My Stepfather's Sin Novels & Stories

“-Your father was never a good man. You never saw through his lies. Until that step-mother of yours came. She just brought out the cruelty in him.” She winced from my words, “I don’t know, Kayden. I wish to know what he did to you, but I’m scared. I’m scared that I’d never be able to get past the guilt of his sins. That I’d never have any reason to pretend to hate you, to remind myself that I do not belong here.”

But at some point, I had to stop and pull myself back to reality. I can’t be getting intimate with my stepbrothers. Sadly, when Easton arrived today, I couldn’t control myself. I have loved him—and him only. So it would take time before I can resist his charm. The way he came in with hunger in his eyes had sparked something in me. But thankfully, I remembered the things he had said to me and my mood soured. But now I felt dirty again…because it looked like I was going down another forbidden path with my other stepbrother.

Silence greets my blank mind, I can only hear my Dad murmuring prayers. "I failed to discipline my own child... I have sinned, oh Lord..." I stare at him hatefully, if a person such as him can be considered holy. What, then, is sin? It has lost its definition. Having a father like him has to be the greatest sin... My father stops praying and turns to me. "You still don't accept that you're wrong? There is so much evil in your eyes. I'm calling the Reverend; he has a place for correcting abominations like you!"

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

I want to make her see that leaving me like that was unforgivable. That hiding this from me was a betrayal. That God, I can’t even say it out loud, I wanted to be the father, and she stole that from me. My hands ball into fists again. I pace faster, each step louder, the corridor suddenly too small, the walls pressing in, trapping me in the chaos of my own thoughts.

“We miss him so much.” Hades nodded. “I’m here if you need anything.” He turned around and walked off. It was my stepfather’s funeral, and he couldn’t put aside his differences to say a damn word to me, to extend any sympathy whatsoever. What I did to him was so terrible that he didn’t think I even deserved that. Biggest asshole on the planet. I left my apartment and moved back in with my mother.

“I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.” The darkness around me pulsed, as if acknowledging the confession. The Broker’s voice carried satisfaction. “Truth. The audience recognizes honesty. Proceed to the second sin.” This one was harder. Required exposing something I’d barely admitted to myself. “My second sin,” I began, my throat tight, “involves Eli.” My son’s head lifted, confusion written across his young face.

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”

Maya still remembered the day her mother, Helen, came home with a nervous smile and a diamond on her finger. "We're going to be a family, sweetie," she'd said. "Richard is wonderful. And he has a son, Caleb. Your new stepbrother." "Stepbrother?" The words had tasted like shit on her tongue. What her mother failed to mention was that Caleb hated her. He hated Helen and the very foundation of their new "family." He'd made it clear from day one: in his mind, Helen was the homewrecker who had lured his father away from his mother, and Maya was just the annoying byproduct of that betrayal.

"You've spent years building an elaborate campaign of financial and legal destruction, Richard, not violence. This isn't who you actually are." "You don't know who I actually am," Sinclair said, though his hand had begun, almost imperceptibly, to tremble. "You never bothered to find out. You just assumed, from the moment you discovered my father's fraud, that I was simply an extension of his crimes, worthy of nothing but your contempt."