Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

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.

I said and before she could say anything else, I hung up the call and threw the phone next to me, sighing. “I shouldn’t think more about this. I need to go to sleep” I told myself and immediately pulled the blanket up to my face and shut my eyes. After a while, I removed the blanket from my face and whispered, “Is mom actually marrying someone?” I gulped and sighed in frustration, before pulling the blanket back to my face and went to sleep thinking about how the meeting with my to-be-stepfather would go...

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...”

Georgina offers an answer. “Why, what's been happening?” Liam asks again. “It doesn't matter right now. Darling, are you okay? Can you hear us?” My stepmom is kneels next to me. “Yes, I can hear you all. I am fine. Just the lack of sleep and too much booze caused it. You all need to lay off a bit.” Getting up, I walk to the kitchen, with everyone watching me, waiting. Grabbing toast, I walk back through. Liam goes to his room which I am grateful for. Sitting, I talk to my step-mum, keeping the conversation off Max and more about university, work and, well, Jackson.

Knowing. I told myself I hated him for it. But late at night, when the house was quiet and Mom was asleep next to him in their king bed, I’d lock my door, pull my laptop under the covers, and search for videos that looked too much like us. Stepdad catching his stepdaughter alone in the kitchen. Stepdad bending her over the island. Stepdad whispering “good girl” while he fucked her raw. I’d watch with the volume so low I had to press my ear to the speaker, fingers slipping under my panties, circling slow while some stranger on screen groaned “that’s it, princess.”

I stifled a cry, my knees buckling as I watched him finally cum inside her, his body tensing, a low roar escaping his lips. They collapsed together, panting, and I slipped away before they noticed, my body still buzzing with need. ~~ Later that night, Mom headed out for her night shift at 8 p.m., leaving dinner ready on the table. It was just me and my stepdad—Daddy—alone. My pussy ached from the earlier orgasm, but the hunger was back, stronger. We sat opposite each other, the tension thick as I poked at my food, my mind racing with dirty fantasies.

She asked in a half-drowsy voice, her hand still in her pants, rubbing herself. “Madam, your mother is around; she's asking for your presence in the sitting room.” “Oh, when did she come back?” Scarlett asked silently. "About 30 minutes ago, madam." Her mother initially told her earlier that week that she would introduce her to her new lover today, who would also end up becoming her stepdad. “Tell her I’ll be right with her." “Alright madam.” The maid responded before running off. Scarlett stretched out on the bed before hurriedly getting down from the bed to change. She sighed, trying to come to terms with the reality of having a stepdad—another old man in his fifties—to boss her around.

As if none of this mattered because he knew the truth. How much I didn't. “Say it again.” “I. Hate. You.” His eyes darkened, but the smirk never faltered even for a second. “God, I love it when you lie.” He said with a slight chuckle. “Kade! Where the hell are you?” Maya’s voice came from below us. He headed over to the balcony to respond to her. I didn't think about it as I ran straight for my bedroom. If I had stayed there any longer, I would have started saying and wishing for things married women don’t ask from other people… especially not their stepson.

But I have always wanted my first time to be my mate or someone I like, I have imagined it to be beautiful and magical. Not some random hook up and with my step brother. The craziest part is that I was considering it but I just kept reminding myself he is my stepbrother. Do step siblings sleep together? It is forbidden. But I might like Jethson too, if I don't….I won't feel this way. I sighed, turning around in my bed. “Shit” I cursed, I like my rude alpha stepbrother. But do I want to sleep with a tough decision to make?