My Sexy Stepsister Novels & Stories

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

The actress looked down at her stepbrother in the video and moaned and begged for more and the actor replied as he fucked the girl, "I want to cum inside you, stepsister. Can I cum inside you, stepsister?" "Ohh fuckk!" Stephanie moaned as she humped away at her pillow. Her breathing was a ragged pant as her ponytail bounces wildly on her neck as her thigh seized strongly on either side of her pillow. "Cumm inside me, brother. Cum inside my pussy. Please..." Stephanie moaned to herself. She imagined Matt between her legs. She could see his face looking up at her.

“Let’s see if you’re still this happy when you see me.” “My stepsister.”

I growled, voice raw from fucking my stepsister senseless. Sarah’s eyes darted between us, my bulging sweats, Janie’s skirt flipped up, her freshly-fucked cunt still gaping and drooling my load onto the table. “What is going on here? Are you… Are you actually fucking your sister?” Janie didn’t even bother covering herself. She sat up on the coffee table, legs still spread wide. She smirked, slow and nasty. “Step-sister,” she corrected, licking her lips like she could still taste my cock.

Not that I was being paranoid but why do I have a bad feeling about this? "Hey, What are you looking at?" Kaycee asked as the latter looked in the direction I was staring. "Something wrong?" She added. "I didn't know they were friends," I mumbled. "Who?" Kaycee curiously asked. "My stepsister and those two girls." "Who? The girl Trisha and Phillis talking with?" "Yeah." "No way! Leanna Gutierrez is your stepsister?" Kaycee looked shocked when she turned to me. "You know her?" I asked, frowning.

She tugged at the sheets amidst stifled moans of my name. "Oh, fuck me, Lucas. I can't take this anymore," she cried, recklessly running her fingers through my hair as I began sucking on her core, letting my face drown in her slimy juices. "Oh, please, I need you inside me. Please, fuck me, Lucas," she begged. I felt a surge of pleasure rush through my veins and I swiftly pulled down my trousers and positioned myself on top of her. I was going to have sex with my stepsister and I didn't even care about the consequences that might come with it. All I just wanted was to satisfy my sexual hunger.

“Your mother… she seduced my father, didn’t she? Made him cheat on my mom.” I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried to twist free, but he only pressed harder, his knee digging into my thigh to keep me still. “Now, stepsister,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with venom. “Be a good girl. Or be a good little whore, just like your mom.” “No! I’m not like her!” I sobbed, my voice breaking as fear wrapped itself around my throat like a noose. “Please, Sean. Stop. Don’t do this.”

Not needing to take permission from anyone to make her mine. I want... I need her. A certain fire. Similar to the one I last felt with Jumoke, begins to burn in me again. Burning every sense of reasoning in its path. Although there's no more space between us, I draw her closer. Wanting to feel enough warmth of her. I then tilt my head and attack her tender lips with mine. Esther POV; I had run into Dayos room screaming like a maniac, and after sharing my cockroach problem with him, I could very visibly see him battling laughter.

“Bring it on, Kaelin. I'm not afraid of you. You don't scare me.” “Oh?” He lifted his brow, smirking. “I love this, Stepsister.” I swallowed back a retort…instead of telling him what was on my mind, I gulped it down, closed my eyes and opened them before levelling my gaze at him. “What do you want me to do?” He cocked his head to the side, roamed his gaze over my body like he had been doing since I got naked before ordering, “Get on your knees and spread those legs for me.”

she said, playing the part of a grieving woman clutching her pearls. "You're still young, Alice. Don't you worry, I'll take care of you." It wasn't long before I learned what that meant. I wasn't her stepdaughter anymore, I was her servant. "Alice, clean the dining room." "Alice, make Clara's breakfast." "Alice, why can't you be more like Clara?" Clara. My flawless stepsister. Beautiful, pampered, and heartless. She thrived under Victoria's regime, lapping up every second of her newfound power.