Spying On My Step Sister Novels & Stories

"Oh my god oh my..." He finally felt his step sister's pussy loosen for a moment before clenching on and off around his finger. Her juices slicked all his fingers and her pussy lips as her thighs trembled around his hand. Stephanie arched her back then rolled her head back as her thighs clapped together around his hand tucked between them. After a brief paralyzing moment, her body relaxed. I just made my step sister cum. "Ohm- ahhm... mmmm..." Stephanie's moans and breathing slowly came under control slowly as she panted. Her eyes opened and looked up at the ceiling. She rolled her eyes like she was trying and failing to control herself.

I sigh, gripping the steering wheel. “Are you ok?” Sundae says, pulling me from my thoughts. “I’m good,” I reply. “So that was her, Maija.” I remain silent. “She’s your stepsister. That’s…messy.” “Look, I appreciate what you’re doing, but I don’t want to talk about it.” “So, let’s not talk,” she says as her hands trail down my thigh. I glance at her, a bit confused. Did she still want to sleep with me after what she just witnessed?

I turned swiftly, my eyes now meeting his gaze while he ate. Thomas didn't speak. I waved his struggle to find words just like I had my eyes on him and Sarah did a while now. I saw the visits they had with the healer and the way they behaved him with. He was disposable to them, just like I am with them. “I have no idea.” He finally said. I laughed it off and left that day with nothing but a smile on my face. I didn't need them knowing I was onto them. A few days later, I sat by my couch, listening to a spy report about my stepbrother and his mate when a knock came at the door.

"What was I busy with? You've started with your lame excuse again. For real? Busy? Me? When?" She glared at me. "You were busy with our stepbrother that night in the hospital. I knocked and knocked, but you couldn't respond. So I went to the back of the window, and I saw you both. You were having sex." My eyes widened. "What…what are you talking about?" I whispered. Sally signed again, "I saw you both having sex." "You… You didn't see anything," I stuttered. Sally brought out her phone and played a video, showing me the evidence. "See? You both are having sex, you and our stepbrother. I recorded it. What if Mom and Dad hear about this?"

What does a guy do when he finds out his hot blonde step sister has been watching a lot of p**n videos with most of them including getting fucked by her stepbrother? Well, he does what Dylan McCarty does. He sets a trap to give her exactly what she wants. Dylan’s computer had shut down unexpectedly one afternoon. His parents and his stepsister, Amy, were out for the day. Amy was any guy's wet dream. Curvy, busty blonde with the perfect ass–Dylan would know, he had seen her bend over in a towel once and jerked off to the sight of her smooth creamy ass when he was alone in the bathroom.

My stepfamily was quickly picked out of curiosity. “You are very right my dear I have noticed that she leaves randomly every single day but …” my stepmother said coughing up her chest and looking very proud of herself as if she had finally accomplished something worthwhile, it was ironic to think that she believed deep down in her heart that she had exposed me to my father in some kind of filthy way when she was far more worst and the skeletons in her closet could choke someone with the dust. “Since when have I become a child that everybody is monitoring my movements? Am I in some kind of prison where I'm not free to move as I want to again?” I said confidently, turning to face them.

It was turned on and a clip was playing. I inched closer to the phone and I saw my sister right there in my bedroom. “Shit! I knew it was him who installed those cameras to spy on me!” I muttered under my breath. I was so angry but I didn’t want to make a scene or ruin the night so I grabbed the phone and found a delete icon where I deleted the tapes and disconnected his phone from the cameras hidden in my room then I stormed out of his room to go and find him wherever he was.

I said carefully, "I don't know what you think is happening but—" "I see it in your eyes every time you look at him. Don't insult me by pretending otherwise." Her voice stayed level but there was something underneath it that wasn't calm at all. "I know girls like you. You come in quiet and you make yourself comfortable and before anyone notices you've made yourself necessary. I'm telling you now, as a courtesy, to step back." "I'm his stepsister," I said. "And I see exactly how you look at your stepbrother." The word landed like a small blade. "I'm not stupid, Summer. I grew up in rooms full of people pretending things were something they weren't. I always knew."

Sophia’s latest text burned in my pocket all day like a live grenade. I felt sick. suddenly starring in my own blackmail drama. This wasn’t some TikTok scandal, this was real life with real rich people who could destroy us. I spent the afternoon pacing my room, AirPods blasting sad playlists while I tried to act normal. Mom kept texting me about helping with dinner prep for Sophia’s visit. Like, cool, let’s all pretend everything’s fine while my stepbrother’s “perfect match” threatens to expose the fact that he’s been railing me every night.

"That's worth dying for." She stood. "I'll continue surveillance. Track their movements. Let you know if they surface." "And the sister?" "Date tomorrow night. 7 PM. I'll have people watching. See where it leads." "Good. Make sure she falls for Julian Voss and when the time comes—when I need leverage—she'll be right there, completely unaware she's fucking her boyfriend's brother's twin who wants to destroy everything she loves." "You're a monster." "I'm a monster they created. There's a difference."