I Love My Stepmom Novels & Stories

He chimed in and ended the call . I held my phone with a tightened grip before placing it down on the desk. A wave of frustration clouded my chest. I hate family dinners. It never boded well. Seeing the face of my step mom and step brother makes me want to puke . But I have to attend to please Dad. Ever since they came into my life , it has always been a competition to please Dad . My stepmom always does this pretentious act in front of my Dad that she loved both sons equally . If only Dad could see the truth.

My stepmother shot me an icy glare, and I blinked back my tears. “After engaging in such a disgraceful act, you still have the guts to show your face in this house. It’s a good thing my lovely daughter thought of a plan. I have been meaning to kick you out since the day you were born.” Her words directed at me. I stared back at her. She was like a mother to me. I loved my stepmother even more than i loved my mother who was in the grave. Though my biological mother was dead, I had come to love my stepmother just as much as I loved my father. And in my heart, I knew that she was the closest thing to a mother that I would ever have.

How could people be so cruel? Lena had grabbed the remote and switched off the tv when I couldn’t help but watch the sick news. “It will fuck you up! Stop watching this shit!” she had shouted at me. “What she said was a lie” A voice booms from the door and I stiffen. Fucking great! It’s my stepmom. Joy. All she bought in my life was misery. She is an influential woman. She often gets her way with dad. Dad loves her, maybe that’s why.

I stay because as long as she's with me then she cant be found by them. When my father married her cunt of a mother, they made sure that she disappeared, so image my fucking surprise when I show up for freshmen orientation and see an almost carbine copy of my step mother. It took me some time to get close to her, but once I did, I sunk my claws in her so hard she's nothing but a pile of nothingness on the floor of our one bedroom apartment. I didn't want to be this way with her, when I'd gotten to know her id actually started to fall in fucking love with her, can you fucking believe it, I had started to fall in love with my fucking step-sister.

“Good morning, B.” “You’re the problem, you know. You always pamper her, spoil her too much, and turn her into a little brat,” my mom said. “And you scold her too much. Let her breathe.” “Whatever,” she muttered, still ranting as she walked out. My stepdad turned back to me and winked with a smirk before leaving the room. I loved my stepdad even more than my real dad...he’s so cool. My mom just doesn’t deserve him, but whatever. 🤷🏼

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

I'm an outcast. I couldn't tell if Olivia is a bad or good stepmom for me. She never treat me bad anyway, neither treat me any good. It's more like I never exist at all. And Dad, I could tell he is happy with his new family. His two stepsons are his dream come true.

“That must be your stepmother, right? You could have saved her contact with something more sweet, you know…” “Sweeter than sugar!” I told him plainly. “I am sorry but the last thing I would do is to sugarcoat something that is not sweet. It's an obvious fact that my relationship with my stepmother is not good at all. In fact, I have no good relationship with my biological dad all because of her. She stepped into my dad's life and spoiled things for us!”

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

“I think of you as a friend, but you want to be my mom?” I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I already have two babies. I don’t have enough motherly love to go around. Let’s just stay friends.” Then, I tilted my head and looked at her. “If you like me so much, why don’t you want me to be your stepmom?” “Stepmoms are always bad. Besides, I already have a mom. She’s in heaven.” She pointed at the sky. I was caught off guard. Just yesterday, Cameron had talked about finding Rachel a new mom. It looked like that was going to be tough.