Fucking My Step Sister Novels & Stories

Her breath was uneven, her thoughts scattered. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be so damn good-looking? Why did he have to flirt like that? Why couldn’t she just... feel nothing? She collapsed onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow. They were step-siblings now. That should’ve been enough to turn her feelings off. But it wasn’t. Instead, her brain decided to replay everything—his voice, his smirk, the heat of his skin. Over and over. Her legs curled under her as she rolled to the side and stared at the ceiling. “You’re my stepbrother,” she whispered to herself. “Get out of my head.”

She stepped closer, resting a hand on my rigid shoulder. "I'm..." I swallowed hard, the weight of the morning pressing down on my lungs. "That psycho biker is going to be my stepbrother. Soon." The bomb dropped, and I watched it completely shatter Olivia's upbeat composure. Her eyes widened into saucers, her bright features draining of color as her mouth fell open. "No fucking way," she whispered, her voice cracking. I instantly slapped my palm over her mouth before she could draw the attention of the entire courtyard.

I groan and snap my hips even harder to dispel the thought and my sister's voice increases in octave, becoming high pitched, oh fuck…she likes it like this? I do it again and earn a series of ’ahs~’ from her, I knead her boobs and my panting increases with my movements, I want to put it in… I shouldn't. Fucking my stepsister's pussy is wrong, no matter how many times I have dreamed of diving in and eating her out till her legs shake or how much I've watched her swim class videos to see her body wet and glistening…it doesn't give me the right to want it.

My hands tremble as I pop open another button on my blouse, letting it fall open to reveal my breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” I whisper, the confession shocking even me. “Your hand on my tit. Your cock against my ass. I know you’re my stepbrother, Kai. I know this is so fucking wrong. But I’ve been wet for hours. I keep imagining you bending me over and fucking me like I’m the whore you ordered.” His cock visibly twitches in his sweatpants. He stands up slowly, towering over me. “You’re my stepsister,” he says, but his hand is already reaching out, cupping my breast again, thumb brushing my hard nipple. “We can’t do this.”

I told her about my encounter with Zane and how the universe has decided to punish me by making us step-siblings. "I think this is the worst it can get." I sniffed dramatically. "Though mom said he's barely home, so I think I can manage." "Then why leave now?" "I have to stay around before the wedding this weekend, and I can confirm if she's right or not. I haven't given her a response yet." Nova nodded and patted my shoulder gently. "It's already bad enough, I don't think there's anything worse than having that asshole for a stepbrother."

And mother wouldn't use this reason to liken me to father. If only the mind of my dick and that of my own worked in sync. It always had plans of its own. Plans I didn't like one bit. I wasn't out of the woods. Far from it. In fact, the hazard had just escalated to being in the danger zone. I hated not being in control. It freaked me the fuck out. And my shitty stepsister made me lose all sense of control. How the fuck did she do that? "My eyes are up here, dumbass." She said, her voice breaking a little. No doubt she was still shaken by what I'd just said.

Fuck it! "Damn, that's... That's an absurdity. For what? For business? Is their money not enough? They lost you for almost four years and begged for you to come back to them and this is how they treat you to make it up? They are certainly the worst." My sister blurted out and I know it's so fucking terrifying and full of bullshit.

I finally found the man I was crazily looking for, and at the same time, what an unlucky day — I found him, but I can't have him. I sighed. My eyes fell on his veiny hands on the steering wheel. His hand was gripping the wheel just like he held my neck in those nights — not tightly, just in control. My thighs clenched. Oh gosh. I looked ahead. Stop it, Elora. He is your step-uncle now. It's so disgusting. Even I was trying to remind myself how wrong this was now. My head voice wasn't helping me — it kept interrupting, saying, So what if he is your step-uncle? He is step, not real. Eww, I never thought I was this sick in the mind.

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

I spent every waking hour questioning if her blood truly ran through my veins, because no mother should be able to look at her child with such pure, unadulterated loathing. At first, I tried to blame the grief—the shadow my father's death left behind—but now? Now, I felt the cold truth: there was something dark in her that grief hadn't created, only revealed. “Ride dicks if you have to, Joan. Fuck the rich, sell your soul, and body. I don't care. Just do not come back here with cheap change. Now fuck off!” She snapped the command like a gunshot. I didn't wait for a second strike. I scrambled for the door, hauling it open and throwing myself into the night. The thud of the door slamming behin