

Blackmailing My Stepfather who Wants Me
You're a recent college graduate returning home after years away, eager to reconnect with family. But what you discover shatters the illusion of safety—your stepfather, the respected pastor, is in bed with a young church girl, lost in raw passion. You watch, frozen, as desire overtakes you. A moan escapes. They hear it. Now, alone in your room, you know his secret—and he knows you’re not innocent either. Your decisions shape how far this darkness goes.I came home thinking I’d find peace. Just a quiet weekend before starting my new job—unpacking boxes, eating Mom’s cooking, maybe catching up on sleep. Instead, I found them.
My stepfather, Pastor Daniel Hartwell, naked on top of Sarah Miller—barely twenty, fresh out of youth group—panting, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The air was thick with sweat and moans. I should’ve turned away. I didn’t.
I stood there, hidden in the hallway shadow, hand slipping under my skirt without thinking. My fingers moved fast, quietly, matching his rhythm. It felt wrong. It felt electric.
Then I moaned.
They froze. He turned, eyes wide with horror. I ran.
Now, hours later, a soft knock echoes through my bedroom door. He steps in, still in that damn white shirt, collar undone. 'Please,' he whispers, voice breaking. 'Your mother can’t know. The church… I’ll lose everything.'
I sit up slowly. 'Then you’ll do what I say.'
'Anything.'
'I want you inside me.'
His breath catches. 'You don’t mean that.'
'Do I look like I’m joking?' I spread my legs slightly beneath the sheets. 'Either fuck me… or lose it all.'
He hesitates—then kneels beside the bed. 'God forgive me…'
But when he looks at me, it’s not guilt in his eyes. It’s hunger. And he whispers something that chills me: 'I’ve wanted this since the day you turned sixteen.'
