Step Sis Forced Novels & Stories

"S-Stop it...w-we broke up-" "Fuck that reason. I'll have you in my fucking own way," he said and pulled me out of that dancefloor. I heard the whisperings of others about us but I can't understand them anymore because of Farris' tight hold on me. I tried to squirm and pulled away but he is too strong.

So I had to do something to throw Siya out of Drew's life. My best friends knew my love for Drew, and they wanted me to get married to Drew. Also, Nick and Serena were planning to get married, so they even wanted me and Drew to marry. So that could always be together as a big family. They were unable to see my tears, so they decided to help me separate them. And when Drew asked Nick and Serena to accompany Siya for the shopping, we executed our plan. Even Siya's slutty sister Zayna was aware of our plan. I don't know the reason, but I found out that she hated her own sister. Nick had Adrian accompany them on the shopping trip. And they mixed drugs in Siya's food so that she would faint, and

She finished. Her demands wallops Randy like a Louisville Slugger upside the head. He stagger backwards and fall to the floor, slumping against his bed. His whole life flashes before his eyes. He saw everything being taken from him. Just because of sex with his step sister. "I don't think I can do that. How can you demand that I should dress like a woman. This is evil." Randy said. "Between this and having sex with your step sister, which one is more evil?" She asked. "You better do it-- unless you want your father finding out about your little fetish. I won't force you. It's left for you."

He kept mumbling in disbelief, "That's impossible! Patricia locked you in my room with me. You must have slept with me!" I took out a few sleeping pills from my pocket and lifted them in the air for everyone to see while I announced out loud, "It was just in your dreams! I added sleeping pills to the drinks I poured for you and Titus that night. Nothing happened between us!" The look on Titus' face changed, and he glared angrily at my mother. My mother cowered in panic when she saw the look Titus threw at her. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

Frayed at the edges. Silas’s tone dropped, sharper now. “Where is your Luna?” Grayson’s mouth opened, then closed again. His gaze dropped to the floor. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. Silas took a single step closer, each word like a hammer striking steel. “She drugged me.” The words hit like a stone thrown into still water. “She drugged me,” he repeated, “and tried to force her mark onto my body.” A low ripple of shocked whispers broke through the room, but Silas ignored them.

"Think about what you're saying sis. I fucked our mom. To prove if she was asleep or not I would have to fuck you also. "I don't have a problem with that," Kay answered. "It fact it's the only way to prove it. Look at it this way, all you are going to be doing is fucking a younger mom. Me and mom have the same build. The only different is I'm twenty five years younger." Sis rose up on her bed. Don't you like what you see. I did. Sis was small like mom. She weighed the same as mom. She had the same build.

And now… “Do it,” the King commanded. “Let the world see.” Two elite soldiers stepped forward. They stripped Xavier’s upper body with ritualistic force. Tied his wrists high against the pillar. His muscles flexed under old scars—scars of war, of honor. But this? This was spectacle. The first lash cracked through the air. Xavier’s body jerked. But he didn’t scream. CRACK. Skin split. Blood welled. By the tenth, his back was a canvas of red.

“I said your voice is annoying me.” Gregor’s sobs falter for a moment, but before he can even think of spitting out some pathetic plea, Sophia’s hand darts forward. Her claws grip his lower jaw, hooking into his mouth, forcing it open wide. He gurgles in pain, his hands clawing at her wrist, but it’s like she doesn’t even notice. Her strength keeps him completely under her control, his feeble attempts to fight back are downright laughable.

"Let me take care of them. I'll make them understand that you don't belong to them. You don't have to go through that initiation, Isa. You don't have to get your hands dirty for their foul traditions." "But I..." I fell silent, confusion and fear gripping me again. The thought of having to face Grandpa, the idea of what he could do if I refused, made me feel small and helpless. Sebastian placed his hands on both side of my face, forcing my eyes to focus back on him. "Isa, listen to me." His voice was low but filled with intensity. "I've done things you don't know about. I know the way out of this. But I need you to trust me."