Naughty Stepsister Novels & Stories

" 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."

I stammer, trying not to fall over on my heels. My arms are gripped painfully tight and when I look up, I see I'm face to face with Lance. Cara's brother is scowling at me with a look of disgust on his face. I think he's going to release me, but instead he pulls me closer to him. I want to scream, but panic has bubbled up in my throat and I can't talk. "Cara told me you fucked Patterson Stephens. Is that the only kind of dick you'll spread your legs for?"

“Your mother… she seduced my father, didn’t she? Made him cheat on my mom.” I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks as I tried to twist free, but he only pressed harder, his knee digging into my thigh to keep me still. “Now, stepsister,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with venom. “Be a good girl. Or be a good little whore, just like your mom.” “No! I’m not like her!” I sobbed, my voice breaking as fear wrapped itself around my throat like a noose. “Please, Sean. Stop. Don’t do this.”

“What the hell are you two still doing?!” This isn’t right… I shouldn’t even be looking at them. I yank my gaze away, forcing myself to look anywhere but that forbidden, impossible scene. “Stop… both of you—now!” I hiss through gritted teeth, trying to sound like the tough older brother I’m supposed to be. Cassie is trembling and my jaw tightens. I take a step closer, chest heaving. “You… you’re my stepsister! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’ve only been here a few days!”

Ryder I still can't believe Genie McConnell is going to be my Stepsister. Out of any other girls with tities and a nice ass, it's going to be her. Since when did dad start seeing another woman. Hell, he's never seen anyone since mom left. All however was just a nice pussy to satisfy his urges. But seeing Genie mom with him, I'm pretty sure it must be serious.

Whoa, pull it together! Yeah, yeah, I knew that she was off limits. She was gonna be my fucking stepsister in two months. Goddamn it, she was biting her lips now. Her skin was like porcelain, with the slightest touch of pink, and I had to keep putting my hands in my pocket or else it was gonna wanna—oh shit, she was looking at me, look away! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The conflict tore at her until she felt raw. A low growl cut through the night like a blade. Jax stepped out from behind a rusted truck, eyes blazing with pure possessive fury. He had been released from custody only hours ago on a technicality, and the first thing he saw was his stepsister standing too close to the man who had tried to lure her away before.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

"Y... You're my step brother, I can't do that." "Fine then. I can't wait to tell Mum and Dad." I turn to leave, but she grabbed my arm before I could reach the door. "I.. I'll do it. I'll get on my knees for you." She whispered softly, before sinking down onto the cold bathroom tiles. I almost groaned out loud at the sight of her on her knees for me. I’d been craving fucking that pretty little mouth for so long, but I’d held back because I thought she was innocent. Turns out my corrupted little stepsister had been a filthy pornstar this whole time, and now I was finally going to use her.

“I’m not stupid. And you? You suck at lying. Even your breathing sounds different today.” I rolled my eyes. “Excuse me? So you’re monitoring my breathing patterns now?” “Of course,” she replied, flipping her hair dramatically. “Best friend duties. Now tell me… does your step-uncle have anything to do with why you look… I don’t know… glowing today?” “Glowing? Where? In the ‘stress-induced glow up’ way?” “No. Not that.” She narrowed her eyes. “The kind of glow you get when you’re hiding something fishy.”