Is Days With My Stepsister A Romance Novels & Stories

Too bad he's my stepbrother. “Do you want me to pay him a visit?” His voice is smooth as silver and equally sharp. “Who?” “The idiot who let you get this drunk. I can make them regret whatever they did.” It deeply moves me that he would go to such lengths for me, the stepsister he barely knows. Without thinking, I lift my fingers and run them along his ripped arm. “You'll really do that for me?” He smirks. “I think I'll do anything for a stepsister that kisses like you.” His gaze meets mine and holds for a burning minute. His body radiates a heat that soaks me down to my panties. The space between us grows tighter, smaller.

Not standing beside Kelan pretending to be his perfect Luna, but plotting with Valor to take everything for ourselves. "I'm sure he'll her number tonight," I mentioned casually. "Finally stopped calling her every five minutes." "About time," Valor muttered. "His obsession with that girl was getting pathetic." "She's my step-sister you know," I revealed quietly. Valor's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Step-sister? You never mentioned that before." I set the glass down and walked to the window, looking out at the pack grounds below. "Her father was with my mother once," I explained. "Before he met Melissa's mother. My mother got pregnant but he denied it and moved on. Built a whole life with Melis

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.”

I murmured, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Jackson leaned forward slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Do you like them?” I nodded slowly. “They’re lovely.” His lips curved into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes either. “It’s just a small token… a gift. A reminder of what I feel for you.” A tightness gripped my chest. I set the bracelet down carefully on the dresser and stepped away from him, as if that tiny bit of space could put a wall between us. “Jackson… we need to stop this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This thing between us—it can’t happen. I’m supposed to be your stepmother, not…”

My hands on the knob froze and my other arm, which held the flowers I had brought for our anniversary, grew weak as the lifeless gift fell to the floor thumping beneath my feet with a noiseless sound. My eyes wide as I took in the scene before me, my chest tightened, refusing to pull in air. There—on the bed—was Xavier. My fiancé. My fiance of seventeen good years. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at my fate. His sweaty body was pressed against my step-sister—Natasha, their limbs entangled as he pounded into her shamelessly. The sound of her moans bouncing off the thin walls was like daggers piercing directly into my fragile heart.

I didn't win. I’d fought. Screamed. Begged. Victoria forced me to marry Ryan anyway. At my own wedding, my stepsister Clara was the only one smiling. Her eyes glittered. Satisfaction. A family-only ceremony—stepmother, sister, Ryan’s bodyguard, and best friend. His family? Didn’t even bother to show up. The priest was too afraid to speak during the vow process, Ryan refused to say his vow, he didn't bother trying to show that he felt something. I was the only one saying my vows and happy that maybe he is going to be different.

I cursed discarding the thing to the floor and erupting from the couch, then walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle. “Bruh, what crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been absent-minded the entire time you've sat there.” Romeo asked walking to where I was and clamped my shoulder tightly, “Is everything alright? You’ve never been this distracted.” No. Not even a single thing is alright because that damn boy I have been working hard to get off my mind sprung back from wherever he disappeared to and guess what, he is my fuckin’ stepbrother. “I’m fine.” I snapped instead, then walked back to the couch and plopped myself.

I got rid of my shorts as I walked into the bathroom, the number of times I have to undergo cold showers in a day was quite alarming. In the span of three months, my life has taken a completely different turn, first I found the woman of my dreams- Susan. I love her so much that the fact that she had a daughter, a fucking grownup didn't bother me. I loved her that much to move cities and give our love a fresh start. But what did I do in the midst of all this? I took a stripper to my hotel room and fucked the daylights out of her. Boom! The sexy ass stripper turns out to be my step daughter and now, I'm completely and thoroughly fucked.

Two days later, it’s Ryan’s graduation day. At first, I hesitated to go, worried his friends might recognize me. But when I hear Selene is coming along with Melody, I decide to go, Allowing Selene to play the stepmother role while I continue as the college girlfriend. Fortunately, it all goes smoothly. I’m just glad I was able to be there for Ryan on his special day. That night, he heads out to another party and the following day, we hardly get a chance to be alone. The house seems to be bustling with more staff preparing for Zephyr’s arrival, leaving us with only stolen moments and fleeting kisses.

Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.