Indian Step Sister Novels & Stories

~~Thea Moore~~ “How come you get to earn for you to have a seat at the table that belongs to your family?” My guest asked me. “Not technically.” I said to her “What do you mean not technically, you said you have ways to get at my sister.” “Well, that is still true. But your step sister's grandfather owns the company technically.” “I think that word is starting to drive me a bit crazy.” I turned around to look at Stephanie, the one person that can help me stab Madison Thompson at her back without me lifting a finger.

And right now, the fact that my stepbrother is my mate is weighing heavily on me. I took a deep breath and began to open up to Dean. “I found my mate.” I said, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as the words left my lips. Dean’s eyes widened in surprise. “Who is she?” he asked, her curiosity piqued. I hesitated before admitting, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but my mate is actually my stepbrother.” Words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Dean’s jaw dropped in shock.

Though she was every time trying to save him from pain but in rest she became a pain of Vihaan's life. " Vihaan, don't judge her now." The girl interrupted and Vihaan's mind paused. He bitterly chuckled and asked his unanswered question, " Who are you, beautiful?! " " Shivli. Bunny's younger step sister. Our parents are different. " She revealed her identity. " Sorry for your death. You both look more like real siblings instead of steps." Vihaan was missing more his sisters, after seeing Bunny and Shivli ' s understanding and love.

She chuckled. "She is no good than a loser, but today I will place her in her position." She dragged my hand but I instantly pulled away from her. "What is wrong with you?" I yelled "Shh!" Noor place her index finger on her lips before she turned back almost losing her balance, she smiled "Are you guys hungry? Well if you are my useless sister here" She pointed at me "No, no, she’s not my biological sister. My so-called step-sister here will get us food after-all that is what gives her life meaning" She turned back and looked at me.

Leave him alone " I stand up I have to stand on the tip my toes to reach his cheek as I plant a kiss on his cheek with that he leaves glaring at Alison. "Your stepbrother is creepy" He's Seventeen leave him alone weren't you a creep at that age "no I wasn't if he wasn't so weird I am sure girls will be lining up at the door" I shrug "let's go " checking myself in the mirror one more time my black silk dress shirt coming short to my thick thighs "this dress does wonders for my skin " Alison snort "you know you hot so stop let's go " Jealous much "yeah it's unfair you have boobs the ass the face I am pretty but I have these" she cups her A cups "let's go have fun you look hot ".

Living was hard and I was really trying to. I intentionally arrived on the day of the wedding and even so late, so that I would not have to see any shit that took place there. In the most complicated twists that could ever occur in my life, never could I have imagined that the nerd girl that could not even fight for herself, would be my stepsister.

~Jasmine~ “Yes, you heard me right, Kalean,” I said, my voice trembling but sharp. “She’s my step-sister. And we are not exactly on good terms.” Kalean didn't move. He sat on the edge of the bed, the towel barely clinging to his hips, his dark eyes still wide with shock as he understood the gravity of the whole situation. That word sister felt like a sharp piece of glass under my tongue, bringing awful memories of Diana when she had whispered in my ear that I was nothing but a defect.

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.”

As she plated the food, her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach dropped when she saw the name. Stepmother. Zara’s hand trembled as she picked up. Before she could speak, her stepmother’s voice erupted, venomous and loud: “Is it your mission to ruin this family? Are you so desperate for attention?” Zara froze, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. “I know you didn’t walk into that marriage on your own will, but you’re here now, so the least you can do is respect us. If I hear one more bad thing about you if I hear one more whisper of shame I swear I’ll kill myself!”