Naughty Stepsister Novels & Stories

Marcello was lost in thought about everything he had planned, but the most important thing of all was Monica De Rossi, his stepsister, the daughter of that damned woman. He would never forget that day, the day he hired a private investigator to gather information about them. When he saw her picture for the first time, he could hardly believe his eyes. She was the same woman he had met two years ago on the beach in Viareggio, the woman he had felt deeply drawn to and had never been able to forget since that night. And now, he had discovered that she was the daughter of his greatest enemy. What a cruel twist of fate. "We've finally arrived at the mansion."

I knew she already suspected the truth, but I didn’t want to give her more ammunition to use against me. “Really? Then bring him here to meet everyone.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Because you are…” My eyes roamed her body. This crazy bitch had been screaming and moaning all through the night. “…my parents.” “I want you to prove to me that you’re not trying to steal my man.” “I’m his stepsister, for God’s sake! Stop accusing me of things that aren’t true.” “We both know you are after him,” she said with a smirk. “I can tell by the way your body reacts when he’s around. I’m not stupid. I always know when someone’s trying to steal my boyfriend.”

But this stranger wasn't just any werewolf; he was my mate. "Mate." He announced, his dark, velvety voice claiming full charge of my attention. And if you were wondering how I got here, well, here's an explanation. ***** "Wake up, you worthless bag of shit!" A loud yell fills my ears, snapping me out of sleep. With a soft yawn, I opened my eyelids to the view of the tall blonde beauty I knew as my stepsister. Just before I could find out what was going on, a bucket of water pools down my head as my eyelids jerk up to the unpleasant view of Natasha, my stepsister. I could feel fury flashing through me as the cold water washes down, anger channeling through my bloodstream.

“You don’t?” “We don’t live together.” Isabella laughed — a little too loud. “Oh my God, I hope not. That would be weird. You’re his stepsister.” Ainara’s eyes narrowed. Isabella leaned in, voice playful. “You know, there are so many pornos about that trope. Stepsister, stepbrother. It’s a whole genre.” Ainara didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “Do you watch those kinds of p**n, Isabella?”

I had been a very, very naughty girl. Bad, bad, bad. Bringing Danny home last night had been planned from the start. I knew Keith, my stepfather, would still be awake when we snuck into the house after dark—he worried about me like that. I knew he was going to quietly climb those stairs as I made out with the high school stud in my room. And I knew he would watch as we fucked. I'd had a little too much to drink, but it was my nineteenth birthday. As it turned out, Danny was a disappointment. He was good-looking and athletic, but he was such a boy. He had fumbled around with my panties like he couldn't believe his luck and pushed his cock into me with such excitement that he only lasted a few

"Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?" My late mom was a Pack hooker who got knocked up by Gamma Baldwin and I was the unwanted result who grew into the undesirable Omega. Horny and ignored. Now thanks to my lovely stepsister, everyone knew my fantasies. Now he knew. Damien sat with disgust on his face at the ugly revelation of what lay beneath the facade of my friendship. "Really? Ogling my boyfriend makes your pussy ache? What a loser. Babe, check this line out." My evil stepsister chuckled, clearly having fun. Having fun humiliating me.

Finally. My body moves towards her. “Nina…” “No. Erm…thank you…for the drink and everything. But I should get going.” “But…” “There's nothing left to say. You made it perfectly clear. I'm just your stepsister. That's all I'll ever be.” “It's not that simple.” my voice feels strangled. “Then by all means, make it simple.” She looks up at me, eyes wide. Tell her, goddamnit. You don't love Sloane. She's nothing but a signature on paper.

As if fate wanted to play a twisted game, Rufus turned eighteen and found out that Leanor was his mate - adding a new level of complexity to their already complicated situation. The fact that his stepsister was his mate left Rufus stunned. Episode 1 Leanor was lying on the bed when her friend mind linked her. When she opened the mind link, Raina's voice in a flash reverberated on the opposite end. "Are you really not planning to go to tonight's class get togather party?" Leanor snarled delicately as she got up from the bed. "I can't come." Leanor murmured gradually.. "Why can't you come?"

I didn’t even scream. “You bitch! You stupid, jealous bitch!” my stepsister shrieked, her voice manic with rage. “Apologize! Now!” She kicked me hard. I fell again, face-first into broken glass. Another kick. Then another. I couldn’t stand. I couldn’t fight. All I could do was crawl. I grabbed her feet. those feet that never knew dirt, pain, or hunger, and looked up at her through blood in my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I coughed. “I’m sorry for envying your outfits... I’m sorry.”

“You claim you do not drive people around but you seem to have become Britney’s chauffeur. Why? Why is she suddenly an exception? Because she’s your stepsister?” I hesitated before answering her. “Yes. Because she’s my stepsister.” “Oh is that so?” She rolled her eyes. “Can’t believe the day I would actually wish I was your sister would exist. But no, I’d rather now anyways. I can’t have all of that if I’m your stepsister.” “Okay cut it out,” I smacked her hands before she could have it roam around my abs any longer. “Let’s get this over with somewhere else. Come on.”