Step Sister Love Novels & Stories

"And we do this right. No hiding. No parents deciding for us. Just you and me figuring out the rest. If you still want that." "I never stopped wanting it." We kissed again and naturally folded into each other. The stars came out one by one, witnessing a full cycle of young love, secret yearning, and finally back together after so much hardship. Suddenly the wait didn't feel so long anymore. I never had to follow him to the ends of the earth. He came back for me, no longer my stepbrother but he was still it for me. THE END.

“I don't see you as my step brother. “ I say to him. He knows this better than anyone else. Until six months ago, I could swear on anything that the guy hates me. I didn't even know he was James' son. The surname matches but Ryder doesn't mention anything about his father in school. “I know, but you should. No matter what happens, you're still my…” he paused at that one word, struggling to say it. He looked at me and met my gaze. “Step sister.” I laughed. Then stopped. “I don't care what the rules are, I chose you. I want you to do this. I want you to be my first. Not some random guy in college or someone one night stands or someone I don't have feelings for. ” Right now I know I sounded des

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.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

Finally. My body moves towards her. “Nina…” “No. Erm…thank you…for the drink and everything. But I should get going.” “But…” “There's nothing left to say. You made it perfectly clear. I'm just your stepsister. That's all I'll ever be.” “It's not that simple.” my voice feels strangled. “Then by all means, make it simple.” She looks up at me, eyes wide. Tell her, goddamnit. You don't love Sloane. She's nothing but a signature on paper.

"Stephanie Moore, born on June 18th, 2000. Likes dancing and being in a fandom…" A sense of unease crept over me. Then, as if on cue, the comments returned in waves. "Holy crap. His one-sided love is seriously unhinged. Dark, but I love it." "Oh my gosh. He's been secretly keeping so many photos of her and writing down all her preferences. That's true love." "What a touching story. I think she's about to fall for him. Look at her! She's obviously moved!" I was more than confused. Moved? Where did they get that from?

She would find a way to show them that her love for Leon was genuine and that her past did not define her worth. As the night wore on, Stephanie and Leon walked slowly down the steps of the mansion together. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if they were leaving behind not only the warmth of the party but also a part of her dreams. Stephanie's heart ached with the weight of every unkind word, but she clutched Leon's hand tightly, drawing strength from his silent support. "I will prove them wrong," she murmured to him, her voice trembling but resolute. "I will show them that I belong here."

I knew it was wrong of me to be staring at her like that especially due to the fact she's my step sister but could not ,for the love of me, take my eyes off her gorgeous body. She bent down to collect a lotion that fell from her vanity. When she bent over to grab some other lotion, I looked away while biting my lip harder. Her ass stuck out and I could only imagine the things I would love to do to her in that position. I would love to be standing behind her right now, as bare as the day she was born, fucking her while pressing her head down onto the surfaces.

Chase thought. " You just walked away from our mate. You didn't even talk to her, what was that for?" " You gave me no breathing space. What was I supposed to say?" " Tell her she's your mate, what else?" Chase didn't reply. He had been staring at her for so long but he noticed nothing. Either she was way too good at hiding this mate pull. Or she couldn't feel it. Was there a mistake somewhere? She was his stepsister afterall. The moon goddess knew everything. She knew his mother would unfortunately pass away and his father would move on after 15 years and marry Sylvia and Anastasia would be his stepsister. So how was she his mate?

I said, huffing, and walked inside. The pile of documents on my desk stayed untouched as I kept thinking about what happened earlier. Not a good thing. I shook my head. Williams was going to be my stepson. I shouldn’t still have feelings for the man I was supposed to be a “mother figure” to. Why did that make me laugh? He was six years older. Calling him my stepson sounded ridiculous, but as funny as it was, it was true. I’d have to accept it someday, and so would he.