Naughty Stepsister Novels & Stories

My stepmother called me back into the living room after I had raced back to my room to check the dress suitable for the absurd occasion as instructed by my stepmother. On my arrival, I met my stepmother sniffling, and obviously feigning tears. “Oh, poor child!” As soon as Brandon set his eyes on me, while I ascended the stairs, he applauded, and smiled brightly. “Yes! This is one way of doing this! Just what I want!” Repulsion filled me and I almost puked, while I balled my hand into tight fists, hoping I was doing a good job at keeping my raging emotions in check, as my stepmother pushed me to stand before the old man.

I cut her off, my voice sharper than I intended. A smirk played on her lips. “I’m just reminding you of your place. I’m going to be your Luna. You know what that means, right? You’ll never be above me, Stephanie. You’re nothing more than a stepsister. So drop your pride before it’s too late. See you later.” And with that, she jogged off, leaving me standing there, staring into the distance. I wasn’t in the mood to work out anymore. My energy drained, I turned back and jogged toward the mansion.

Because she had nowhere else to go. A loud yawn echoed from upstairs. Vivian’s face instantly softened. “My darling Sophia must be awake.” The warmth in her voice vanished as she turned back to Emma. “If my daughter comes downstairs and breakfast isn’t perfect, you’ll skip dinner tonight.” Emma lowered her head. “Yes, ma’am.” She stood quietly, ignoring the sting in her bleeding hand. This wasn’t a home anymore. It was a prison. And she was serving a life sentence she never deserved. Emma had barely finished cleaning the broken porcelain when the sound of high heels echoed down the grand staircase.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

She rubbed her knee with exaggerated movements and waited until I glanced over before continuing in her mind, "I climbed all 999 steps to the church on my knees to get it. But I won't tell Diane that. It would only burden her." Hearing her words, I looked up in surprise and clasped her hand, my eyes tearing up in gratitude. "Shirley, you silly child. I promise that I'll keep this talisman close." She feigned a puzzled look, but the moment I turned away, a fleeting triumphant smirk flashed across her face. … Soon, I was due for delivery. As I was taken into the delivery room with the protective talisman, Shirley lingered nearby, looking like someone who was waiting for a show to begin.

Natasha was a little shaky, but she didn't want it to be too obvious. “What?” She asked me, surprisingly. “Did you just talk to me like that? Have you forgotten your place and whom you are talking to?” She kept on adding more questions to the ones she asked before now. “Of course I know who I'm talking to, or do you have a twin who talks, looks, and acts exactly like you?” I questioned her back, angrily. Natasha Jones, one of James Jones’s daughters, my stepsister who thought she won me after snatching my ex-husband away from me.” I said to her, staring right into her eyes.

The day before the list of names for guaranteed university admission was announced, a synced note I shared with Bryce Joller for three years suddenly showed a reminder: [Operation: Save Lara Lane] I stared at it for a long moment before tapping on it. [1st: Give Nelly Seagel's spot to Lara.] [2nd: Go to the city where Lara's university is, take care of her, and let her join Joller Group when she graduates.] [3rd: After witnessing Lara get married, marry Nelly.] I stared at those three lines for a long time, unable to believe it. Bryce hated homewreckers the most because his mother was driven to death by one. Thus, over the years, he stayed up late studying with me, shielded me from my

Thanks to my stepsister, I was pregnant with the stranger's baby, but I finally decided to have them, and I have to say it was the wisest decision I ever made. I'm a designer, and I can happily raise my pups. I cherish what I have now. Her groom will undoubtedly be Jax; she has been fighting me for him since childhood. And to get him, she even conspired to make me lose my virginity. When I think about that night, I feel like there are a thousand needles in my heart. "I'm not coming to the Pack ever again." My answer was firm, and there was no persuasion after this. She scoffed, her voice cold, "I knew you would say this, but don't you want your mother's things?"

Brutal. And now, thanks to his father's last will and testament, he was shackled to a responsibility he neither wanted nor asked for. Marriage. To **her**. Luciano’s jaw tightened at the thought. His new "wife" was none other than Aria Bellini — his twenty-one-year-old stepsister. The same reckless, fiery girl who had once driven him insane by sneaking out of the house at night, laughing at his rules, tempting the very edge of his patience.

My little brother, Stephen, is butt naked, balls deep in some big-booty, acrylic nail having, lashes longer than a butterfly girl, and the worst part? She’s bent over my damn credenza. “SHIT, CeCe!” he yells, scrambling to cover himself. We'll at least he had on a condom. “Is this your wife?” the girl asks, pulling her dress down. “HELL no, that’s my sister!” Stephen barks like I just insulted his ancestry. “Oh,” she says, casually. “’Cause I was bout to tear some shit up.” I shoot her a look like try it, sweetheart.