Step Mother Novels & Stories

That feeling will go away once Mom moves in with my sister. "Hey." I slap the arm of the couch he’s on and that seems enough to bring him back to the present. His eyes find mine and he gives me a small smile that looks almost forced. "Hey. Did she answer?" "Yeah. Um– don’t think she wants to talk to me." I bite the inside of my left cheek as I settle on the second couch, and he nods. "That’s expected. Give her time. It’s not every day your stepfather divorces your mom and you’re moving out the next second. I’m sure she’s pretty shaken."

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

I of all people knew how happy she was when I had fights with my father. It further helped her to push my step-sister towards my father, to make him like her more. " No, it's not okay! This girl disrespected you by going to visit that whore she calls a mother. I wonder why she is not dead yet! I should throw you out of my house since you have refused to listen to me" he said again. My stepmother was rubbing his arms now and she turned to look at me with fake anger in her eyes. " You know you should not make your father shout this much! Why can't you be like your sister? She is getting married tomorrow into the Dwayne Family and she has helped your father sign numerous contracts with her marr

Ciara Mendes Six months have passed, and I still find myself reminiscing about those words. As I absorb the scene before me, I reflect on my sister's remarks. Initially, Bridget opposed my decision, insisting that I would be throwing my life away; however, Dad was supportive, and surprisingly, so was Mom. Despite the time that has gone by, I still grapple with whether I made the right choice and if Bridget’s concerns were valid. Can I truly embrace the role of the good stepmom while the biological mother pursues a better life for herself and her the children in her life?

Emily widened her eyes and nodded vigorously. "Keith, I love your daddy, and I love you and Owen. I want us to be a family. But your daddy never wants to look at me... I'm really afraid that he will marry another woman, afraid that you'll have a stepmother who will mistreat you and treat you poorly... I'm also afraid that the stepmother will treat you too well and make you forget about your biological mother..." These were Emily's sincere words, tears streaming down her face, filled with sorrow.

I stay because as long as she's with me then she cant be found by them. When my father married her cunt of a mother, they made sure that she disappeared, so image my fucking surprise when I show up for freshmen orientation and see an almost carbine copy of my step mother. It took me some time to get close to her, but once I did, I sunk my claws in her so hard she's nothing but a pile of nothingness on the floor of our one bedroom apartment. I didn't want to be this way with her, when I'd gotten to know her id actually started to fall in fucking love with her, can you fucking believe it, I had started to fall in love with my fucking step-sister.

Which meant he was my new step-brother. I spent the next hour trying to scrub the memory of his hands off my skin, but it was pointless. By the time my mom knocked on my door to remind me about the trust fund signing, I felt like I was walking through a nightmare. "You look pale, honey," my mom said as we walked into the massive, glass-fronted lobby of Sterling Corp. She reached out to adjust the collar of my blouse. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something? And why are you dressed like a librarian?"

“It left me feeling really upset, and I just needed some space away from home.” “Oh,” she says, her voice laced with understanding. She nods slowly, processing what I’ve shared. “The CEO of the company, right?” I’m not surprised that she knows. But somehow, her recognition doesn’t feel judgmental. It feels... safe. She doesn’t seem like someone who’s looking for gossip. “Yes, he’s my stepfather,” I confirm, my voice low. “I just need some time away from the house until I can calm down and figure things out without making everything worse.”

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

My sister was there, too, and we all went for the photos. "Congratulations, Dad," I said when we managed to get away, leaving Brenda, now Stepmom, and the girls there. Dad pulled me into a gruff hug, patting my back. "Thanks for being here, son. I know your mother wanted you to spend today with her." I shrugged. "She's fine, it's not like she's alone." "Oh?" "I don't know if you heard, but she's seeing some-one. She wanted to introduce me to him today, but it could happen any time."