Pregnant Stepsister Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Or did you not keep her in the loop?” "I get why you would be mad I did not mention that I have a step sister and she happens to be your fiancee" I start slowly, "but I don't get what she or your mother have to do with the pregnancy or with you to be honest." i add “So stop,” I say sharply, "I am sorry I didn't mention that Moraa was my step sister but that had absolutely nothing to do with what was and is still happening to me. Everything I said was the truth," He finally goes quiet. “I will not talk to you like this,” I say, my voice steadier now, colder. “Not when you are drunk, not when you are like this.”

I tried to block out the picture from my mind, but it was all I could see as I drove into our estate. The huge gate opened, but I didn’t move. The engine of my car hummed, waiting, as if it too understood the weight of the moment. I glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing nothing but headlights reflecting at me. I was alone in my thoughts, alone with the decision that had been circling in my mind ever since I found out my step sister is pregnant with my husband. “Hey! Are you going in or not?” The screams and yells of everyone behind me brought me back to reality. I drove inside the compound, parked by the gate as they all drove in deeper.

“Stella, please listen to me.” I shook my head. “What am I supposed to do here, Jaxon?” My voice trembled despite my effort to keep it steady. “Tell me, what exactly am I supposed to do now?” He opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him time to answer. “My stepsister is pregnant for you.” The words hurt even as I said them. “She is carrying your child, Jaxon.” He looked at me. “I know.” “Then what am I doing here?” “You are the woman I love.”

Thus I just stayed in the house, counting the days until my eighteenth birthday. Matilda's smile was thin and tight. “We just came to check on you,” “I know how you are feeling. The news of my daughter's pregnancy must be hard for you to handle….” “This is betrayal,” I spat out. How could my step sister have slept with my husband? How could she do this to me? “You should even be happy that I volunteered to save your sorry ass. You can never give your husband an heir. You are barren and you will always be,” Melissa said, a smirk playing on her lips. Not just her. Her mother too.

A thick string of leftover cum dripped out as she opened herself. Damien stepped closer, fully naked, his cock already rock-hard again. He grabbed one of the handheld cameras for tighter shots. “Look at the camera and tell them whose pregnant whore you are.” Raven’s eyes watered as she stared into the lens. “I’m Daddy’s pregnant stepsister whore… This belly is his. He bred me. I’m carrying my stepbrother’s baby.” “Good girl.” Damien zoomed in on her leaking tits. “Now squeeze them. Show how much milk your stepbrother made you produce.”

The fear coursing through her eyes, her body tensing in my touch. “It’s true?” she asked. Her words barely alive, a whisper—and I nodded in response to her words. “I’m sorry. It’s... strange, I know...” “Strange?” Isabella asked, now anger evident in her tone. She pulled slightly away from me, arching up both of her eyebrows. “You think it’s just *strange*?” she asked again, her voice becoming alarmingly menacing and louder. “I’m pregnant, Diego. Pregnant for you. My bloody *stepbrother*! You knew, but you fucked me... and like that wasn’t bad enough, you pumped me full of your cum! I’m pregnant, Diego. Or should I call you... brother?”

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.

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.

I was about to turn and walk away when the door hinges creaked and my step mother opened the door. My clothes were now soaked wet and full of blood from the open wound. “Please help me.” i said to her as tears streamed down my face. “What are you doing here Vanessa? Do you want to get us all killled?” she furiously asked at the top of her voice as her daughter joined her at the door way. “ I am pregnant and i don't have anywhere else to go, please.” i said looking at my step sister hoping she will convonce her mother for me.

“Don’t play stupid. You disappeared for hours today and came back looking like you’d rather be anywhere else. And the one person you cared about checking on was Rhea.” “She’s my stepsister. Her mother was in the hospital. Of course, I cared about making sure she was okay.” “Right. Your stepsister.” She said the word like it was an accusation. “Is that what we’re calling it?” I took a step toward her, letting my presence become slightly threatening without actually touching her. “Be very careful what you say next.” She did not back down, which surprised me. “Or what? Will you kick me out while I’m pregnant with your child? That would look fantastic for you.”