Stephanie Plum Books Novels & Stories

I feel a tiny smile twitch at the corner of my mouth when I see the curly haired muscular boy, and the straightened black haired girl. "Let her in." The voice of a woman commands, and the siblings immediately step away from the door. I squeeze the arms of my chair because I can't wheel myself in. The muscular boy, sensing I need help, scratches the back of his head, before moving over to my back to wheel me inside. "You must be my step mother." I speak up for the first time, when I'm finally inside. And the lady sitted at the side of his bed, nods, watching my fidgeting of hands tentatively.

When she was done, she stood up and slid the books across the counter. “Here’s my number”, Stephanie told her as she handed her a card. She thought they were the same age, based on how she looked, but after receiving a business card from her, she was starting to doubt it. “Nice to meet you” “Nice to meet you, too”, she replied and took the card. With a wave, Stephanie turned around to leave, pressing the books against her chest.

“The security team found them this morning. They didn’t want to… *alarm* you.” He stood slowly, his voice a lethal calm. “Cancel my meetings.” --- **4:30 PM** Stephanie knelt in the mansion’s attic, sweat dripping down her spine as she fed documents into a metal trash can. Flames devoured her pregnancy journals, ultrasound photos, every trace of the child’s existence *before* the Vanclairs could weaponize them. Her laptop flickered beside her, a progress bar inching toward 100% as it wiped her search history, emails, cloud backups—*everything*.

“Whatever you have to say, make it quick. Emily’s got a ballet recital in an hour so if it’s not important, I’m hanging up.” “Good morning to you too, Scott.” Brayden said, pulling a bag of croissants from the fridge. “I promise that this isn’t a waste of time. I need information on someone. Her name is Stephanie.” “I’m not a miracle worker, Brayden.” I could almost hear the eye roll in Scott’s words. “I’m going to need more than just a first name to find somebody. Why are you even looking for this Stephanie person anyway?” Brayden paused. “Remember the woman that was murdered at Patterson Financial a little while back? Lara Sylvester?”

Not yet, at least. She cat-walked over to the plush armchair by the window, where her journal lay open. Stephanie wasn’t much of a writer, but lately, it helped organize her thoughts—or, as she preferred to think of them, her plans for world domination. She picked up the pen, tapping it thoughtfully against her chin. “What’s the play, Steph?” she asked herself aloud. “Do we use this little nugget,” she patted her stomach again, “to climb the ladder? Secure some power? Or do we just rip Laura’s little fairytale to shreds?”

Whoa, pull it together! Yeah, yeah, I knew that she was off limits. She was gonna be my fucking stepsister in two months. Goddamn it, she was biting her lips now. Her skin was like porcelain, with the slightest touch of pink, and I had to keep putting my hands in my pocket or else it was gonna wanna—oh shit, she was looking at me, look away! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Her fingers drove through my hair the same time she sank her face below my ear and inhaled deeply. She continued sniffing me for a couple of seconds before she backed away and squinted her eyes at me again then suddenly, a bright glint appeared on her face. "It's you! StepBro!" she cheered and I said nothing. I hated the title already even though it's Kinda true. That title belongs to the douchebag Ralph. That's his place... Not mine. She giggled and rubbed both palms against either sides of my face and her next hiccup reminded me I was on my way to getting us the hell out of this skank ground.

She dropped the tray of pancakes on the table. “Thank you, Steph. You sure know I am very hungry.” I sat down on my chair, taking a pancake with my hand, and devouring it in a second. Stephanie walked towards the wall where I arranged the photos of my suspects, and criminal cases pending to solve. She stood still for a while, as if trying to figure out what she was staring at. She's only fifteen, I bet she won't understand a thing. “Wow!” She exclaimed, pointing at a picture. I traced the direction she was pointing at, only to see that it was Matteo.

"Nnnnngg ahhh!" Stephanie's whole body tensed and spasmed as she came hard over her pillow. When she opened her eyes, she saw the sex scene only intensifying. The actor was turning the actress on her backside as he spread her legs. Stephanie took a deep breath and released it. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled free a large plastic bag. Opening it she removed a small pink vibrator and a tan rubber dildo. THE END of step family and age gap stories.

As you have realized, I paused on it for a few times because there was just so much going on in my life. The good news is, everything is settled, and I am at my happiest, healthiest self. And you know what that means right? A happy author means banging stories (hihihi). Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this wild ride, and I hope to see more of you in all my stories. I have mentioned on the official page that there are two books scheduled for April 1st, and all I can say is hold on tight, it is going to get really bloody.