Sinning With My Stepmother Novels & Stories

But I knew that every inch of ground I stepped on had drunk her blood. She was buried on Earth. She must have felt the cold and loneliness of Hell as I did. I stepped on the steps, and the light of the room shone on the tips of my shoes. I looked down and saw a dark shadow cast from the upper of my shoe. A woman stood in my way. When I looked up, my stepmother gave me a tight slap. Her sharp nails ran across my cheek. "How dare you do this to my daughter!" Said Lydia menacingly, her eyes wide with heavy eye shadow.

I wouldn’t- Only a monster would do this. I’m not. I’m a good girl. I plead to myself as if it had never happened. No, it didn’t. I must be wrong. I would never- “It can only be expected that it would do in its nature….” my stepmother's words echo. “My nature.” Was this… my nature? No, no, no! I refuse, but I can’t stop myself from sinking. What if she was right? That I am dangerous.

All of her mother's treasured ornaments were gladly given to her stepmother. “Mother,” In anguish, her words flowed out of her mouth. It was tough to manage the shock because it had never been so easy to accept the family's treachery. "Do not address me as your mother." I don't want to hear the word "mother" coming out of your whore's mouth. It's not so difficult to believe that your mother's blood runs through your veins," her stepmother added, humiliating her and her mother, who had long ago passed away. "You!!" Julia couldn't control her body and lunged for her stepmother to beat her, but Stacy stood between them.

I cried. He grabbed my palms, pressing them tightly. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice gentle, tears already filling his eyes. And then came the snake herself—my stepmother. She walked in, and for a second I thought maybe she’d beg. But no. She never learns. “So… now you’re making your father cry in public because of your stupidity? If it wasn’t for us, do you think you’d be living well, breathing well? You owe us,” she snapped, yanking my hands from my father’s.

I raised my head, and my eyes widened in surprise. ’M... Mom?” I said shakily as I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep the tears down. “Step-mother to you! After you killed your mother? How dare you call me that? Do you want to kill me too?” She spat out, her face heavily caked with make-up and a bright red lipstick. “I already regret being a stepmother to an ingrate like you! Look at what you've done! See how you've disgraced this family and stained our names!”

This was worse than murder, worse than theft, worse than any sin ever written in any book. I was a stepfather. She was my stepdaughter. She was the fruit of my wife’s womb. And here I was, using her mouth like a cum rag, ruining her soul and mine forever. And it felt like the only thing I was ever meant to do. "Look at this," I whispered, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to look her in the eyes while the thick head of my cock still rested heavy on her tongue. "Look at what we are, baby. Look how damned we are."

“Weren’t you running your mouth now? Didn’t you want to finish me off?“ I yelled “You didn’t hear anything, you have nothing against me. I did nothing so let me go this instant Zane. I am still your stepmother.” I couldn’t help but laugh. A step mother? “More like a step devil. What sort of ‘mother’ would want to kill her child they way you want to kill me. Not even in my twenty plus years of living did I ever think you would stoop this incredibly low just so you can gain some few more dollars. You are the most selfish person I have ever known and that is no argument.” I snapped angrily. Locking her arm behind her tightly.

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

“Who is she?” The woman looked uncomfortable now, glancing between us and him. “I… I’m sorry,” he said, stammering. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it!” my mom shouted, her voice echoing across the room. “How long has this been going on? Huh?!” My stepdad tried to step forward, but I stepped in front of my mom without even thinking. “Don’t. Just… don’t.” The air was thick. I felt my heart pounding so loud it could drown out anything anyone said. Betrayal, disbelief, anger, all tangled together.

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”