Step Family Novels & Stories

STEP BROTHER X STEP SISTER 1 AXEL~~ Returning back home for the summer was going to be another banger as always oh-fuck! Not anymore that is. My father ventured off looking for a wife and got married in Bali, that wasn't the only problem. Thanks to my father and his new wife finally on their honeymoon, it was the the fact that I now had to deal with the vexatious daughter of my new step mother, Sarah fucking Anderson.

Without a second thought, he pushed Stephanie aside and held his wife tightly in his arms, his voice thick with concern. "No, Kayla, don't cry. Stephanie's baby isn't mine. I just couldn't bear to see her suffer from the gossip about being pregnant out of wedlock. The father ran off, and she couldn't terminate the pregnancy because of her condition. I just wanted to help her. "After all, she's your sister, isn't she?" Kayla froze. Even now, she could still remember the day Stephanie returned to the Campbell family. She had tumbled down the stairs all on her own, then had run crying to their parents.

I stepped bαck α little‚ my voice dropping. “There αre so mαny things keeping us αpαrt‚ Killiαn. Cαn’t you see thαt? It’s not just the cαmpαign. It’s everything. It’s your mom αnd my dαd. They’re mαrried. You’re my stepbrother. People won’t ever look pαst thαt.”

I shot upright so fast that water splashed into my eyes and nose. “What the fuck?” Stephen couldn’t possibly be serious. Bold of him to assume we were ever getting back together. “Miserable, I know,” Hera said. “It’s barely been a day since I left Chicago and he’s already spinning stories.” I huffed a breath. “That man has an impressive talent for embarrassing himself.” “It’s been happening for a while now,” she said lazily. “According to Reed, Stephen’s nearly fallen out with the rest of his family.” What—

“You're fucking twenty years old, Ivy. And you don't remember who put their mouth on your neck. You don't remember — “I remember you're not my father,” I snapped at him. The words hung in the air. Bitter. He didn't flinch; his expression stayed flat. But something flickered in his eyes. Dark. “I'm not your father, I'm your stepbrother. And your mother put your care in my hand, meaning I'm responsible for you.” “I don't want you to be.” Grabbing my arm, “too bad,” he said, guiding me toward the couch.

James also chimed in as he offered a deep bow, his silky white hair falling forward as he lowered his head. “Huh? Doctors?” Darren raised an eyebrow, murmuring under his breath. “We really need those in the base, don’t we?” “We’re friends. Good friends,” one of the teenagers, a female, spoke up as she stepped forward, holding tightly onto the boy beside her. “The apocalypse took our parents and other family members away from us. I’m Stephanie, and he is Stephen.”

Years passe by, and Thelia as a teenager at the time, learned to live with the fact that Stephanie was now part of the family. Stephanie on the other hand, was a social worker whom Mr Actona had mat during a charity function. Mr Actona had donated to the NGO she was working with and soon became a partner. Months after, the both of them started going out on dates. Stephanie was stunning, and the fifty-three year old man was handsome too. Things worked out and they decided to get married. Since Stephanie got married to Mateo, she had tried her best to warm up to her step daughter over the years, but they were only ever cool with each other, not too close. Stephanie accepted her relationship wi

Anna's parents talked about their own childhoods, and Stephen shared stories about his time in college, all the crazy things he had done, including the time his parents almost disowned him for being a prodigal son. The room was filled with laughter and warmth throughout the meal, as they were enjoying each other's company and the memories they were creating. Despite feeling a bit shy at first, Anna was grateful for the opportunity to bond with Stephen's family and make new memories together, for the moment of peace and happiness. ** ** **

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

The rest of us that remained standing are in one way or another related to each other somehow. From my point of view, I had with me right now, The step brothers from both sides, my actual Dad, the Stepmom I'm seeing for the very first time, my Mom and step Dad, and the half sister who appears too young to be involved in all of this crazy inter-family madness. She looked terribly confused and sad that I felt really bad for her. How less crazy could this possibly get at this point?