Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

She continued. “—I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours hearing stories about you.” I frowned. “What stories?” “That you’re—-,” she paused. “You’re sleeping with your step-brother.” I nearly choked on my coffee. “What?” “Answer me!” My heartbeat stumbled, because technically, that wasn’t a rumor; that part was true. “You know it’s not true.” I snapped. My mother actually gasped. “Not true?” She sounded horrified. “You say that like it’s normal.”

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.

She let out a short laugh. “Your only hope?” she repeated mockingly. “Girl, if I’m truly your only hope, then get your ass off my bed and get ready for work.” Her words hit me like a slap. “You can’t keep sleeping all day and expect me to take care of you,” she continued. “Do I look like your parents?” My heart shattered the moment she mentioned them. “Bringing my parents into this isn’t necessary,” I said quietly. “It is!” she responded angrily.

Did he even come home last night? I need to douse my head in cold water. Things are starting to add up too quickly. I can’t hide what I’m suspecting anymore. “Sean is sleeping with his step-mom...”