Naughty Stepsister Novels & Stories

“What is wrong stepsis?“ I ask, “nothing…“ her sweet voice cracks as flips to the next page, I grin at her. The picture waiting for her in the next page is a full frontal nude of myself. In that shot, I have my hard shaft in my hand with my thumb pressing on the side to emphasize the swell of my cock head, and the precum beading at my slit. I watch as Lara look like she might pass out any minute, her eyes are wide and her breathing hectic. “Getting shy, stepsister?“ I ask with a cocky smirk and she shakes her head again, turning back the page to the previous one and she clears her throat…the sound gives me an idea.

By the time Elaine realized something was wrong, the narrative had already been sealed—she was careless, irresponsible, unfit. This time, the story was still being written. And Elaine intended to control every line. As she descended the grand staircase, she spotted Lily at the bottom. Waiting. Of course she was. Dressed in pale gold today, her stepsister looked radiant—like nothing had touched her, like nothing had ever been wrong. But Elaine noticed the details others wouldn’t. The slight stiffness in her shoulders. The careful way her fingers were interlocked. Lily was uneasy. Good. “Elaine,” Lily greeted softly, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “You’re up early.”

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.

He looks a little older than me. I nodded my head. "Are you going to your room? Why don't you join us? We're going to the clearing," he said politely. His friends groaned and threw him a look. "Seriously, Adam? You're inviting her?" A blonde girl said, crossing her arms around her kinda huge tits. She's only wearing a sports bra, which probably means that they're going to have training. "Why not? She's new here and she's our alpha's stepdaughter. It wouldn't hurt to have her company. If she agrees to come." He scratched his head and looked at me hopefully. I admit he's kinda cute and kind.

In irritation, I jump off my bed to go give that unruly person a piece of my mind, but as soon as my legs meet the ground, I feel them wobble and I crash back to my bed landing on my bump. If I don't head down now, my dad would chop me into bits for allowing someone disturb the peace and quiet of the house like this. I gently bring my legs to the ground once again. This time, when I feel balanced, I begin to move. Walking down the stairs feels odd and awkward. My legs feel as though walking down the stairs is a brand new task. I feel strange, there is something wrong and different with me, but this sort of thing of course is not something to discuss with my brother nor father.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.

I had spent twenty minutes the other night watching her from afar in our garden while she danced, unaware I was even there, reading into the movement of her body. All I needed was one more look, one more second, to realize where I had seen this stranger before. And here she was. My stepsister. Stripping in a place like this. The thought made a dark, poisonous anger claw at my throat. She was better than this place, better than the wandering eyes of the losers in the dark, and yet here she was, offering herself up for a handful of cash. The disrespect she was showing herself and, by extension, our name, made my blood boil.

I affirmed truthfully. "Mum. See how she's bluffing" Maya complained "Maya will be moving in tonight, I will get someone to send her luggages over by then, you will tell you Imbecile husband that you want your sister's companionship" declared my Stepmother harshly. "No qualms, I am irresistible anyway" My stepsister said adjusting her hair. Before the horrible woman left, she said "Mara you know letting your Nanny suffer during nursing without crossing the bottom line is something very easy to do?"

I look up at Zayne, who seems like he is about to explode. “No, we will talk about this now. Who is this bitch?” She shrieks which get the attention of a couple of diners who are close by. “This is my stepsister Maija.” I look at him incredulously, he’s been telling me all night we aren’t siblings, but the moment his raccoon shows up, all of a sudden, I’m his stepsister. Granted, I am, but still. Not cool, Zayne. “Oh…Zayne. I’m sorry for not trusting you…you kissed her hand, and I…wait, why are you kissing your stepsister’s hand?” I smirk as I look at him. Answer the girl, Zayne. He mouths the word, please help, and I sigh.

It revealed the result of a pregnancy test. My stepsister's lips curled into a wicked grin as she raised her gaze to meet mine, her eyes alight with malicious delight. "Well, well, well," she taunted with a sneer. "Look who has been sleeping around with different men and pretending to be innocent? I knew it, you’re just a cheap slut hiding under the image of an innocent maid.” My step brother moved closer to me dragging me by the arm towards him. “Who is the father you bitch?” He yelled, I bent my head, my eyes on my worn out shoes and refused to say a word.