Dating My Stepson Novels & Stories

Her voice trembled with happiness as she promised to love, honor, and cherish him until death or whatever clause lawyers wrote into modern marriages. I hated every second of it. My fingers twisted the program in my lap until the paper crumpled. Four years since Dad left. Two years of watching Mom cry into her wine glass. And now this. A new husband. A new life. A new set of people I was supposed to call family. I hadn’t even met the stepson yet. He’d been away at some exclusive university on the East Coast, too busy or too important to show up for the engagement party or the endless dinners Mom had tried to arrange.

I didn’t. “Yeah,” he said, voice dropping even lower. “I know how it is. He leaves you here all alone… looking like that.” My breath caught. Heat pooled low in my belly, heavy and insistent. This was wrong. He was my stepson. I had helped raise him since he was fourteen. I had baked his birthday cakes and signed his report cards. But the way he was looking at me right now wasn’t the way a son looks at his mother. It was hungry. Male. Possessive.

How could the best thing in my life just walk away? Now, my mother and Leo are in some kind of secret thing. This will never happen if I am still breathing on this earth. I was not joking when I told him a few days ago: it is either me, or it is nobody. Leo belongs to me. He is the only man my body wants. My skin still remembers his touch. My heart is still his. What would people even say? That my ex-boyfriend is now dating my mother. A woman twice his age. It sounds stupid. It sounds pathetic. It makes our whole family a joke.

His reply reminded me of Tony Umez in those ancient nolly movies. "Come over in an hour and text me immediately after you leave your house." I texted back. Rose walked into my room, sitting on my bed with a worried look on her face. "What's wrong babe?" I asked her. "It's a boy." She replied. Always so straight to the point. "Who is the boy?, gist me." I replied enthusiastically. "His name is Stephan, he's a guy at my school and he's been flirting with me for a few months now. I like him but I also like someone else." She said a little exasperated.

I said, huffing, and walked inside. The pile of documents on my desk stayed untouched as I kept thinking about what happened earlier. Not a good thing. I shook my head. Williams was going to be my stepson. I shouldn’t still have feelings for the man I was supposed to be a “mother figure” to. Why did that make me laugh? He was six years older. Calling him my stepson sounded ridiculous, but as funny as it was, it was true. I’d have to accept it someday, and so would he.

he muttered, eyes closed. My cheeks flushed red even though he couldn't see it cause his eyes were closed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fuck you, I’m a mess right now,” his eyes opened. “It’s okay, I’m glad you're okay now.” I had just let my stepson finger me. On the night of his father’s birthday. I sat there quietly, staring at the floor, heart still racing. Because the truth was— I wanted him. I wanted his body over mine, skin to skin.

He carried me into my room and tucked me into my bed. I had the capacity to wonder what the hell he must be thinking before finally falling asleep. “How good did you feel last night, Veronica ?” . “Better than I’ve ever felt in my life.” “Did you like taking my cock in your mouth?” he asked. When I nodded, his lip curled. “Say it.” “I liked taking your cock in my mouth.” His strong grip spread to cup my jaw. “You realize that I’m your step brother, right?” “Yes.” He backed me up against the wall. “You realize that this is wrong, baby. Don’t you?”

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

she added again not knowing what to say. “No feelings attached for real… and she will never touch me again. I already warned her off this time around. Nothing happened between us. Please just believe me” “You’ve been having sex your dad’s P.A and now I’m just a middleman here. My life is now on hold at two points. You have a girlfriend under this mansion…. You had me before your father got me here and now you trying to dump your girlfriend for your father’s wife which you coincidentally had sex with. and now you trying to put up a love at first sight act. This is crazy!”