Days With My Step Sister Wiki Novels & Stories

It was the first time she referred to me as a sibling. “It is okay to call you big brother, right?” my step-sister asked hesitantly. “Of course, I am older than you,” I smiled. “And bigger,” muttered Rei, and I shook my head. “Can you tell me about our father and grandfather?” Rei asked sadly.

I know you can't be doing anyone serious over there already. Me: I actually have plans for Friday, maybe we can do something Sunday, hoops or something. Nate: Plans on a Friday? Already, got ya. I'm down for Sunday tho. How goes the step sister? Is it that girl or what? Me: It is actually, its going pretty well i think, i start at the on Monday, we have art together actually, she showed me around the school. Her work is all over the room, the teachers love her. Nate: Yeah? Do you?

She stood there, adjusting her coat, her expression as flat as a frozen lake. “Oh my God, Chris…” Lisa rushed toward her next. “Thank God you both are okay.” Chris gave her a small smile. Then she looked straight at me. “Yeah,” she said coolly. Her voice dipped with sarcasm. “Thanks to my stepbrother.” The word hit like a blade sliding between my ribs. Stepbrother. The audacity of it. As if five minutes ago she hadn’t been melting in my arms. As if I hadn’t been breathing her in like a man addicted.

“Don’t play dumb. How are things going with Mr. Hotness at home?” Amaya rolled her eyes. “Can you stop calling him that? And nothing is going on. He’s my stepbrother, remember?” Zara nudged her with her elbow. “Yeah, your hot stepbrother.” Amaya gave her a glare, but it wasn’t fierce enough to hide the slight flush crawling up her neck. “Zara, seriously. He just got here. It’s not even been up to a week.” “So? A lot can happen in a week. You two live under the same roof. You bumped into him, he caught you, then he pulled you close at the bathroom, don’t think I’ve forgotten what you told me.”

I moaned deliriously as he flipped me onto my back and rubbed my pussy over my panties, jerking off as he hovered over me. “But they know…” I moaned deliriously as he flipped me onto my back and rubbed my pussy over my panties, jerking off as he hovered over me. “What do they know, Veronica ?” “I’m your step sister. That you’re not supposed to…”

Lucas Dreymore's POV "Never have I ever kissed a boy," I arched a brow at my step-sister—Nita. "Seriously? You're nineteen, and you haven't kissed anyone?" She blushed and nodded, her tits bouncing under her faded one-direction t-shirt. Damn, I clamped my teeth over my bottom lip, watching her take a swig of beer and pass the bottle to me. I took a long gulp, aware of her blue eyes watching me with rapt attention. The first time I met Nita was when our parents got married six months ago. Dad had insisted I introduce myself to my step-sister.

“They’ll be jealous? Or bitter about how close I am to my stepsister?” The word burned. Stepsister. My cheeks flared, blood rising too fast. “You’re an asshole,” I spat, and yet my gaze stayed locked on his. He didn’t blink. “Jason is waiting,” I reminded myself out loud, as if the name would save me. “He’s waiting for me.” Ian scoffed. “Jason? That idiot couldn’t keep you entertained if he were the last man on Earth. All he’s got are dumb jokes and zero bite.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “We laugh. That’s more than I can say about you and your ‘bite.’”

“What the hell are you two still doing?!” This isn’t right… I shouldn’t even be looking at them. I yank my gaze away, forcing myself to look anywhere but that forbidden, impossible scene. “Stop… both of you—now!” I hiss through gritted teeth, trying to sound like the tough older brother I’m supposed to be. Cassie is trembling and my jaw tightens. I take a step closer, chest heaving. “You… you’re my stepsister! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’ve only been here a few days!”

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My step sister Donna is 4 years older than me and we have never been real tight. We were just typical step siblings with an age difference. We would fight all the time over just about anything, but as we got older we managed to become friends. My step sister was a wild child; I caught her more than once having sex with her boyfriends at our parents' house. I never said anything but she knew that I knew.

I muttered to no one, the words sounding as empty as I felt. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that my stepbrother would turn out to be my... mate—ugh, that word—I would’ve laughed so hard I’d probably choke. What kind of lunatic crap even is that? But here I was, not laughing, because apparently, my life decided to become a full-blown supernatural soap opera. And the weirdest part?