Erotic Stories Step Sister Novels & Stories

What we did would NEVER happen again, it will forever be our little, forbidden secret, because let's be honest… I could never tell anyone I spent the best night of my life… in the arms of my brother… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: This story does NOT contain incest in the storyline. This story is about a forbidden, secret relationship between a STEP brother and STEP sister, however going forward I won’t be putting the word ‘’step’’ infront of brother, sister, mother or father as the family has been together for so long, they consider each other ACTUAL family even though there is NO BIOLOGICAL RELATION except

I finally protested, struggling to fight the urges rising inside me. "You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. What will our parents say if they find out that you had sex with your own stepsister?" "That's if they find out," He said with seriousness buried in his eyes, finally grabbing my boob. I moaned embarrassingly at his grip, feeling his hand squeezing and playing with my nipple. My body began trembling at the way he played with my nipple. His touch was something out of this world. I could feel my nipples getting hard.

Why wouldn’t he just mind his goddamn business? “Your stepsister is hot as hell.” Who wouldn’t say so? Why would she be my stepsister out of all the ugly people in the whole world? “Take your eyes off her. You know what I do to such eyes.” I threatened. “All right, man.” He surrendered with a laugh. Ink called back.

Step-Sister’s Secret: Stretched for Her Brother’s Cock The Step-Father’s Lesson: Filling Her Pussy to Pay the Rent Brother’s Bestfriend, Sister’s Dirty Pussy: A Triple Threat Step-Mother’s Morning Routine: Deep-Throating Her Son’s Hard Cock No One Will Know: Fucking My Stepsister on My Parents' Bed Step-Brother’s Initiation: The Pussy That Never Said No The Step-Father’s Demand: Stretching Her Ass Until She Cries Breaking the Taboo: My Step-Sister’s Tight, Wet Pussy Sharing the Bed: A Threesome with My Step-Parents The Maid of the House: Using Her Ass to Pay Off the Debt Debt Repayment: One Night, Five Cocks, Endless Orgasm The Interest Rate: Getting Stuffed Until Her Pussy Throbs Pay or Pla

"If you want me to stop, for any reason at all, just slap your hand onto the bed, okay?" I nodded, one, final time, and then her pussy closed in on me and became my entire world. The taste of her pussy on my tongue. The smell of it in my nose. Every thought in my head faded away as my sister's pussy demanded my whole attention. For the briefest moment, I struggled to breathe through my nose, and, somewhat morbidly, the image of a tombstone filled my mind. "Here lies Erik," it read, "smothered to death by his twin sister's delicious pussy." It took everything in me not to burst into laughter, but I realized I could breathe without issue now and so I set to work.

“Tell the room how much your stepbrother’s whore loves being their public fucktoy.” I was already trembling on the bench, wrists and ankles locked wide, my body a canvas of cooling red wax and flushed skin. My spread pussy throbbed obscenely, dripping onto the leather below me. The nipple clamps bit harder with every ragged breath. “Please… Sir… I need it,” I gasped, voice breaking. “Use your dirty stepsister. Let them finger my slutty holes while you watch. I’m so fucking empty without you.” A dark chuckle rolled from his chest. “Good girl. You heard her. Escalate. Make my little sister scream for her big brother.”

He stared at the sight before him: his stepdaughter, pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around his stepson, their bodies joined in a wet, messy rhythm. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of Lucas’s heavy breathing and the slow, rhythmic *slap* of his hips against mine one last time before he stiffened and came, filling me with a hot, triumphant load. Lucas didn't pull away immediately. He looked over his shoulder at Silas, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across his lips. "Hey, pops," Lucas panted, his voice dripping with malice. "You're just in time for the finale."

Thus she nicknamed me, just as my cock found a tempo- rary home in her palm. After quickly donning a condom, I found my hand- holds on the waistband of her satin knickers. With sensuous slowness I escorted them down, letting the cool fabric tickle the hot flesh of her hips and thighs. When they fell to the patio, she stepped out of them, and without further ado she split her engorged pussy lips with my hard-on—wiggling on my tip so as to delight me with her softness and moisture, and herself with my stiffness.

My mind dragged me backward whether I wanted it or not. The club. Low light. The way she had walked up to my table with that forced confidence, still smelling like nerves and expensive perfume. The way she laughed when I asked for a safe word and then gave me red anyway. How pretty she looked on her knees. How she sounded when I finally let her come. Best sex of my life and I didn’t even know her name. Then the next morning she was standing in my father’s foyer being introduced as my new stepsister and the universe decided to laugh in my face. Every time I saw her now the same thought hit me: mine. Even when I told her to forget it. Even when I edged her until she cried and then sent her awa

I poured out to her in annoyance and instead of looking shocked like I had expected, she bursted out laughing. "What's so funny?" I questioned grudgingly with a frown and a raised brow. "Can't you see? You're living the typical Step Brother episode. I should write about you both in my next book" she cheered and I rolled my eyes at her. "You can't ever be serious can you?" I replied dryly and waved at the waitress who rushed over to our table shortly after we stepped into the restaurant. "So, tell me. This step brother guy, is he cute?" She teased and batted her eyelashes at me.