Erotic Step Sister Stories Novels & Stories

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already." I kept my mouth shut and drove us to the wedding venue.

“You… you’re my stepsister! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’ve only been here a few days!” Her shame, the way she bites her lip, the quiver in her body; it makes my heart pound and my cock pulse painfully. I hate it. “And you!” I turn to Inker. “How dare you? You’re my girlfriend! I know about your… your obsession with cunt, but did you really have to fuck my sister?” Inker tilts her head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Stepsister, Stan. Not sister.” Then she finally pulls out the fucking toy from Cassie, slowly. Cassie’s slick catching the light. She whimpers at the sensation. Then with deliberate ease, Inker stands and starts walking toward me.

I could feel our bodies getting hotter, and my private getting wetter as he pumped faster. But the fire that was burning inside us, was suddenly quenched. “What the fuck?!” I uttered in frustration as I felt myself drenched in cold water. “Wake up, dumbass.” The voice made me groan in annoyance as I shot him a glare. Mike, the Alpha of Sinister Pack; and unfortunately, my ever-evil stepbrother.

“Feel how deep your stepbrother is breeding you? I’m going to fill this forbidden cunt until it overflows.” I pushed back to meet every brutal thrust, moaning shamelessly into the pillow. Another orgasm built fast, my oversensitive walls fluttering around his thick shaft. Damien reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, pushing me over the edge again. I came with a muffled scream, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned loudly. “Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, pounding faster. “Gonna pump my stepsister full of cum.” “Do it,” I gasped. “Breed me. Fill your little sister’s womb.”

“Look at the way her hips are pushing back for more cock. Your stepsister is a natural whore.” He was right. I was moaning loudly around his cock, rocking desperately between them, chasing every thrust. The taboo of being fucked by my stepbrother and his best friend at the same time was sending me spiraling higher than I’d ever gone. I felt filthy, completely owned, and so incredibly turned on that I could barely think straight. Ethan reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, perfect circles. “Cum for us, little sister. Show Jake how much you love being our shared punishment.”

Before someone sees me, like I was an embarrassment that needed to be cleaned up before it stained their reputation. I looked at Dante standing by that window with his arms crossed and his eyes cold. I looked at Mateo with his guilty face and his gentle voice telling me to leave. And I saw it so clearly it nearly killed me. While I'd been falling in love and counting down the days and building a future in my head, they'd been enjoying forbidden sex with the step-sister they were never going to choose. I was the thrill. The taboo. The dirty secret that made them feel alive.

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

I kissed her neck, my hands roaming under her top, cupping her breasts. She ground against me, feeling me harden. "Again?" "Always." I flipped her skirt up, guiding her onto my cock. She sank down slow, both of us groaning. This time, it was gentler, her riding me while I held her hips. But the darkness was there—the fact that she was my stepsister, that this was wrong, that it made it all hotter. She bounced faster, her crop top riding up to show her tits. I sucked on a nipple, biting lightly. "Mine," I muttered against her skin.

I instructed, staring at him and waiting for a response from him. “What? She isn't just any woman, Elora... Stella is my stepsister and…” he was going to speak out, but I didn't let him finish his words. “So we are kissing our stepbrothers and stepsisters now? Who knows if you haven't had sex yet? Step sister, my claw!” I lashed out at him, rolling my eyes that were filled with revulsion and anger. “Can you just put yourself together, Elora? What's wrong with you?” He snarled, his voice becoming audible at every second of the night.

I smirked, my voice low and husky. "What the hell are you saying? Have you gone crazy?" she yelled, furiously. I cupped Allison's face, my lips inches from hers, but she pushed me away, her eyes flashing with anger and her chest raising and falling as she was breathing really fast. "We just met after eight years," she said, her voice firm. "Besides, I'm your sister." I smirked. "Step-sister," I corrected. Her face twisted in disgust. "Should I just call the nurse to push you out from here? I'm tired of you."