My Stepmom Is My Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I knew he meant it. "Thank you." I said. His smile broadened. "I knew we were going to meet again Thea. I just never expected my business partners were your parents." "Scott is my stepdad." I corrected and his eyes twitched. "Oh ...." "Angel is his son." "What?" His shock was unhidden, his eyes revealing the many questions bubbling in his mind. "Our story is complicated and long but yes as you've already guessed, I'm in love with my step-brother and we are in a relationship." I said bluntly. He looks like he can't take the words I said but calms down with a deep breath.

“Mom and Liam’s dad are getting married. Can you freaking imagine? She found the love of her life, just like I found mine.” My stomach twists at hearing her confession. She loves him. “I have never seen you this happy with anyone else before.” I admit to her. “But I cannot be with him. He will be my Step brother in a month. I am such a pathetic daughter..” She starts sobbing and I hug her.

It wasn't investigated, someone blocked it and my mama' s memory was forgotten just like that. She told me that my stepmom was my dad's ex-girlfriend before he met my mother. She had come shedding tears that my dad should marry her in place of my mother. My dad, being in love threw her out of his apartment in fury wondering how someone could be so stupid in her request. They never saw her again. My parents got married and they lived their lives. I was born and the day I became a year and a month, mama took her car and went out.

She stops and glares at me. “His sheets are dirty.” “Then you change them. After all, you’re the one rolling around with him in his bed.” I hear the bitterness in my voice. I am jealous of this annoying bitch. Of course, I am because she is free to date, kiss, and love him while I am stuck as his stepsister. “My boyfriend also wants dinner,” she states, smiling, and this is when I think I lose it. “Congratulations on your promotion from concubine to girlfriend, but I don’t need you to tell me he’s your boyfriend every second. I get it– he’s committed to your dusty ass.”

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

he smiles which only makes me smile, I did have a great time when I wasn’t terrified. “As long as I can take my boys with me” I smile looking down at Peter than at Austin again, he pulls me closer smiling down at me. “We’re not going anywhere” he smiles looking down at me, I smile back before taking a look around us. “I can’t believe all this has happened because I agreed to play The Step In Girlfriend, but I wouldn’t change it for the world” I smile looking up at him again, he winks leaning down and placing a king kiss on my lips.

"I know, Dad. But it doesn't mean I'm quiting for good." The old man rolled his eyes at me. "How is it going with your boyfriend, by the way?" I gasped at his question. "Nothing!" "What do you mean nothing? You've broken up?" My face flushed harder at the follow up questions. My mother chuckled as the old man went on with his inquiries. "I heard it is only a publicity stunt, dear?" My stepmom butted in. "What do you mean by that?" "Uhm..." I cleared my throat. "It is not a publicity stunt, Mom. The truth is, we're just friends. Best friends, I think."

Mom says and I roll my eyes. “Mom, I'm separated, I don't have a lover, Oliver is just a friend, and Stephan is a spiteful madman who needs to be ashamed and understand that I don't want him anymore, are you aware that his father's phone number is on speakerphone and that everyone here must think I’m naughty?” I say it with a closed face.

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

Tamara said, her voice steady but her grip on my arm tightening. I led her to the dining room, the elegant table set for a simple family dinner. My heart pounded as we approached, but I tried to keep my expression calm. "Just follow my lead," I whispered to her. As we reached the table, I cleared my throat. "Dad, this is my girlfriend, Tamara." Before my father could respond, my stepmother, Olivia, cut in with a sneer. "One of your numerous floozies, no doubt." Anger flared within me. Without thinking, I snapped back, "I'm not surprised, considering you are one yourself."