Step Sister Story Novels & Stories

Nothing more. But the emptiness stung. The knowledge that her fairy tale princess wedding was over because of her step mother's ego and love of money and her husband unfeeling and unforgiving to her. The baby kicked, making her let out a thunderous growl, her hand smacking against the stomach. A life is growing in her, healthy. She turned her weight, tugging at the light cardigan on her shoulders and set out in the parking lot direction. The second she stepped out, a familiar voice cut through the air.

Hank and Stephanie knew the truth, though Stephanie was relieved to be spared from any animosity from her father's wife. At the party her father had introduced her to his stepson, they were Cassandra's twin sons from her previous marriage Keith and Ken they both were identical, and they seemed nice or so she hoped. Every other thing had gone by smoothly and the rest they say is history. Stephanie sighed as she remembered. On days like today, she allowed her mind to wander to good memories and sometimes the painful ones. Today had brought the good ones and she hoped for the day to continue more positively.

“Can you stop hissing and tell what's going on with you?” Maria said “okay this story is about my friend” I lied, I couldn't bring myself to tell her that it was me. She already disliked Cassian and telling her about it might spark mixed reactions from her. “I thought I was your only friend” “Don't get jealous yet, she a distant cousin” “So what about her?” “She had this step brother who just confessed his feelings for her but she's scared that it might be another cell for her, because of the trauma she had to endure in her past”

she whispered to herself. She took two steps toward the pillar in front of her and rested her hand against it. "And when the son of a bitch who had dared to threaten me was finally caught, I would be the one to grab you by the collar and kick your ass out of my mansion." A sly smile curved her lips as excitement flickered across her face at the thought.

I replied, not really knowing how to conjure up a response. "So, I have a question for you." She spoke as she somewhat squinted her eyes, indicating her seriousness "Okay?" I offered hesitantly "So Jack has been telling me this crazy bullshit story about how he fucked his step-sister and then turned her into his bitch. And I keep telling him there's no way, but here you are. So tell me, is it true? Were you and Jack step-siblings before this?" She questioned causing my stomach to drop and my cheeks to almost instantaneously heat up.

It was on social media, on news websites, and even on TV. People were commenting on it, speculating about our relationship, and passing judgment on us. What made it worse was the fact that Ronnie was my step-sister. That detail seemed to make it even more scandalous. I didn't know how to react. Part of me wanted to hide away and wait for it all to blow over, but I knew that wasn't an option. The media had picked up the story, and they weren't going to let it go. I remember the seeing the headline on one of the news websites - "Step-siblings Caught Kissing!" - my heart sank.

he said. “Okay fine, get me a gig alright?” “Sure, but you need to be careful Z, she’s your stepmother,” “Don’t ever say that to me,” I growled and hung up the phone. That sounded so weird. My step-mom who I fucked and I still wanna continuously have sex with. I was never going to see her as my stepmom.

She says as she taps gently on my shoulder, “ Baby, come on, talk to me. Please.” “ We have nothing to talk about,” I reply and turn about to walk away when my phone buzzes, taking it out I see a message from the freaking devil himself. “ Your future step sister is being a bitch, find her and bring her home safely.” Right. I forgot about her. The step sister. What's her name? Stella? Sonia? Oh yeah Stacey. “ Is everything okay?” Hena asks but I ignore her, tucking my phone into my pocket. I pull out my bike keys, tossing my jacket over my shoulders.

“I’m calling to let you know that I’m going to war and I’m asking my allies to support me.” I stop and stare at Sloane. “Who are you going to war with?” she asks. “Elena, Stephanie’s stepsister.” **This story will continue in My Stepsister’s Betrayal, Will and Stephanie’s story.

He wasn't sure what it was about this girl, but she was special, even while in survival mode. "Tell me, has my son been behaving? Has he been kind? Respectful?" Carter interrogated in curiosity. "Your son doesn't exist to me." Stephie riposted without much care or wasting time. Carter rose an eyebrow in question and Stephie understood the nonverbal curiosity well. Sighing, Stephie began to explain, "After the first night, I think we both realized that if we kept being in contact with each other, either I would suffocate him in his sleep at some point or he would have to kick me out."