My Stepsister Is My Ex-girlfriend Novels & Stories

She smirked and said, “Humph! I’m giving you a lifetime opportunity here, so sleep with the old man. Give him your body. Have sex with him. Give him pleasure. Do it for your stepsister.” “Do it for my stepsister?” “Yes. Replace her in her stead.” “How could you do this to me?” Stella’s stepmother sinisterly smiled at her. “It’s simple. Because I hate you.” “For the hatred of my mother, you’re selling me off to the richest and old man," said Stella, clenching her fists tightly. “Of course," said her stepmother, laughing crazily at her. "This is your mother’s redemption.” “What?” gasped Stella.

“What do you want us to do? You command it, and we’ll make it happen.” “Even though I want that bitch out of the way to push my plans forward, I can’t afford to be reckless.” I leaned against the cool tiled wall, its chill seeping through my clothes. “I have to play the role of the dutiful ex-wife who cares about her husband’s girlfriend while she recovers. But while I’m doing that, I’ll look for a way to end her for good.” “Be careful, Ms. Takara. You’re the new leader, but the men here still don’t fully trust you. They think you’ve grown soft after running away with that guy.”

He makes me squirt, cum as many times as possible and I so much love that. My so-called boyfriend, oops! Ex I mean to say, he will regret ever wanting to date my stepsister while in a relationship with me. At home, I texted: "Home." His reply: "Good girl. Dream of my cock." Immediately, I texted my Ex boyfriend: “Am done with this relationship Erik, you can now have my stepsister as you have wished. This is me granting your wish so easily” I know he will be so shocked at how I got to find out about this. Even my stepsister didn’t know I knew this and she never said anything to me as well. “Traitors!” I cursed.

Even though I already knew who he was, he's still a stranger to me, and we shouldn't have done what we had done just now. His brows met as his jaw clenched. A glint of anger and irritation flashed through his eyes. I shook my head, tears began to form from the corner of my eyes. Realization hit me like a thunder, and now I was left with nothing but regret. "W-We... we shouldn't be doing this..." I said. Our parents will get married soon, which means he's going to be my step-brother. "I-I'm sorry. Please, leave me a-alone."

Taking a deep breath, I gazed into Mason's blue eyes as I explained, "They're my stepsisters. My father married their mother, Lady Rhea Dragomir, just a month ago and they moved in yesterday." I could see the wheels turning in his head as realization dawned on him. Mason's eyes widened as his mouth fell open. "You mean to tell me that those awful bitches are your stepsisters and their mother is your stepmother?" he reiterated in horror. I nodded sadly, feeling horrible for myself as well. But, I quickly became tired of the subject and just wanted to go about my day without thinking about my stepfamily for once.

“You claim you do not drive people around but you seem to have become Britney’s chauffeur. Why? Why is she suddenly an exception? Because she’s your stepsister?” I hesitated before answering her. “Yes. Because she’s my stepsister.” “Oh is that so?” She rolled her eyes. “Can’t believe the day I would actually wish I was your sister would exist. But no, I’d rather now anyways. I can’t have all of that if I’m your stepsister.” “Okay cut it out,” I smacked her hands before she could have it roam around my abs any longer. “Let’s get this over with somewhere else. Come on.”

I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mistreated by Stephanie. Both Linda, my stepmother, and Stephanie joined forces to taunt and insult me, making college preparations agonizingly slow. Chores piled up, and my complaints to my father only worsened the situation. Richard, my father, not only showed disgust but also accused me of causing my mother's death.

The silence felt too heavy, almost like it was pressing on my throat. So I finally spoke in a quiet voice, “The girl. The one who screamed…” “Stella?” Marco nodded. “Yeah. Hard not to recognize a scream like that.” Then he paused. “Who is she to you?” I swallowed hard. “She's my stepsister.” Marco blinked in surprise. “Wait…seriously? Are you for real?” I nodded my head, letting out a soft breath. He scoffed humourlessly under his breath. “Okay, that explains the way she looked at you. Like she wanted to skin you alive.”

I knew she already suspected the truth, but I didn’t want to give her more ammunition to use against me. “Really? Then bring him here to meet everyone.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Because you are…” My eyes roamed her body. This crazy bitch had been screaming and moaning all through the night. “…my parents.” “I want you to prove to me that you’re not trying to steal my man.” “I’m his stepsister, for God’s sake! Stop accusing me of things that aren’t true.” “We both know you are after him,” she said with a smirk. “I can tell by the way your body reacts when he’s around. I’m not stupid. I always know when someone’s trying to steal my boyfriend.”

I realized that my life wasn't perfect either, and that we'd both been through our own struggles. Ria's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked, "Enough about my story, now tell me about your love life. Steve told me something that has left me wondering... your ex-wife trying to marry your stepbrother Maxwell?" She raised an eyebrow, her expression puzzled. I took a deep breath, preparing to explain the complicated situation. Ria listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine, as I recounted the events that had transpired.