Best Stephen King Novels & Stories

"Going somewhere, stepsis?" I hated the pleading tone in my voice. "Let me go. Please." "Now she's asking," he chuckled, blowing minty breath in my face. "How polite. Maybe my father was right about you after all." His lips were only inches away from my ear now, and he asked in a whisper, "Is that how you'll beg me to fuck you, little stepsister? In that sweet little voice, too? Because it'll happen at some point. We both know it will."

Could be, Stephanie thought. What steps will Stephanie take to win Stefan's heart?

"This is wrong! He’s my stepbrother and I hate him! He’s cruel, he’s disrespectful and he makes my life miserable. But why can’t I tear my eyes away? It’s like I’m hypnotized, staring at his body, dammit!” Oh no! This can’t be happening. I am not attracted to him. Yes, he has a nice body, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a terrible person. And I shouldn’t be admiring him. He's my stepbrother for Pete’s sake! I can’t be lusting over my freaking stepbrother!

But Kade’s focus never wavered from me… I was so in tune with him, I could tell he was walking towards us, and each step made me feel like prey. “What else? You’re getting old, which means you’re one step closer to dying. So Maya and I thought… why not come over and celebrate?” The audacity in his tone made Carlo’s jaw tighten, but beneath it, I swore I saw a flicker of twisted pride. “And besides,” Kade's attention came back to me, but I kept my eyes on anything but him, “we had to see your new wife, our new stepmother. Won't you introduce us, old man?”

We walked out to the altar. Then, when I saw Harry at the end, I felt pressured by his aura. I reluctantly endured the pressure as I noticed that my future stepfather was also physically more remarkable. He looked stunning even though he was slightly older than my mother. Harry's blue eyes contrasted nicely with his exotic-looking brown skin. Then, his neat brown hair and charming smile made me wonder why they could fall in love at first sight. Harry walked over to us and extended his hand to my mom. "Thank you, Elsie." He gave me a quick, unsmiling glance like he didn't care about me. While I just nodded before they left to say their wedding vows.

Magnus’s POV “While you were having your beauty sleep, my guards were out scouting the area.” “And we found out she made it into the east side of the woods. For the sake of everything you hold dear. Pray I find her in one piece. Not a single scratch or hair out of place. And pray none of your pack members had something to do with her disappearance.” “I freaking told you. It's not me.” My step-son is an open book. I have not been with him in years, but his body language is still the same and now it's communicating that he's clueless, just like I am.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

"For how long have you been paralyzed ?” “A few months I believe…uhm… since September.” “ Only from the knees down?” “Yes.” The doctor nodded, looking down at his papers intently. We’ve been to the hospital for a few hours now and the boys were waiting for me outside. “Do you know what deep vein thrombosis means?” I looked at the doctor, shaking my head. I hated biology. I was one of those people who read organism as orgasm and invagination as imagination. Biology and I were more parallel than the opposite faces of a ruler.

I loved to watch videos of people having sex or pleasuring themselves. I read a lot about it too. I was a little too into someone who had never done it before. I had never sucked a cock before either, My only worry was being bad at it and turning Steve off. "Here..now?" I asked. He simply straightened and pulled his pants down. "Get on your knees Olivia.” I watched as he wrapped his hand around his shaft. He slowly stroked it looking directly at my breasts. "What if my mom comes- He closed his eyes for a brief moment and repeated his words, "Get on your fucking knees Olivia."

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.