Goth Stepsister Novels & Stories

“Not my stepsister.” The words hung there. Stepsister. It still sounded weird after two years. She rolled her eyes and pushed past me into the hallway. Her bare arm brushed my stomach. The contact was quick, but it left my skin tingling. I stood there like an idiot for a few seconds before stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door.

As it turned out, the job got more challenging as he moved up the ladder. He woke up the following morning really early. The plan was to get out of the building before any of the sisters found him. He walked past 1204 with a suitcase in one hand, the other hand loosening the tie that he had tied up a little tight. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button that would close its door - “Hey, can you hold the door?” a voice shouting from the halls. Herbie pushed the button open and heard running footsteps. It was Mandy!

I pushed, trying to resist him. “My new stepsister”, Hayden whispered. The desire and passion in his voice made me shiver. “Keep your hands to yourself”, I warned, my chest heaving. “Okay, Grace, but you melted into my kiss” He smirked. “You forced me”, I denied. “I’m your stepsister, so please keep your hands to yourself.f” “Sister?” Hayden scoffed. “Why don’t you go tell the parents” He blew hot air in my ears, making my knees weak.

"Elise has lost her way! She’s let power go to her head! If someone must be punished for her sins, let it be me!" Her performance as the self-sacrificing, noble stepsister is flawless. Tears streak perfectly down her cheeks as her hands clasped in front of her in a gesture of pure supplication. Several guests murmur in sympathy as they buy into her act, clearly moved by Natasha’s apparent selflessness. But I know better. The same evil stepsister now wants to play the martyr? The same girl who has spent years undermining me at every opportunity, who whispered poison into my father’s ear whenever possible, who conspired with Alexander to have me killed in my previous life?

“Hear that sloppy sound? Stepsister’s a fountain.” My mind was fogging. I’m their toy. Marcus’s filthy little stepsister slut on display. Marcus approached briefly, leaning over me. His fingers replaced the man’s, plunging deep, curling perfectly against that spot that made me see stars. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking it like the depraved whore you are for me. Everyone sees how wet my stepsister gets when she’s used.” He kissed me hard, possessive, tongue fucking my mouth while his fingers edged me mercilessly. Then he pulled away, leaving me whimpering.

Her words hurt so much. “Yeah, no wonder the two of them came in different cars or perhaps he jilted you because you stink!” Rose said and the flower girls laughed heartily, sharing high-fives when I heard a cold voice. It was Stephanie’s! “And who might this be?” She said, coming to twirl my hair. She seemed different. Her aura was cold and deadly. Her minions; the Refined, ordered the flower girls to leave and they left without much struggle. Anyone could feel the evil aura Stephanie and her minions came with.

But outside, I blinked like I hadn’t heard it properly. His company made me laugh. Made me feel... lighter. But it was wrong. We shouldn’t even be this close. “I think you should go back. Just so it doesn’t get... weird.” He nodded slowly. “Alright.” I walked to my room, heart heavy and confused. I laid down, just trying to rest when my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I clicked the message. *Weird way to find out I have a stepsister. I frowned. Me: Who’s this?

The redhead’s gaze flickered to me and she gave me a smile as fake as her eyelashes. “Oops,didn’t see you there.” She said in disdain before returning hungrily to Kaden. “Nice to meet you too,” I muttered resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Her talon like nails stroked his tie as she said, “Didn’t know you have a girlfriend now. That’s a bummer. You should have done better.” "Forgive me, I should have said - Serena is my stepsister. And she is completely gorgeous isn’t she?" I nudged him sharply and he stifled a smile.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

he smiles which only makes me smile, I did have a great time when I wasn’t terrified. “As long as I can take my boys with me” I smile looking down at Peter than at Austin again, he pulls me closer smiling down at me. “We’re not going anywhere” he smiles looking down at me, I smile back before taking a look around us. “I can’t believe all this has happened because I agreed to play The Step In Girlfriend, but I wouldn’t change it for the world” I smile looking up at him again, he winks leaning down and placing a king kiss on my lips.