Sleeping With Stepsis Novels & Stories

Bad. Tonight we were all sleeping in the same bed. Mom insisted some family bonding bullshit after a long week. I showed up in my thin silk pajama shorts and tiny tank top, no bra, nipples already poking through from the AC. Mom was passed out on the far side, curled up facing the wall, dead to the world from her double shift. “Hey, petite,” my stepdad said when I walked in, that easy smile spreading across his face. His eyes all over me quick down my body, his eyes fixed on my legs before he looked away. But I caught it.

She sat up quickly, looking around the room like someone was chasing us. I quickly grabbed her shoulders. “Calm down. Calm down.” I patted her arm as she tried to steady her breathing. “It’s nothing.” She yawned loudly, clearly annoyed, and tried to lie back down. “Don’t sleep.” “Vanezza!” I quickly opened my bag and pulled out the bundles of cash. “This is money! This is money!!” I spread the bundles across the bed. She rubbed her eyes slowly, still half asleep, trying to focus.

I turned around slowly. "Are you okay with us hooking up?" I asked. "Totally." His answer came immediately. A nervous laugh came out of me. "So..." I started, feeling a little awkward. "Should we get to know each other a little first?" "Hm." That was all he said before he started walking toward me. The look on his face changed completely. Darker now. Very intense. Without thinking, I stepped backward. One step. Two. Until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fell onto it with a soft gasp.

Chapter 05 The office hallway seemed to stretch on forever as Olivia hesitated, her eyes fixed on the tall figure walking towards her. “Shit," she muttered under her breath, her heart thumping. Chad, her new stepbrother, had his piercing blue eyes staring right through her. It had been a very awkward morning since her mother made that announcement last night. Her boss was her stepbrother and she had just kissed him - how more awkward could that be? "Hey, Chad," Olivia ventured, her voice soft and tentative, trying to break the ice.

Her words floated softly into the night, a quiet promise meant only for her own heart. In that gentle darkness, Stephanie finally allowed herself to drift into sleep. Her dreams were filled with soft voices and flickering images of a future where love was kind and free of secrets. And as the night embraced her, she carried with her the memory of Clara's caring advice—a beacon of light to guide her through the uncertain days to come.

Dax's POV Three in the morning. Every inch of the house was steeped in our scent. The stairs were the first witnesses. Kieran had her pinned from behind, his hips slamming into her with a hard, frantic rhythm that made the wooden steps groan and creak in time. Her legs trembled so badly she could barely stand, her knees scraped raw. I was crouched on the step below, at the perfect angle to watch her breasts sway with every thrust. I reached out, my thumb grinding down hard on a peaked nipple.

None of it made sense. I took a slow, shaky step forward. Then another. My fingers tightened around the neck of the wine bag as I approached the bedroom door. I reached for the knob with trembling hands. And I heard it. “Fuck, yes. More, baby,” Reed groaned. The words stabbed into me like knives. My knees nearly gave way, but I pushed the door open. And froze. Blonde curls. A tangle of sheets. Naked bodies. Her. The bottle slipped from my hands and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Not wanting to shock her, Billy put on a pair of briefs. He left the room and what he saw in the living room left him speechless. He stopped in the doorway and stared salaciously at his woman. Stephanie was wearing a short black nightgown and was dancing barefoot around the room. She was in some kind of a trance. ‘Can’t keep my hands to myself… No matter how hard I’m trying to...’ could have been heard coming out from the speakers. Stephanie, with her eyes closed, was lip-syncing and dancing sensually.

Zara/Reika** I could feel my body sway softly in my sleep, a slight breeze tickling the soles of my feet and my face pressed against a solid surface that smelled of aftershave and pinewood. I pressed my nose into it like a newborn, my fingers curling as a bubble of warmth spread throughout my body. I cracked my eyes open, my vision still slightly blurry but I couldn't see the dark damp walls of the prison anymore. My eyes shot open immediately. My body was in mid air. I looked up to see Stephan's face, a dark shadow covering his chin and a faraway look in his eyes.

He then slowly walked me to the bedroom, and that was when my ears perked up. “What are we doing?” I asked him. He shook his head, with a naughty smile playing on his lips, “What's going on in that tiny head. We're going to bed, because it's been a long night for both of us.” He said, pulling his shirt off and I immediately turned around. How stupid can you be Stephanie? The two of you have been in much more compromising positions, while being completely naked, this was just sleeping. I calmed my nerves down and turned towards him to sleep.