Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

The night I became a vampire's bride. Memories came flooding in. At the gala, no one had wanted to talk to me. Father and Stepmother had been busy parading Vicky through the crowd, laughing as they introduced their daughter to the vampire nobility. While I, the eldest daughter with the truly pure bloodline, stood alone in a corner. Later, I slipped away to the frozen lake for some air. The next moment, I felt a force strike me from behind. I didn't even have time to turn. I plunged straight into the bone-deep cold of the water.

Who even said you look like a female? You look like a man in feminine clothes. You're so ugly and disgusting. My chest tightens when his voice repeatedly rings in my ears. All skin and bones with no curves, just fake boobs that are larger than your tiny masculine body. Deranged bitch! I try to shove his voice away, the sound. But it's futile. I fucking want my bitchy little spoilt brat of a step sister. I've always wanted Katherine right from the moment my eyes caught glimpse of her at our parents shitty wedding thirteen days ago.

The actress looked down at her stepbrother in the video and moaned and begged for more and the actor replied as he fucked the girl, "I want to cum inside you, stepsister. Can I cum inside you, stepsister?" "Ohh fuckk!" Stephanie moaned as she humped away at her pillow. Her breathing was a ragged pant as her ponytail bounces wildly on her neck as her thigh seized strongly on either side of her pillow. "Cumm inside me, brother. Cum inside my pussy. Please..." Stephanie moaned to herself. She imagined Matt between her legs. She could see his face looking up at her.

he said, still holding my hand as we walked out of my room and then downstairs. I hadn’t even grabbed my purse at this point. I really wanted him to say something that would make me believe in him again. So the stubborn Lavender—the one who hated being controlled, even though she often ended up being controlled anyway—didn’t even protest. Just as we were heading to the exit, we were spotted by my stepsister. "Stepbrother," she called, stepping in front of us. "Where are you guys going?" Her eyes kept drifting to the way Easton was holding my hand.

I look up at Zayne, who seems like he is about to explode. “No, we will talk about this now. Who is this bitch?” She shrieks which get the attention of a couple of diners who are close by. “This is my stepsister Maija.” I look at him incredulously, he’s been telling me all night we aren’t siblings, but the moment his raccoon shows up, all of a sudden, I’m his stepsister. Granted, I am, but still. Not cool, Zayne. “Oh…Zayne. I’m sorry for not trusting you…you kissed her hand, and I…wait, why are you kissing your stepsister’s hand?” I smirk as I look at him. Answer the girl, Zayne. He mouths the word, please help, and I sigh.

he hissed under his breath. "What the fuck is going on? Who is she?" I growled, pointing at the girl in a small black gown that hung barely two inches below her butt cheeks, who Kyrie was seconds away from killing for. He was silent for a while, his eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at the said girl before replying in one simple sentence. "She's my stepsister." That was all he had to say to complete the puzzle. When they said they had someone on the inside, they were referring to her.

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.

But now, he was claiming that I wasn't that girl? "What do you mean by "I wasn't the girl? You… " I began, my voice filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. But before I could finish my sentence, her voice cut through the air, taunting and daring, slicing into my soul like a sharpened sword. "That would be me, step-sis..." Kara Wills, my step-sister, stepped forward from behind Alpha Lex with a wicked smirk erupting from her lips. She confidently approached him and instantly had her arm wrapping around his possessively.

His fist in the plaster was wrong the way gravity failing would be wrong – something fundamental breaking. His forehead against the wall. Shoulders rising and falling. “Your mother and I...” His voice against the plaster. Not to me. To the wall. “She was my stepsister.” Stepsister. The word landed and my brain didn’t process it. Rejected it. The way a body rejected a transplant – the information arriving and every system saying no, that doesn’t belong here, that can’t be right. Stepsister. Step. Sister. The word breaking apart in my head and reassembling wrong. My mother. My father. Step–

Dylan’s voice died immediately he saw me and I was just as shocked as him “You?” “What are you doing here?” his voice was cold but his eyes were already roaming my body “I guess I should be asking you that but you turned out to be the dickhead Mr Richard said he has as a son and newsflash I'm your stepsister now” I replied hotly I wasn't going to show him I'm affected with how sinfully hot he looks in his practice wear, his hair damp with sweat falling on his face. Damn don't stare! I said inwardly