Stepmom Incest Stories Novels & Stories

“Darling, are you crazy?!” “No… I am not, just hear me first, seriously!” I pleaded for him to hear me first. “She got probation after killing her stepfather, who was trying to r*pe her.” He is finally interested in hearing more of Poppy's story. “Her stepfather married her mother not long after we were separated at high school. She was happy for her mother, of course, but not long after, he begin to harass her…”

One by one, they sent him letters and emails saying what his father had told him many times growing up. No one wanted me. The thrill of hooking up with his step relatives was like an escape for him, but really, it was more of the same. Erica was using him to get back at her cheating husband, Amy was just using him for sex, and Stephanie he basically coerced into sleeping with him.

my mom replied with a tired smile. She pulled back from the hug and leaned up to kiss him. I blinked rapidly and immediately looked away. God... It felt so wrong. It reminded me of when I was little and Mom would tell me to close my eyes whenever two adults started kissing in a movie. Apparently, that instinct hadn't gone away. Because there was no way I was supposed to be standing here, watching my mother kiss my future stepfather. After a few seconds, I heard her cheerful voice again. "Oh, my baby!"

I loved watching them stroke their tongues over each other's features and clean up the spunk. They did it with such enthusiasm, too. It was so wild to watch them licking that cum off each other's features. I loved it. They moaned their delight as they kissed. They committed incest, sharing my spunk back and forth. "Goddamn, our daughters are such little sluts," I groaned. "They are," Stephanie purred."Let's get their pussies ready for being fucked. Lacey says she's not a virgin, but I think she broke her hymen on accident. She won't tell me who took it."

she added again not knowing what to say. “No feelings attached for real… and she will never touch me again. I already warned her off this time around. Nothing happened between us. Please just believe me” “You’ve been having sex your dad’s P.A and now I’m just a middleman here. My life is now on hold at two points. You have a girlfriend under this mansion…. You had me before your father got me here and now you trying to dump your girlfriend for your father’s wife which you coincidentally had sex with. and now you trying to put up a love at first sight act. This is crazy!”

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.

The realization struck with a painful force – I was the only one who loved him, and he, it seemed, cared less for me. The forbidden nature of my relationship, bound by the title of stepsiblings, added a layer of complexity that I had long tried to suppress. The societal norms and moral constraints that labeled our love as taboo cast a long shadow over their every interaction. A forbidden love, one that demanded secrecy, had unwittingly sown the seeds of discord within our hearts.

He probably forgot because there's no way he'd just sleep with me if judging by what he has right now, he can get any girl he wants. "I didn't expect that we would meet again under these circumstances." Wow, how could he said that so casually? It's fine if he thinks it's just a one-night stand, but doesn't he feel awkward because we're about to become family? "I hope you don't say anything to our parents about what we did last night. Let's pretend that nothing ever happened between us. So let's forget the past and in the future we'll be a harmonious family, me as your stepsister and you as my stepbrother."

I look around and we are secluded away from peoples ears, yet visible and outside is a nice change. She sips her coffee, "Did you think about what we spoke about at our last session?" I look down into my coffee, watching the steam rise out of the cup and nod, "when I was 8, is when my step brother started entering my bedroom at night. At first he would just lay with me and rub my back and stroke my hair, I found it comforting until it wasn't. It continued to be only him till I was 12. Then one night when he was hurting me, my step father entered, I thought he would be mad and pull him off, but I was so wrong. He told my stepbrother to hold my arms above my head. I began screaming at the to

Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history. Stephen: "From what I heard, Dad was trying to protect him. Being my father's first son, whose mother wasn't alive anymore, he was in a lot of danger, posing a threat to weaken my father. He was a stubborn kid, always throwing tantrums and running away, causing problems, getting jealous of my mother and me. He even got kidnapped a few times, almost getting my father killed. So, Dad decided to give him to the omega to raise him, which he didn't like, and he ran away. My father tried to find him a lot, but he was just…lost."