Step-siblings Married Novels & Stories

Ian stood his ground. “She’s my woman. I’ll protect her,” he said coolly, his voice like ice. “As long as I’m here, no one lays a hand on her.” Sharon’s voice rose with outrage. “Ian Quinton, you’re her brother! This is incest!” Ian replied coldly, “We’re not related by blood.” That made Sharon laugh in disbelief. “I’m married to your father. That makes you two step-siblings. Step-siblings are still siblings!”

What we did would NEVER happen again, it will forever be our little, forbidden secret, because let's be honest… I could never tell anyone I spent the best night of my life… in the arms of my brother… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: This story does NOT contain incest in the storyline. This story is about a forbidden, secret relationship between a STEP brother and STEP sister, however going forward I won’t be putting the word ‘’step’’ infront of brother, sister, mother or father as the family has been together for so long, they consider each other ACTUAL family even though there is NO BIOLOGICAL RELATION except

I didn’t stop. Outside, the evening air felt cool against my stinging face. I walked with no destination, city blocks blurring together while the argument replayed. She had loved him. I knew that. I had watched her break after the funeral in ways she tried to hide. But the speed of this new life the estate, the wedding, the stepson whose hands I still felt, it all felt like it erased the quiet times she and I had survived together. I had always been closer to my father. He was the one who understood silence. My mother loved me. That was never the question. Sometimes it just felt like we grieved in different languages. I walked until the light began to change and my feet hurt.

My nephew ran past me in his underwear as his mom, my cousin tried to keep up with him waving around a pair of trousers in her hand. I embraced it though. It’s not every day that your mother gets married for the third time. Although this was her third wedding, she was remarrying her first husband so I didn’t know if that counted. My mother and Mr. Thomas Stallone, her husband-to-be, met when they were in college. They were both smitten with each other and they fell in love. Thomas came from a wealthy family which did not approve of his relationship with my mom so they decided to elope.

“I am also in this for revenge. This is a partnership, Laura Hayes. Keep that in mind.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, then nodded with a smile I did not feel. “Of course,” I said. “I won't have it any other way.” I signed the folder with a flourish, and just like that, I was married. I stood up, ignoring how his eyes ran down my barely clothed nubile body. If he could be cold and uncaring about this, then so could I. I held out my hand. “Let's shake on it,” I said, smiling. “To a fruitful partnership.”

I snapped in confusion. “Natalie, be quiet and let me finish,” he growled, “We use these terms just when we fuck, other than this, I wouldn't call you a slave or anything like that. You're my wife in public once we announce our marriage, the other things stay in our room.” I rolled my eyes, despite the butterflies that erupted in my stomach. I cleared my throat preparing myself for what I was going to say next. “Raf, we’re step siblings. Step siblings can't be married,” I said, “I don't know what your father was thinking of when he made his will, but it's totally unacceptable socially,” I finished my sentence with a bitter tone.

His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger. “Over my dead body!” My stepdad said, his voice firm, snapping Peter's excitement away from him. Peter's face turned from excitement to confusion. “You are not going to mate with this girl beneath you.” His father ordered him. “Why not?” Peter said, his voice lurking with confusion. “Because your father said so!!” His mother snapped at him, “How dare you accept this worthless thing as your mate! You are going to reject her and your engagement with Charlotte will hold!!”

The thought of treating him like a sibling was never in the cards. “Let’s see how long the marriage lasts first.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think. The look on my mother's face makes me instantly regret them—me and my big mouth that lacks a suitable filter. I sigh. At least I didn’t let it slip that I want my stepbrother to bend me over the counter and fuck me mercilessly.

She asked curiously. “Never thought about that,” Lee admitted. “I uh…what age do you think they’ll understand this predicament?” “I mean it’s not that complicated right?” Grayson asked. “It’s like if someone has a dad and a stepdad.” “But that’s not exactly the case.” I pointed out. “It will be when you marry one of us.” “Sure, but they’re still related to each other. They’re half siblings who shared a womb.” Anna declared. “You don’t want them thinking they’re not really related to each other.”

“Then I don’t think I still have anything to tell you.” “Why, Mom?” I moved closer, almost pleading. “Why can’t we love who we choose to…..?” “I have heard of different stories where stepsiblings marry each other. I have watched it in movies, read it in books, and it all ended well. Nobody judged them, so why will ours be different?” “Because we are Christians!” The words echoed through the room, dropping like a bombshell. “It is a taboo in our religion.” “And if we are going to do something right….. then one of us will have to let go.”