My Stepmom Is My Girlfriend Novels & Stories

The dining room doors flung open and a voice echoed across the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. A voice I recognized. "Some idiot jumped in front of my car." My heart froze immediately. I slowly turned my head and boom! It was him. The guy from the road. He froze when he saw me. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a dangerous stare. "You?" he whispered, his jaw clenched. Mom smiled nervously. "Cole, this is Liam. Your new stepbrother. I've told you about him, now you finally meet him.” She smiled warmly.

I shake my head, smiling. “We’re really going to be a family.” Jack says and that does it. I blink rapidly, trying not to cry. “Hey,” Alex says quietly beside me, his hand finding mine. Jack keeps going, completely unaware of the effect he’s having on me. “And now it’s official,” he adds. “So I can tell people you’re my stepmom and not just… my dad’s girlfriend.” I laugh through it, shaking my head. “That’s very important, huh?”

“What?” I lowered my eyes. “Jack was my boyfriend.” For several seconds, he said nothing. Then he let out a humorless laugh. “Wait. So you’re using me for revenge, huh?” “No, I didn’t. I never knew he was your stepbrother.” “You dated him for how long?” “Two years.” Damien stared at me as though I had just told him the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “Two years?” “Yes.” “And you never knew his last name was Gonzalez?”

His face went white. Mine probably matched. "Ava," my mom said, beaming. "This is Marcus. Marcus, my daughter." Marcus. My mother's boyfriend. The man whose cock had been down my throat two weeks ago. The man whose fingers had made me come in a bathroom. The man I'd been fantasizing about every night since. He was going to be my stepfather. We were so fucked.

Standing right in front of my father's penthouse door, her keycard hovering near the sensor. It was none other than Lexi, my father's little wife, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend be my stepmother? It just doesn't make sense in any way, because what the actual hell? Time seemed to slow down as I stared at her face. My chest tightened as if my lungs had forgotten how to work. I hadn’t seen her in months—not since the wedding, not since she became his, since she became my father's little whore, my fucking stepmother. The thought unsettled me. How can my ex girlfriend become my stepmother out of the blue?

For the first time in my adult life, I wanted a girl that I had just met and it was not just any girl, it was my step sister. I imagined the disappointment that would fill mom's eyes when she learned of how I felt for Chelsea Engels and I tried not to imagine what her father would say or do. It didn't matter what would go wrong. She was the girl I wanted to break my two years of celibacy with and I was yet to find a reason to not see her in the light which I already did.

Aunty Bola looked at me and laughed too. "Why do you look so off, Uthman? You guys are at the stage where you have girlfriends and hide them away from us." "Well, I don't have a girlfriend." I replied her curtly "But you have a girl you like." Aunty Bola added. Oh no, my modern step mother should not join in this malady. Yes, my Step mom is 29, not that old. She was 20 when she came into our house. And she's super, super modern.

I didn't want anything extra. “She is trying to steal my boyfriend from me.’’ Bethany added as she strolled past the living room and sat next to her mother. Zoe was seated on the opposite side of her mother as well. They all seemed like they're ganging up on me. They always did and I always expected it. “Alondra, You know that a serious relationship has been developing between your step sister and Justin. They are meant for each other. Would you want to interfere?’’ “I never interfered, stepmother. I never talked to him until he talked to me. I didn't even know who he was, until he came today. Believe me, I'm Not trying..’’

“Son, and who is this beautiful woman?” Soleil elbowed him sharply, making him straighten up. “Mom, Dad,” Stephen said proudly, “this is Carmen Michaels… my girlfriend.” The room fell silent for half a second. Stephen had never used the G-word in front of his parents. Soleil recovered first. “Michaels? Are you related to Knox?” “Yes,” Carmen said brightly. “First cousin. Our dads are brothers.” Douglas leaned toward Soleil and muttered, “Our kids really know how to pick ’em.”

Mia’s POV “Oh, my god. Oh, my god—” I stammer, shaking, gasping for air. I scan from his creampie-soaked face to his arms that wrap firmly around my legs, trapping him to himself in a ‘you may be my stepmom but you're my little plaything.’ kinda way. I forgot to mention, Jeremy is a bald oldie I married for love, not for money… If you know what I mean. And the condition that comes with this his luxury love is having to be a stepmom to Max, his twenty-year old college boy…