspense any more. If she died, he should just say it, why did he have to put me through torment over some shitty news that obviously was bad?

"But we were able to subdue her heavy bleeding. She fell into a coma and we are not so sure of how long she will wake up. It might take a whole year and six months. Please prepare for the worst, and get the husband of the baby ASAP, we may have to prepare her for major surgery tomorrow."

'Damn, where was I supposed to find Shane this time around to fucking tell him my mother was pregnant for him!'