Doris Ugly Stepsister Novels & Stories

"Yeah... You licked my pussy... and fucked me... We fucked, Nicholas. We finally did." "I've wanted to for so long, Daisy." "It's wrong," she whispered. "But it's also so right. So right... I'm going to my room, and I want to come again. Do you want to come watch?" "Fuck, yes, but Mom's still awake. Just picture my face between your legs... my tongue on your clit..." “Okay then…Goodnight, stepbrother." "Goodnight, stepsister." I laid back in the dark, the taste of her still on my lips, her voice in my ears. The world was insane. My mother was a drunken voyeur. My stepsister was my lover. Her best friends were my tutors and promised conquests.

“Y-yes! He will! But his mother dislikes me so much...” Doris laughs sweetly. “Oh, Elena, I have a beloved son. I expect my son to respect me and do as I say. I am not in control of everything he does, he is not my husband. King Harvey’s mother will eventually respect his choice. His offer to you is very lovely and endearing, and your wedding…” In two steps, Doris is out of the room and in two more, she returns to take a seat across from me. She is holding a massive plastic binder filled with fabric, scraps, and small pieces of ribbon.

“Now that I’m all yours, what’re gonna do? When are you gonna do them?” A kinky forest sex idea played around my mind as I fired my shots, trying my luck. “You said the girl’s name is Willow,” Zed turned and around and walked back to us when I quickly pulled my hand from Axels chest and looked away. “Her name’s Willow?” he directed the question at my stepbrothers, then finally turned to me, “Your name is Willow?” Confused, I nodded. “Wasn’t that the name our scouts reported?” he turned around to his men at the front and turned back to us the same second. “The alpha daughter’s name is Willow. The werewolf,” he groaned in anger, “Your stepsister.”

Brutal. And now, thanks to his father's last will and testament, he was shackled to a responsibility he neither wanted nor asked for. Marriage. To **her**. Luciano’s jaw tightened at the thought. His new "wife" was none other than Aria Bellini — his twenty-one-year-old stepsister. The same reckless, fiery girl who had once driven him insane by sneaking out of the house at night, laughing at his rules, tempting the very edge of his patience.

I plan to celebrate my birthday with you. Doris: Really? I will be there. She texted back. She didn't ask questions or call her boyfriend. She packed the small cake in a white plastic bag, as she had learned to bake in culinary school. Doris stepped out of the kitchen and met her mother, Esther Melvin, in the living room. Esther was a janitor at Robin's company, a magnificent six-story building, and she had been using the money she earned to take care of Doris since her husband dumped her 17 years ago and remarried a rich woman from a higher-class family.

Dorris heaved. The Lady felt relieved thanks to what Giselle said. After all, the pup Giselle was carrying then was her grandson. Dorris's first grandson ever, if Giselle must say. The Lady could not lie that she was expecting the pup. “You didn’t come here just to ask me about the pup, did you?” Giselle asked. Dorris shook, “I’m moving away, Giselle.” The Stephern’s omega gasped at Dorris’s exclaim.

Tears streamed down my face. I blinked. “Doris? Dontrell? My husband… my best friend—they—” “They broke you,” he said. “Bit by bit.” “She’s not just some girl who was trafficked,” he continued. “Doris is our half-sister. My dad’s bastard. A man posing as her uncle sold her to us. Years later, Dontrell figured it out. Blackmailed her until she worked for him.” My head spun. “She never meant to hurt you, not directly. But because she answers to Dontrell, she has no choice. Her target was our father—for abandoning her. And me... for sexually assaulting her the first night she got to our home.”

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

When my boyfriend, Simon Hepworth, got down on one knee for the 66th time, I was finally moved by his persistence and said yes. But on the eve of our wedding, he dropped a bombshell on me. He told me he wanted to have a child with his stepsister, Fiona Hepworth. Have a baby with his own sister? How absurd was that? I refused outright, and we got into a huge fight. But I never could've imagined what came next.

Macey said and I had to shush her as I looked around the cafeteria Olivia nodded glumly. “My stepbrother but yeah, something like that.” “No wonder he crashed the party yesterday. Must have been hard to see his kid sister getting a lap dance,”Macey said and winked. Rolling her eyes, Olivia retorted. "Not funny. I've always been an only child and I'm okay with that. I don't need some misogynist prick bossing me around.” "What? You're kidding me? I wouldn't mind a billionaire brother right now. Step, half, whatever. You're walking in money, bitch!” Macey said and clapped.