Stepfamily Novels & Stories

“Least of all you.” Stephanie merely shrugged, her smile widening. “Well, there’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there? Look around you, Audrey.” She gestured to the room around us, as if I needed a reminder of my own home. “This is my family now, and you’re going to have to get used to it. If you don’t like it you’ll need to talk to my husband, your father, about it. I’m sure Eric would love to listen to you try to break up his family.”

“You're not here for grandfather's memorial service, are you?” He laughed, changing his demeanor into a playful one. “It was just a simple question, bro. Don't take it that far. Of course I'm here for my grandfather's memorial service.” He walked towards the door. “I'll be staying here in the villa until I return. Is that okay with you?” “Of course it is. You are my brother after all.” I replied. My gaze did not leave him till he exited. “Sly fox!” I cursed. Stephen has changed a lot. He is my younger cousin, but is regarded as an illegitimate son of the family. His mother, who is my dad's younger sister, had him out of wedlock.

Stephen said as we waited outside her house. “She was sure about it so it won’t be a surprise for her.” I said because she was the first one to figure out that I might be pregnant with twins. “They are more like a family to us than my own family who always saw us more like heirs than children.” Sadness flashed on his face as he talked about his dysfunctional family. “We have people around us who truly love us and I am happy that we have them.” I tried to cheer up the mood and at the same time, the door was opened by Mrs. Bobby’s husband.

Without a second thought, he pushed Stephanie aside and held his wife tightly in his arms, his voice thick with concern. "No, Kayla, don't cry. Stephanie's baby isn't mine. I just couldn't bear to see her suffer from the gossip about being pregnant out of wedlock. The father ran off, and she couldn't terminate the pregnancy because of her condition. I just wanted to help her. "After all, she's your sister, isn't she?" Kayla froze. Even now, she could still remember the day Stephanie returned to the Campbell family. She had tumbled down the stairs all on her own, then had run crying to their parents.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

Grayson steps closer. “If this is about the company ” “It’s not,” Stephen interrupts. “It’s about Ethan.” Grayson freezes. Stephen watches him carefully. “You’re too emotional,” Stephen says quietly. “You’re making decisions based on feelings.” Grayson’s hands clench. “He’s my son.” Stephen’s voice turns cold. “He’s not.” The words hit like a gunshot. Jamie appears behind us. “He is.” Stephen looks at him. “You’re just a child.” Jamie steps forward. “He’s my brother.”

All family relationships in this collection are step, adopted, or chosen family only — zero blood relation. Characters may still call each other “bro,” “sis,” “mommy,” “daddy,” etc., because that’s how they grew up after their parents married. It’s part of the taboo fantasy. Enjoy the filth without worry 😈

Before nine in the morning. I thought about what the word was for this. There wasn't one. Stepbrothers is a word that covers a lot and explains nothing. And somewhere in the middle of that bath I stopped trying to find the word and started understanding that this was just going to be the shape of things now. That there was a price to being the woman in this house, and that the price had three names and one of them had a motorcycle. Duties, I suppose. That was the word. I was learning what the word meant.

Mom: Louis needs space for his gear Me: what have I got with this? Mom: I just want to warn you and .. Me: do what you want mum, his equipment put it where you want I don't care I'm getting out of there again, he's pumping my air out. I have to go and cool off a bit Louis A few hours later, my wife decided to store my materials in her late husband's studio. Carla: I don't understand Ashley's behavior anymore Me: a teenager, when a stepfather comes into the life of a child that's how it goes

“I’m so happy for you two. You deserve this, both of you.” Owen, ever the practical one, leaned forward, his expression more serious now. “I’m happy for you too, Alex. But, uh… have you thought about what’s going to happen if people find out? I mean, you and Nicole are still step-siblings. It’s not going to be easy if this gets out.”