Step Sister Love Novels & Stories

followed immediately. There was a small pause. Her eyes darted impatiently, waiting for Damien to answer. Meanwhile I wished that he would not do that. My head dipped down. “This is my step sister, Elara.” Her gasp was audible. My eyes shot up in order to see the unpleasant but surprised look sitting on her face. “Oh, my, God!” She covered her mouth with her hands with her gaze round like saucers. My body just shook with shame. “Damien?”

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

Anastasia stated and walked away from there. “Ana, sorry, but I cannot let you go. I love you and when you love someone you shall do everything to get back him/her. I know you also love me but you are lying to me so that I can move in my life but I won’t. I will chase you till you become mine,” Stephen muttered.

She said. "You didn't even allow me explain." "I don't need any explanations, okay. It's clear you were just fucking your own stepbrother." I shrugged, not sure what other explanation she wants me to listen to. "That's because I love him." "What?" "I love Austin. I don't know how it happened but I somehow, stupidly ended up liking him after he became my stepbrother and tried many times to breakup with him but I kept going back like a dog, okay? So go ahead and call me whatever name you want to."

I smile faintly. Stephen is still in love with me. That part hasn’t changed. He tried calling last week, twice and left a voicemail that sounded like he hadn’t slept. “I just want to talk.” Of course he does. Stephen always wants to talk. He wants closure and wants understanding. He wants to fix things. He doesn’t understand that I don’t fix. And right now, survival means not letting Lilian settle too comfortably into a life that used to orbit me. Because here’s the truth no one wants to admit…She didn’t just take my captain spot. She didn’t just “happen” to start dating Hayden after everything exploded.

The words opened her up just wide enough. "I'm afraid, Chris." Her voice broke. "What if the next version of me isn't someone you can reason with? What if she isn't someone you can love?" Silence. Then: "Then I'll learn to love her too. Or I'll fight her. But I will never stop looking for you under it all." Her breath caught. Just a tiny bit. Long enough for her eyes to shine. Then she stepped back. Not from him. Just from the emotion on the brink of overwhelming everything.

I can smell my excitement, fear and most especially the embarrassment hidden after five years of yearning his touch. "How I hate seeing you that it hurts the core of my whole being Rhett." My fist clenched as he smiled like it's his first day in kindergarten. Those dimples. How I hate those pretty dimples that only disguised his evilness to an innocent and charming face. "Do you really hate me or do you hate the fact that your silly ex lover aka your step brother will marry in two weeks?" His look was so intense that in mere seconds my knees would turn into jello.

Stella watches me closely, waiting and hoping. But I give her nothing. Her smile widens. “You see,” she continues, her voice almost pitying now, “Lucas can never love you.” Each word lands like a quiet stab. “I will always be the one in his heart,” she says. “So don’t waste your time.” Before I can respond, Stephanie steps forward. “Okay, that’s enough,” she snaps. “You need to leave. Right now. Before I forget we’re in public and give you the beating of your life.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” “Why? Because it turns you on?” Her silence said everything. I crossed the room slowly, deliberately. “I know you want me. So why are you running?” “Because we’re—” Her voice cracked. “We’re step-siblings.” “We’re not blood. Not even close. Our parents got married a year ago. You think that rewrites what we feel?” She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. I sat beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Tell me you don’t think about it. About us. About what we’d feel like… if we didn’t have to hide.”

Mom plops beside me, leaning her head back on the comfortable fabric. “Your stepbrother just left. He told me he met an interesting Hawaiian girl.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “He’s not my stepbrother just yet. But did he really?” “That’s what he told me.” She shrugs. “Wants two more days here.” “Must be nice,” I hum, thinking about last night's activities and Lucas’ betrayal. Two men now that I’m leaving behind. But I promised myself that Sebastian and I wouldn’t meet again. That’s what’s important.