Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

“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.

“Also… how are we supposed to get a baby brother or sister if we’re sleeping with them?” “Oh! You’re right!” Stephie gasped. “We shouldn’t sleep with you anymore, Mommy!” My jaw dropped. I stopped walking, completely watching the two of them happily run upstairs ahead of me.

Throughout the weekend, I barely talked to anyone, including my mother, and I locked myself inside my room the entire time. "What's wrong, Amanda? You look worried," my mom would ask each time she saw me. "Nothing, mom. I'm fine," was always my response. She knew I was hiding something from her and wanted to get the truth out of me. How could I tell her that I slept with my stepbrother and that her husband used me whenever he pleased?

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

“You like it… you like my cock?” “Ye… yesss… I… oh my gosh, I fucking love it.” “God… I can’t… hell… I couldn’t believe this… finally fucking you.” My dad finally fell asleep on the couch. I started fucking her roughly without wasting time. “Holy hell…mom, I have been dreaming about fucking you for three years,” “Annn… mmmm… son… fuck your stepmom, fuck me hard,” she started moaning out loudly. She was kinda noisy. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

Wanted. The house was quiet when I stepped inside, which wasn’t unusual. My step mom, Isodora and step sister, Natalia were probably out shopping again, and Father was likely still at the office. I kicked off my shoes by the door and headed straight for my bedroom, a small smile tugging at my lips. Maybe tonight we could order takeout and watch that movie he kept talking about. Normal couple stuff. The kind of normal I craved. I pushed the door open without knocking.

We stayed locked together, trembling, his cock twitching as he filled me completely. We barely made it back to our rooms. I fell asleep with his cum still leaking out of me, smiling like the cat who got the cream. The next morning at breakfast, Mom chattered happily about her day, completely oblivious. Thorne sat across from me, looking every bit the respectable stepfather. But when our eyes met, we shared a secret, filthy smile. His foot brushed mine under the table. I didn’t just seduce my stepdad… I stole him. And I have no intention of giving him back.

Julie We froze at the sight of our parents. I could see the horror in my mom's eyes as she held Melvin's father who didn't hide his disdain. “This is unacceptable!" My mom yelled furiously. “Sweetie, tell me you haven't been sleeping with your brother," she mumbled, her voice unable and filled with anxiety. “He is my step-brother, Mom and I love him. Please, don't tell me to stay away from him," I confessed and she shook me vigorously, screaming with pain and sorrow in her voice.

A few hours later, Daisy barked us awake that my mother was home, giving us just a few seconds to scramble and pretend nothing happened. ********* Staying with Grace has made me miss my Daddy, so here I am back home. "Daddy, what's something kinky you always wanted to do with Mom but couldn't?" I asked my stepdad from the doorway of his master bedroom. "Ah, geez, bumpkin," he answered. "It's like seven in the morning, you know? Come on." But I insisted. I skipped over to him wearing my cropped white tank top with spaghetti straps and baby blue panties and jumped into bed with him.

He left with his shoes in his hand and the door closed harder than it needed to. I lived with my stepmother, my stepfather, and my stepbrother in a house that always smelled like whatever my stepmother had cooked the night before and the cologne my stepdad wore. Mom worked late shifts at the hospital. The second she walked through the door she took two sleeping pills with a glass of water and was gone for the night. The house became quiet in a way that felt deliberate. My stepbrother, Jake, was twenty-four. Same age as me. He had the kind of body that looked like it was built for work and fighting, not for being polite.