Naughty Stepsister Novels & Stories

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.

"Shh, baby. Campus is waking up. Don't want some freshman walking by and seeing me finger-fuck my stepsister against the wall, do you?" The word—*stepsister*—sent a forbidden thrill racing through me, making my walls clench around his fingers. It was our dirty little game, the edge that pushed everything higher. I bit his palm, nodding frantically, eyes locked on his as he worked me higher, higher, the coil in my belly tightening until— "Then do something about it," I panted when he moved his hand, nipping his jaw, my own fingers fumbling with his belt. "Right here. Fuck me, Nolan. I need you inside me."

KAELIN I shouldn't covet her. It was taboo and frowned upon by society. It would disgust anyone who heard it, but I couldn't end my feelings. I couldn't tell my heart who to lust over. That first day, when she helped me without knowing who I was, was the day my feelings started. We were just kids, but I knew, deep down, that she would be mine someday. Fate had to play a sick joke by bringing our parents together and making the girl I love my stepsister, making it impossible for me to love her freely.

"Don't even think about it! Trash will always be trash, and don't ever expect me to pick it up." Hearing Kimberly's words about her mother, Deborah clenched her fists. She roughly grabbed Kimberly's shoulder, forcing the girl to face her. "Don't you dare act like that towards my mom! Regardless, she's married to Daddy. You have no right to treat her like that!" Deborah shouted, her eyes glaring. But it didn't scare Kimberly. She even stepped forward, as if challenging the girl in front of her. Deborah was the one slowly stepping back in fear. "You're just like your mother. Both of you are trash that will never be noble, even if you're placed in a palace." Kimberly's eyes were filled with hat

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.

" 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."

My favorite stuffed animals were arranged neatly on my bed. “I prepared these things ahead of time. I hope you’ll like it here,” my stepfather said, rubbing his nose. Like a beast hiding its claws, I felt warmth from a father figure for the first time and quickly accepted this new family, forgetting about the stepbrother I hadn’t yet met. The next day, as I walked down the grand spiral staircase, I ran into a tall young man. I froze, unsure what to do, while he squinted at me, then pushed me into the corner of the staircase, wrapping his hand around my neck.

Victor knows this, which is why he spent a fortune on blackout curtains and a whole-house generator that apparently decided tonight was the perfect night to take a vacation. My hands scrambled across the nightstand for my phone. Found it, thumbed the flashlight on. The thin beam shook in my grip as I slid out of bed, bare feet hitting cool marble. Silk camisole, tiny sleep shorts, hair everywhere. I looked like a lunatic and felt like one. I needed another human being. Any human being. Even if that human being happened to be the same infuriating stepson who’d had his thumb on my lip six hours ago.

In a couple seconds I started rubbing my left nipple alongside, with my other hand. It kinda felt good and naughty at the same time. How do I tell people I was masturbating to the thought of my stepbrothers? Suddenly my door swung open revealing my stepbrothers. “What the fuck!” I shouted and quickly pulled up my blanket to cover myself. It was Zane, Axel and Thane, they froze for a second in shock then Axel acted like it didn’t just happen. “Hey stepsister,” he said with a laughing grin, “it’s time for the traditional ritual.”

She had even dropped comments on some of them. “God, I wish this were me so bad. I have a yummy stepbrother. I wish he would just push me on the ground and rip my pussy.” “Damn sis, you want me to fuck you so bad?” Dylan hissed, reaching down to untie his sweatpants. He glanced around the slightly messy room, imagining his naughty stepsister watching these videos, wishing it were her instead. He imagined her sprawled on her bed, spreading her legs wide while rubbing her perfectly manicured fingers over her slick pussy.