Stepmom Novels & Stories

Chelsea Breakfast was one hell of an exciting affair for everyone except me. I didn't mean to, but the moment I stepped out and saw him, my countenance changed. I hoped my step mom would not notice that the smile I flashed her as I took my place next to her was a bogus one. My step brother, Aldrich had prepared breakfast and he was all smiles. His eyes found mine and I looked away. "Good morning, Auntie Naomi. Good morning, dad.", I greeted with my eyes on my plate. Dad nodded as his mouth was stuffed with food and auntie Naomi patted my hair.

She placed it down and smiled towards the boys. No one had noticed me until mother looked up and her hard gaze rested upon me. Shivers ran down my spine when she stalked towards me in slow steps. Her glare was stern and cold. It held hatred. Intense hatred radiated from her. Stephan looked towards me. His orbs shined with darkness. My eyes drifted towards his cheek and there was a red hand print. My hand print. The aggressiveness in his orbs made my hands sweaty. If looks could kill I’d be deep under the ground.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

He looked at Bea who was still carrying Caleb and realized that the two were so close, they really looked like mother and son. Callum covered his face and sighed. What was he thinking? He was trying to get close to Caleb because he did not want Caleb to have a stepmother! But the thought of someone like Bea being his stepmother was not a bad idea. It would have been better if it was her. He sighed once more. What was he thinking? Bea and Caleb went to the wave pool together. It was then that she realized that Callum was no longer following them. “Caleb, where’s your dad?” Bea asked the child who was currently enjoying himself at the shallow part of the pool.

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

Zetty said. Jay looked at Zetty and tried to scare her. "Aren't you afraid that if that happens, your stepfather will abuse his stepchildren? Maybe he won't let you eat or buy new clothes for you, and he'll lock you inside the house." Zetty lifted her chin and rolled her eyes at Jay. "I've only heard of evil stepmothers, and never of evil stepfathers." "You're ignorant," Jay retorted mercilessly. However, Zetty was much smarter than he thought. "You're the only Evil Demon King who would do that. Uncle Sean won't!" She retorted.

STEP BROTHER X STEP SISTER 1 AXEL~~ Returning back home for the summer was going to be another banger as always oh-fuck! Not anymore that is. My father ventured off looking for a wife and got married in Bali, that wasn't the only problem. Thanks to my father and his new wife finally on their honeymoon, it was the the fact that I now had to deal with the vexatious daughter of my new step mother, Sarah fucking Anderson.

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.