My Stepmom Is My Girlfriend Novels & Stories

My step-dad It's been almost a week since mum introduced me to Louis, she asked me if I liked him and I said yes but I found out she was married the very day after dinner But it's unbelievable, How could mom get married without telling me? I need to have a discussion with her. She took daddy's portrait off in the living room, I found that insulting. How could mom do this? It’s despicable a relationship that’s not even ten years old and she allows herself to get married. No, I need to have a discussion with her.

Her wide, old, cracky mouth opened and made a mighty ‘O’ form. ‘So, why’s she amazed?’ I wondered as I walked into my room and left her in her whatever thoughts. ‘Vrooom!’ the door danged open. It was the witch-tormenter!…my stepmom. “What’s going on between you two? I don’t understand” “Stepmom…you don’t have to understand anything. Evan and I are deeply-in-love. Evan is my boy-friend and nothing ugly can come between us!” I boldly and happily expanciated.

"If you are my girlfriend, I will never talk to other girls. You are prettier and more well endowed than my girlfriend." She was jealous at the mention of his girlfriend but smiled, knowing that she is prettier than her. At this moment, she wished he was never her stepbrother. It was as if her mom made the wrong choice. "So you can break up with your girlfriend because of me if I'm not your stepsister?" She asked.

" He started ranting incoherently. I ignored his voice. "Did you know that I also have a younger sister?" James nodded, his hands still busy, replacing what I was drinking with something with a lower alcohol content. "I remember. She's the step-sister of the stepfather your mother married after your biological father died." "Right." I nodded my head weakly. "My step-sister is my girlfriend." James turned quickly to me. He was stunned into silence. "I'm dating my step-sister."

His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger. “Over my dead body!” My stepdad said, his voice firm, snapping Peter's excitement away from him. Peter's face turned from excitement to confusion. “You are not going to mate with this girl beneath you.” His father ordered him. “Why not?” Peter said, his voice lurking with confusion. “Because your father said so!!” His mother snapped at him, “How dare you accept this worthless thing as your mate! You are going to reject her and your engagement with Charlotte will hold!!”

"I'm just happy to see you. I never thought you'd come." I led her to the sofa, and we sat down. "Why wouldn't I come? You were sick, and I couldn't ignore that. But can you tell me what's wrong?" My mom smiled weakly. "I'll explain everything later. For now, I'm sure you must be hungry. Let me get you something to eat." She looked at Allison, who bowed her head respectfully. My mom smiled at her. "Who is she? Your girlfriend?" I quickly clarified, "No, she's my stepsister. Don't you recognize her?"

’’ At first she just stared at me, and I thought she was judging me. ‘’Honestly, I’m not judging you. I’m… I kind of went through something similar with my best friend, first it was an innocent kiss then we did something, and we liked it. Her parents found out and they sent her away, now she is married with a child on the way.’’ I was speechless at that. ‘’So, this stepbrother, is he and the girl married?’’ ‘’No, just his girlfriend.’’ ‘’Do they plan on getting married?’’

“Dad was asking if you did.” “Uhm, yes. I have a boyfriend.” “Wow—” Sharon, my new stepmother snapped. “That's unusual. You never have a boyfriend, Sia. Who is the lucky man and for how long?” The lady looked at her mother who was all smiles. “I'm not sure you care so much about my life. If you did, then you should know this isn't my first relationship, Mom. I've been with other men before him.” She looked around the table, at each of our faces before stopping at Dad's. “Can we not talk about my relationship? I'm not sure it's something I want to share, Mr. Smithfield. Thank you for understanding.”

She spoke. “He’s not my sugar daddy,” I snapped. “He’s my stepfather now. Technically. My mom is going to get married to his dad so soon or something el...” I stopped and swallowed. “Anyway. Yeah. He’s controlling every second of my life.” I murmured.