Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

He asked. I could feel the lack of interest creeping into his eyes. “I’m his stepsister.” I slurred. He swallowed again. “Well, when he gave me this job, he specifically asked me not to flirt with any the attendees.” He voiced. “I'm pretty sure that includes his sister.” He added. “His stepsister!!!” I snapped. He paused, obviously taken aback by my raised voice, then he continued setting up the bottles. “Look, ‘Mr Marcus' stepsister,’ you're really pretty, but I can't lose this job. I really need the money.” He stated.

I had spent twenty minutes the other night watching her from afar in our garden while she danced, unaware I was even there, reading into the movement of her body. All I needed was one more look, one more second, to realize where I had seen this stranger before. And here she was. My stepsister. Stripping in a place like this. The thought made a dark, poisonous anger claw at my throat. She was better than this place, better than the wandering eyes of the losers in the dark, and yet here she was, offering herself up for a handful of cash. The disrespect she was showing herself and, by extension, our name, made my blood boil.

Not that I was being paranoid but why do I have a bad feeling about this? "Hey, What are you looking at?" Kaycee asked as the latter looked in the direction I was staring. "Something wrong?" She added. "I didn't know they were friends," I mumbled. "Who?" Kaycee curiously asked. "My stepsister and those two girls." "Who? The girl Trisha and Phillis talking with?" "Yeah." "No way! Leanna Gutierrez is your stepsister?" Kaycee looked shocked when she turned to me. "You know her?" I asked, frowning.

"Don't even think about it! Trash will always be trash, and don't ever expect me to pick it up." Hearing Kimberly's words about her mother, Deborah clenched her fists. She roughly grabbed Kimberly's shoulder, forcing the girl to face her. "Don't you dare act like that towards my mom! Regardless, she's married to Daddy. You have no right to treat her like that!" Deborah shouted, her eyes glaring. But it didn't scare Kimberly. She even stepped forward, as if challenging the girl in front of her. Deborah was the one slowly stepping back in fear. "You're just like your mother. Both of you are trash that will never be noble, even if you're placed in a palace." Kimberly's eyes were filled with hat

Well, at least it was not some boring dinner or cinema. “OMG! You're so hot!” a lady squealed, rushing to Ste-phen’s side. Her short hair was dyed purple, with piercings in her nose and lower lip, as well as her eyebrows. Her shimmering gown barely covered her. Mason scowled at the sight of the lady grinding her body against Ste-phen. And worst of all—Ste-phen didn't mind. He simply stood there without a word. “Fuck. A demigod is here. I love your hair. What is your name?” another girl squealed, rushing to stand on the other side of Ste-phen, both flashing seductive smiles at him.

“You’re no longer needed.” Before Elaine could react, two men stepped forward from the shadows. Panic surged through her. “Lily, what are you doing?” Elaine backed away, her voice shaking now. “This is insane!” “Not insane,” Lily corrected. “Necessary.” The men grabbed Elaine’s arms. She struggled, her strength no match for theirs. “Let me go! Lily, stop this!” But Lily only watched, her expression unreadable. The last thing Elaine saw before everything went dark was her stepsister’s cold, satisfied gaze.

He looks a little older than me. I nodded my head. "Are you going to your room? Why don't you join us? We're going to the clearing," he said politely. His friends groaned and threw him a look. "Seriously, Adam? You're inviting her?" A blonde girl said, crossing her arms around her kinda huge tits. She's only wearing a sports bra, which probably means that they're going to have training. "Why not? She's new here and she's our alpha's stepdaughter. It wouldn't hurt to have her company. If she agrees to come." He scratched his head and looked at me hopefully. I admit he's kinda cute and kind.

She acted so well, not raising a single suspicion. "So you decided to have someone do your dirty work? Take pictures of our private moments while you pretend to be our friend?" "James, I…" I withdraw my hold on her and let her move towards him. "You know how badly I want you. You know how much I love you. You know how I feel, and I– I couldn’t handle your rejection. I was willing to do anything. Besides, she’s your stepsister, James." She passes me a look of disgust, and I chuckle wryly as she turns back to him. "What you’re doing isn’t right, and you know it. You should be with someone like me. Someone who—"

If I jumped down, I'd die. "Get me out of here!!!! Hey!!!! Jax!!!" Each time I yelled, I was greeted by absolute silence. There was no one. I had fallen into a trap. A terrible one. I ran around the room frantically, looking for a means to escape and just when I was about to give up, I heard the door click. I ran to the door as it slowly opened and I was stunned by who I saw! "Chantel?" My stepsister! She stared at me with a smile and asked, "I hope you didn't get hurt, Sis?"

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.”