Novel & Cerita My Stepmom Is My Girlfriend

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.

I managed a slight laugh, but it got stuck in my throat. “I mean, Kaid and I are step-siblings.” I exhaled sharply. “Anyway, it’s all for the best,” I muttered and went up to my room. What I didn’t notice was the distant look Richard and my mother exchanged with each other.

However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son. My mother died giving birth to me. Before the first week after her funeral was even over, he brought a pregnant Mary into the house. That woman secured her position as the wife of the house by giving birth to a premature baby boy. Because of it, her body was damaged, and she could never have another child. So, Ethan became my dad’s entire world. After Ethan died, he treated me like a dog. He fed me dog food, made me sleep in a cage, and forced me to bark just to vent his useless rage and ease his guilt toward Mary.

I want to tell him to throw me down on the ground and fuck me, right here. But I'm nervous. It's not going to be my first time- that honor goes to my tenth grade boyfriend. But he's the only one I've been with, not like Marcus who's been with lots of girls. What if I don't measure up? “Of course not,” I say. “We’re not even related.” But I’m lying about the fact that we’re stepsiblings not being a big deal. Maybe it wouldn't be a big deal here in Dallas, but I can’t even imagine the kind of drama it would cause in Manhattan. My mother would be horrified. I can already picture her face going white, the hand that clutches her cocktail glass shaking as she realizes her only daughter is hooking

"I know my mom better than anyone else. I know you because of her, but I don’t care about her relationship. I care about you. I’ve grown attached to you, not because of her, but because I like being around you." I paused, letting my words sink in before continuing. “You’ve become important to me in just a few days. And…” I hesitated for a second before my voice grew firmer, “I hope you won’t see me as your stepdaughter because I’d hate that. I don’t want that kind of relationship with you.” My words came out a bit sharper than I’d intended, and I could feel my frustration bubbling up. The mere thought of being seen as his stepdaughter made my skin crawl, and I hated the idea more than anythi

"You and Temi have become quite mischievous lately haven't you? I'd report you to aunty Iyabo. Leave my room! "I scold them both. Threatening to report them to their late mother's big sister. The same one they live with. "Sorry daddy." They apologize and exit my room. I exhale as my mind runs back to Esther. I'm inlove with her! With my best friends sister!

My mother's sweet voice boomed in to my ears She had a wide smile on her face as she stood up from her chair, pulling me Into a hug. After hugging her and kissing my father's cheeks, I took a seat next to Mom and opposite to the woman my brother brought home. “ Tonight is the day you turn eighteen so your brother came home to celebrate your birthday with you. And look who he brought home?" My mother said, her bright smile matching the happiness she felt inside. “ Mia, this is Alicia, She is my girlfriend and future wife." My brother introduced the lady.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

"Your girlfriend comes first. As she should. I'm just the stepsister you're living with. Nothing more." "That's not—" "Isn't it?" I sat down, focusing on my cereal. "We live together. You're my stepbrother. Everything else is just... extra. Temporary." "Stop calling me that." "Calling you what?" "Stepbrother. You know exactly what we are." "Do I?" I looked up at him. "Because from where I'm sitting, you have a girlfriend you run to when she calls. And I'm the girl you sleep with when it's convenient. Those are the facts."