Pregnant Stepsister Novels & Stories

“She’s my stepsister.” “Step,” Jacks said dramatically, raising a finger. “Keyword, step.”

I got through the morning by lying with my entire body. No sudden movements. No coffee. No standing up too fast. When the smell of someone’s heated leftover pasta drifted across the floor at 10:20, I dug my nails into my palm until the nausea receded enough to breathe again. Jess kept shooting me looks. I kept giving her the same tight smile that meant drop it. I was pregnant, and no one in this building could know. Especially not him.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

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. Grunting, I slid my dick into the willing hole of the whore I picked up because of how much she looked like her, the lady I wasn't supposed to think about, one I had pushed away from home. I wrapped my fist around the lady's red hair and tugged hard, causing her to gasp. Her pussy clenched around my dick as I increased my pace, tightening my hold. “More,” she begged, her arse cheeks bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck! I need more!” She tried to turn, but I held her hair tighter.

I said, "I won't take advantage of you. If you feel this way, sober, in the morning. We'll do it." "I want it now," Zara said, pouting. "This is your one chance, Richard. You turn me down, you'll never get this pussy. My big tits. My sweet body. Don't you want it little brother? Don't you want to fuck sissy? Give it to her good? Fill her up with all your naughty little sibling spermies?" "I do," I said. Well, maybe not that last part. Getting my step sister pregnant seemed like a really bad idea. But the rest of it? Yeah, I was up for that. But not if my step sister might not mean it.

Before checking herself in the mirror again . She put on a flat shoe and headed downstairs. She couldn’t wear heels since she is pregnant. She walked out of the house, to see Elsie stepping out of her car . She had just arrived. Elsie was dressed to kill in a short red gown, her hair in a ponytail. Seeing that both of them were wearing red dresses, Stephanie asked, “how did you know I will be putting on a red gown ?” “Sister’s intuition!”Elsie answered and the both laughed.

She acted so well, not raising a single suspicion. "So you decided to have someone do your dirty work? Take pictures of our private moments while you pretend to be our friend?" "James, I…" I withdraw my hold on her and let her move towards him. "You know how badly I want you. You know how much I love you. You know how I feel, and I– I couldn’t handle your rejection. I was willing to do anything. Besides, she’s your stepsister, James." She passes me a look of disgust, and I chuckle wryly as she turns back to him. "What you’re doing isn’t right, and you know it. You should be with someone like me. Someone who—"

She deserves to be a famous model, but her attitude is unsuitable for managing. "Have you aborted your pregnancy?" I asked, giving a code for her to sit opposite me. "Not yet!" her answer was short; she breathed. "I-I can't!" "There's a reason for that?" "My husband is married to my stepsister and doesn't know I'm pregnant!" "So?" "I need my son in the future for my revenge!" "explain to me!"

When I thought about my step sister being pregnant, I knew that my position was in danger. If he ever saw them… if he ever saw her again… I had to do something. I visited the hospital under an alias and arranged for her to be sent to a facility I controlled. Money talks. Especially when paired with sob stories and a fake tear. “She's young and reckless,” I told them. “No family support. She's prone to instability. Please help her.” They didn’t ask questions. I paid them well. And I made sure her labor would be long. Complicated. Painful. The more miserable the experience, the less likely she’d bounce back.

That was also when I realized that my fated mate's eyes and heart were filled entirely with his fragile stepsister. Drew said protecting her was his responsibility. I understood. I even gave up all external affairs to focus on supporting him and helping him consolidate his power. Five whole years had gone by. Now, my fated mate was willing to let me die for his stepsister. Why should I? I'd never wait around like a sitting duck.