Naughty Stepsister Novels & Stories

The actress looked down at her stepbrother in the video and moaned and begged for more and the actor replied as he fucked the girl, "I want to cum inside you, stepsister. Can I cum inside you, stepsister?" "Ohh fuckk!" Stephanie moaned as she humped away at her pillow. Her breathing was a ragged pant as her ponytail bounces wildly on her neck as her thigh seized strongly on either side of her pillow. "Cumm inside me, brother. Cum inside my pussy. Please..." Stephanie moaned to herself. She imagined Matt between her legs. She could see his face looking up at her.

My hands tremble as I pop open another button on my blouse, letting it fall open to reveal my breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” I whisper, the confession shocking even me. “Your hand on my tit. Your cock against my ass. I know you’re my stepbrother, Kai. I know this is so fucking wrong. But I’ve been wet for hours. I keep imagining you bending me over and fucking me like I’m the whore you ordered.” His cock visibly twitches in his sweatpants. He stands up slowly, towering over me. “You’re my stepsister,” he says, but his hand is already reaching out, cupping my breast again, thumb brushing my hard nipple. “We can’t do this.”

A picture of Jason and the hooker was displayed on my screen and a text from Blair came along with it. "She is his stepsister and not a hooker." Stepsister? Isn't that like incest? I scoffed. The nerve. I needed to stop thinking about it, but I couldn't help it. I gave my all to him, even went against Dad for him.

"Yeah... You licked my pussy... and fucked me... We fucked, Nicholas. We finally did." "I've wanted to for so long, Daisy." "It's wrong," she whispered. "But it's also so right. So right... I'm going to my room, and I want to come again. Do you want to come watch?" "Fuck, yes, but Mom's still awake. Just picture my face between your legs... my tongue on your clit..." “Okay then…Goodnight, stepbrother." "Goodnight, stepsister." I laid back in the dark, the taste of her still on my lips, her voice in my ears. The world was insane. My mother was a drunken voyeur. My stepsister was my lover. Her best friends were my tutors and promised conquests.

Who even said you look like a female? You look like a man in feminine clothes. You're so ugly and disgusting. My chest tightens when his voice repeatedly rings in my ears. All skin and bones with no curves, just fake boobs that are larger than your tiny masculine body. Deranged bitch! I try to shove his voice away, the sound. But it's futile. I fucking want my bitchy little spoilt brat of a step sister. I've always wanted Katherine right from the moment my eyes caught glimpse of her at our parents shitty wedding thirteen days ago.

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.

I talked with Dad even as my eyes kept drifting back to Anita's smiling face, perking up every time I heard her laugh. Talking with Dad gave me the excuse I needed to have Chanel leave me alone, and she paired off with my sister. When Dad had to get back to his bride, I hung back and watched as he joined Anita and my new step-mom. As the crowd started moving toward the reception, moving further onto the beach, I'd finally had enough of being patient. Everyone would be taking their time to eat and mingle, and I felt like I'd restrained myself enough. As my family walked off, I got to Anita before she could take off with them, and I almost thought she looked guilty. Was she planning to avoid m

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

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 pushed, trying to resist him. “My new stepsister”, Hayden whispered. The desire and passion in his voice made me shiver. “Keep your hands to yourself”, I warned, my chest heaving. “Okay, Grace, but you melted into my kiss” He smirked. “You forced me”, I denied. “I’m your stepsister, so please keep your hands to yourself.f” “Sister?” Hayden scoffed. “Why don’t you go tell the parents” He blew hot air in my ears, making my knees weak.