Is Days With My Stepsister A Romance Novels & Stories

she said, looking in the opposite direction, and Jace did too. “Elena. She is my stepsister and that is my stepmother standing close to Mr. Romano. And up until last week I considered these people the best people in my life.” she said and chuckled. “Then I caught my boyfriend fucking my stepsister and they enjoyed every second of it. A week later, they are getting married and I am a guest. Exciting story right?” she asked with a smile and looked at Jace. Jace was speechless and Aurora chuckled before sipping her drink.

“She’s your stepmother.” “She’s thirty-four,” Ethan said flatly. “Pretty sure she can pour her own wine without supervision.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. I opened my mouth to smooth things over, but Victor’s phone buzzed and the moment shattered. “I don’t have time for this.” He kissed me again, quicker this time, right at the corner of my mouth. “I love you. Call me any time, day or night. And maybe,” his voice dropped, playful, “maybe miss me a little?”

RUSLAN’S POV Did I just kiss my step-sister? Yes. Was I in the right state of mind? No, I certainly wasn't. Hell, she is ten years younger than me, yet, I almost bend her over my office desk and fuck her to oblivion. Ivana Alex is my step-sister, even if we weren't related by blood, but that didn't stop me from cupping her soft boobs, fondling with her ass cheeks, kissing and fisting on her lips like a goddamn feast.

my friends greeted. "We're also congratulating ourselves because we already have babies!" They greeted me warmly. *** (At The Rest House) We still can’t keep our hands off each other. Yes, we fight many times. Amber has her dark days and I have mine. I’d never envisioned herself loving me with a passion after all. We both cried and hurt when she decided to leave me. But the dark days are few as I remember. We have more fun together than anything else. She’s my stepsister, and I’m his stepbrother embracing her.

“If he’s saying shit that romantic, he must really adore you. And Kian’s a man of his word. Trust me on that.” I gave her a weak smile, but it faded fast. “I know. I never want him to let me go, but…” “But?” she pressed gently when I went quiet. I stared at the glass in my hands. “Let’s not act like we don’t know. One day he’ll have to. Because…” “You’re his stepsister,” she finished softly. I swallowed hard. “Ariana, love always finds a way.” “I know. I know,” I said, my voice cracking a little. “But…” I took another shot, the burn going down my throat. “I really just want to rant for a bit.”

He looked like a stranger. “Vance…” I whispered, reaching out to touch his arm, needing to feel him, needing to fix what I had just broken. He flinched. He actually flinched, pulling his arm away like my touch burned him. The action cut deeper than any knife. “Right,” he said, and his voice was different too, flat, distant, void of every ounce of affection he usually held for me. “Just stepbrother and stepsister.” He stood up abruptly, grabbing my bag and shoving it into my hands without his usual gentleness. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t even look at me.

She heard a soft knock on her door gentle this time, not commanding. When she opened it, a young woman stood there with a bright little smile. Zara recognized her instantly from the wedding: Adrian’s younger sister. “Come in,” Zara said softly. “How are you? I hope he isn’t being hard on you already.”Isabella asked Zara tilted her head. “What do you think? Of course, he’s not nice or understanding. To him, I am just a replacement.”

That was also when I realized that my fated mate's eyes and heart were filled entirely with his fragile stepsister. Drew said protecting her was his responsibility. I understood. I even gave up all external affairs to focus on supporting him and helping him consolidate his power. Five whole years had gone by. Now, my fated mate was willing to let me die for his stepsister. Why should I? I'd never wait around like a sitting duck.

Jordan laughs, kissing some girl in minimal clothing. Excuse you. A lot like my stepsister? What is that supposed to mean? Suddenly my gaze is a blazing fire, piercing right through him. “What the hell did you say?” I begin to pry. He retreats, his wide eyes filled with fear. He should know better than to involve my stepsister in his situation. “I mean, there are a lot of girls with similar names.” He breathes and swallows. “My stepsister isn’t some similar girl,” I exclaim in his face, my eyes wild, my fist aching to punch his ugly face.

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.”