Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

I replied, not really knowing how to conjure up a response. "So, I have a question for you." She spoke as she somewhat squinted her eyes, indicating her seriousness "Okay?" I offered hesitantly "So Jack has been telling me this crazy bullshit story about how he fucked his step-sister and then turned her into his bitch. And I keep telling him there's no way, but here you are. So tell me, is it true? Were you and Jack step-siblings before this?" She questioned causing my stomach to drop and my cheeks to almost instantaneously heat up.

Whoa, pull it together! Yeah, yeah, I knew that she was off limits. She was gonna be my fucking stepsister in two months. Goddamn it, she was biting her lips now. Her skin was like porcelain, with the slightest touch of pink, and I had to keep putting my hands in my pocket or else it was gonna wanna—oh shit, she was looking at me, look away! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I was cut off by a girly voice. “Baby, What are you doing here” A girl in a red gown comes hugging Stephen. “My friend having some trouble here, so I came,” He said nervously. “But you said you have important work and won't be able to come here” She pouted. “Yes, I had…” He paused and looked at me" Meet he is my friend, Joseph” “Hello,” I said, looking at the girl. “Hello, I am Stephen's fiancé Liliana” She smiled.

She rubbed her knee with exaggerated movements and waited until I glanced over before continuing in her mind, "I climbed all 999 steps to the church on my knees to get it. But I won't tell Diane that. It would only burden her." Hearing her words, I looked up in surprise and clasped her hand, my eyes tearing up in gratitude. "Shirley, you silly child. I promise that I'll keep this talisman close." She feigned a puzzled look, but the moment I turned away, a fleeting triumphant smirk flashed across her face. … Soon, I was due for delivery. As I was taken into the delivery room with the protective talisman, Shirley lingered nearby, looking like someone who was waiting for a show to begin.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

It made him look… human. Warm. Without realizing it, Emma smiled too. Across the room, a pair of eyes watched them closely. Damien’s cousin, Victor Blackwood, leaned against a marble pillar with a glass of champagne. “So…” He smirked. “The new Mrs. Blackwood has everyone wrapped around her finger already.” Beside him stood his sister, Vanessa Blackwood. “I don’t trust her.” Victor’s gaze remained fixed on Emma. “Neither do I.” Back on the dance floor, soft music began to play.

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

She gloats, anticipating my downfall. She turns on her heel, facing everyone. “Listen up, everyone. Let me tell you the real reason behind my dear stepsister’s divorce and why she was kicked out of Gravemoor Pack,” she announces at the top of her voice. I let her take the mantle. Let her humiliate herself in front of everyone. “My stepsister is pregnant with a bastard’s child, and she had pretended to be barren just to spite Alpha Elias. She is nothing but a slut and an unworthy heir for the throne!”

"Y... You're my step brother, I can't do that." "Fine then. I can't wait to tell Mum and Dad." I turn to leave, but she grabbed my arm before I could reach the door. "I.. I'll do it. I'll get on my knees for you." She whispered softly, before sinking down onto the cold bathroom tiles. I almost groaned out loud at the sight of her on her knees for me. I’d been craving fucking that pretty little mouth for so long, but I’d held back because I thought she was innocent. Turns out my corrupted little stepsister had been a filthy pornstar this whole time, and now I was finally going to use her.

His lips pressed to mine in the shadow of the prom corridor, his hands steady as he slipped me that card, whispering, I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. I blink the memory away just as she appears. My new “stepmother.” Perfect hair, diamond bracelet. She smelled like vanilla and money. Nice to finally meet you, Evan!” she said brightly, sweeping down the stairs like a scene from some soap opera. My dad crosses the room and kisses her cheek like she hung the stars. Gross. The woman reached us, perfume thick and expensive. “I’m so happy you’re here!” She cupped my face like I was some lost puppy. “And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.”