Step Family Novels & Stories

“Ace barely cared about anything his father did. They have the strangest relationship, cause despite their obvious distance from each other’s lives, you can tell they love each other very much. They just have a hard time showing it.” I smiled. “So, why haven’t I been introduced to Ace?” “He left a few minutes before you arrived. Probably went to hang out with his friends. I don’t know.” “But it’s late already. When is he coming back?” “Ace tends to spend a lot of time at his friend’s place. They’re like brothers. He might come back late in the night, or not today at all. But hopefully, you’ll see him tomorrow.” I smiled, but mostly to myself. My heart was filled with mixed feelings of joy an

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

I didn't know fantasizing about my stepfather would get me caught by him someday until the day he walked in on me doing……..

pleaded Mercy. "It's alright." "Thanks" Footsteps were heard from the corridor as their dad and stepmother walked into the dining area, all dressed up for a walk. "Good morning, dad, mom," said Steph as she stood on her feet to leave for school with her sister. "Good morning, dear," replied her dad while her stepmom kept quiet while sliding on her seat next to her father. ` "We are off to school, then see you later," said Steph as they left the dining area.

they replied It was a guy and girl, they looked somewhat alike. “Are you siblings?” Hailey asked “because you people look alike,” “yes we are,” Stephen replied to her “I am Stephen by the way and she is Stephanie, my twin, “ he said “Oh! that explains the resemblance,” Hailey said as she took a small sip of alcohol from her glass “I am Hailey by the way,” she further added as she stretched out her arms a little, gesturing for a handshake.

In irritation, I jump off my bed to go give that unruly person a piece of my mind, but as soon as my legs meet the ground, I feel them wobble and I crash back to my bed landing on my bump. If I don't head down now, my dad would chop me into bits for allowing someone disturb the peace and quiet of the house like this. I gently bring my legs to the ground once again. This time, when I feel balanced, I begin to move. Walking down the stairs feels odd and awkward. My legs feel as though walking down the stairs is a brand new task. I feel strange, there is something wrong and different with me, but this sort of thing of course is not something to discuss with my brother nor father.

It was nice seeing Mom all hap-py, but I was so nervous about Evan that I could hardly eat any of the delicious food, though I easily dug into the cake. "He said we needed to talk," I murmured after a long pause. "So, talk to him." I grumbled. "It's not that simple. Our parents just got married." "And does that change anything?" "Of course! It changes everything. We're stepsib-lings now-"

He had a feeling Jake wouldn't hesitate to burn the whole world down if anything was to happen to his special woman. Stephen and Stephanie were orphans. Their late parents had however left them a fortune when they died. Stephen had however been the one to work so hard to make something of the fortune left behind for them by their parents. He had started a company in the hotel industry after graduating from college and this company had rapidly rose to fame, becoming a close competitor with Jake's company. The Anderson twins only had each other. Stephen had always been the one to protect his sister since they were kids. He had to protect her even now, even if it meant protecting her from herse