Step Mother Novels & Stories

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

I yelled. There was a long silence before a resounding laugh. “I do not care, Katie. Leave!” My eyes darted over every detail of him, and I swallowed the newly earned lump of saliva. But I do not move, and gradually, his head raises, his eyes meeting mine. “Don’t tell me you want a taste of me too? I guess I was right after all. Father’s money couldn't keep you, and now you want more. Tell me, Stepmom, how many men have you graced their bed just for cash?” I heard him say, causing me to scoff.

I didn’t want to believe anything he said, either, but if I had to choose between believing one or the other, I would choose him in a heartbeat. “Mommy?” Thea suddenly called, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she came down in her pajamas. “I’m hungry. Can we have pancakes?” She stopped when she saw my stepmother. “Hello there,” my stepmother said, her voice softening as she looked at Thea. I moved to stand between them. “Thea, this is…” I hesitated. What was she to my daughter? Technically a step-grandmother, but that implied a relationship that simply didn’t exist. “This is nobody. She was just leaving.”

Intentionally I bent, popping my butt out. Sounding my words were. “I don’t actually have time to play with my stepfathers niece.” Emily half through into my words, with hers. “Step Sister. I’m not he’s niece.” My eyes poked out, another stepsister? My surprised expression had her continuing. “I’m the product of his father’s and aunty Mira’s mother’s fornication of love, surprised right? Well this family is pretty fucked up.” “And I can tell that you’re more fucked up Emily.” Gracing her with the honors of what she wanted to see, I dropped the towel from my body completely.

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?

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

“You wanted her to come between us. And now look at what’s happening.” “Is it too much to ask,” Father yelled, “for your sister to work alongside you?” “She isn’t my sister!” I shouted back. “She isn’t our blood! The company has been running perfectly with me. Why bring in a stranger?” “Oh, is that what you think of us?” my stepmother sobbed, her hand on her chest. “Strangers?” Tears streamed down her face. “I thought of you as my son. But you…” “You never thought of me as your son,” I shot back. “If you did, you wouldn’t be trying to steal what’s mine.”

I mumbled, placing the cup I was holding on the counter before leaving the kitchen with Sophia. We sat on the couch together in the living room. I leaned into the couch with my legs crossed, contemplating whether I should tell her now or not. “What's the deal with you and that lady?” She asked after a minute of silence. I huffed, “Well, she's my stepmother. My Dad got married to her after my Mom died when I was five years old.” I said. “ And she hates me and finds every opportunity to insult me because she couldn't give him a child.”

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.