Step Sister Forced Sex Novels & Stories

I went to his home and he didn’t ask me for sex or anything first, he taught me as usual , slowly I began to get calm with him. For two whole weeks I would come to his place and he would drop me back home. DEAN. The truth is I have tried number of time to get Stephanie out of my lust game but I couldn’t anytime I see he and her body shape it makes me want to have sex with her, I know it’s not right because she is an underage.

Roxy Hale spent her whole life being invisible until the boy everyone worshipped made her the punchline of a bet that cost her everything. Six years later, she has rebuilt herself from the ashes, guarded, independent, and done with love for good. She never expected her mother's wedding to hand her a new last name, a new home, and a new stepbrother. Cain Carrington never stopped wanting the girl he ruined. Now she's sleeping down the hall, wearing his family's name, completely off-limits, and he has never wanted anything more in his life. Every family dinner, every locked door, every stolen moment in the dark corners of Carrington Manor pulls them closer to a line they both know they shoul

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

I texted Dayo that I won't be coming back up and that he should get the flash, clear things up with the manager, and come back down so we can leave this place. I know I ought to be the man in there but screw it! I can't. Seeing Esther in the state she is, clearly points out to me how much of a failure I am. I mean, imagine having a little sister. One you've had to 'protect' for the past twelve years after your mother died. Imagine being strict with her because you never wanted her to land in the arms of horrible men like me, and then imagine finding out she's been raped, under your very own nose.

He unzipped his trousers with a sharp, metallic clack and drove himself into me from behind with a sudden, merciless force that made a loud, ragged sob tear from my throat. The impact was devastating, a blind, heavy heat that filled me entirely, shattering the last remnant of my control. He didn't use the slow, seductive rhythms of The Sovereign. This was a dirty, visceral reclamation—a public execution of my pride in front of the two men who had tried to manipulate my reality. "Mmh... Julian... ah!" a loud, involuntary moan escaped my lips, my back arching violently into his chest as his massive hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with a bruising force that marked me per

Then, finally, the heavy sound of her footsteps moved away, fading down the long hallway. The very moment her footsteps disappeared, Stephen completely lost all of his remaining control. He pulled his large hand away from my mouth and began to fuck my body hard and fast, moving like a wild animal. The massive bed creaked loudly now, the wood groaning under his power. He gripped my hips with a bruising force, pounding himself into my body again and again without a single shred of mercy. “Fuck, that was entirely too close,” he groaned loudly, his face buried in my neck. “You came so incredibly hard for me while my sister was standing right outside the door. You are such a dirty, needy girl for

I asked, pausing mid-thrust as I awaited her response. “Yes, Alpha,” Stephanie whined obediently, wiggling her behind, her body aching for more. I grabbed a fistful of her long raven-black hair and yanked her face into the nearest pillow, silencing her cries as I pounded relentlessly into her body, using her like my own personal sex toy, not giving her tiny channel time to adjust to my size.

Not even ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Stepbrother: Come to my room. Quiet. Now. My heart raced. I crept down the hallway. His door was cracked open. The second I slipped inside, he shut it, locked it, and pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed into mine in a hungry kiss while his hand shoved down the front of my sweatpants. Two thick fingers plunged straight into my soaked pussy. “Still full of my cum,” he whispered against my lips, pumping his fingers slowly. “Such a dirty girl. Walking around downstairs like a good little sister while your stepbrother’s load is leaking out of you.”

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."

“Don’t let them hear how good your stepbrother is fucking you.” The risk made everything hotter. I moaned against his palm, my nails digging into his back as he railed me deeper. Jax changed the angle, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. “Gonna fill this pussy up,” he growled quietly against my ear. “Breed my little sis while our parents sleep down the hall. You want that? Want your stepbrother to pump you full of cum?” The dirty words sent me spiraling. I came hard again, my walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick cock as I sobbed into his hand.