Stepmother And Step Sister Novels & Stories

My phone buzzed in my pocket, “Uhmm…I will leave you to rest. I have to take this, it's probably Jess. Guessing she's about to tell me another piece of bad news.” “What’s the worst that could happen? That hasn't happened already?” I shrugged, giving no answer. I stepped outside the door and fished my phone out of my pocket, only to see a name that made my chest flare up in anger. Jasmine. My evil stepsister. I pressed the phone against my ear, “You two-faced backstabbing bitch. What is it you want?” “Hey sister. It’s been a while. How are you?” She said, her voice laced with the usual sweetness she played me with.

he starts before having me cut him off. "What?! Daughter?! No! Jack can't have another step-sister, it's not going to happen. Jack is mine, my stepbrother and I'm not fucking sharing him with someone!" I yell, growing upset. "Technically, he's not you're stepbrother anymore." My mother says, chiming in as she places a hand on my shoulder. My blood begins to boil and I swear it took everything in me not to hit her. I don't care if he's not my stepbrother because I'm not sharing him with anyone, ever again.

Step-father and step-daughter, step-mother and stepson, and the most common, step-brother and step-sister. The last thing I want is to hear rumors spread about me and Aamon Blackwood, with his name, it would travel like wild fire and since people already hate me, mostly girls of course, they would eat me alive. Somehow, the girls seem to think I'm the evil "stepsister" who is advising Aamon to stop going out with girls, that came as a shock to me but their point kind of made sense, "Ever since you came into his life, he doesn't want to be with any girl. We didn't have a problem sharing him before you two became close."

After a few seconds, we broke from the hug, and Jackson let out a sigh as he stared at me. “Are you okay?” He asked me, looking at my pale face. “I’m fine bro.” My voice sounded low, “I’m just worried.” “Thea told me she's your mate… and our…” He paused, placing his hand on my shoulder, “Should I say, step-sister?” I nodded my head a little in affirmation. “I’m so sorry man, for what Mum and Dad did to her,” Jack spoke with his face etched with sadness. “Don't be,” I spoke, furrowing my brow in anger as he mentioned them.

With her legs crossed and a well-practiced look on her face, my stepmother relaxed on the velvet couch as though she belonged there. My half-sister, who was wearing excessive amounts of silk and grinning with a rapacious expression in her eyes, was standing next to her like a poisonous shadow.My stepmother got to her feet and whispered pleasantly, "Rebecca." "My dear. You look good.Not even my stepsister stood up. She drooled, looking around the room as if she were checking out a hotel suite. This is the notorious pack home, then? I thought it would be more intimidating. Not too... old.

Chapter 1 I've been spying on my step-sister for about two months; watching her change her clothes through her bedroom window. I never thought I'd take it any farther than just spying. She is my step-sister , after all. To me it's just a good way to see some tits, ass and pussy on a regular basis.

The word hit me like a knife. “Shut the hell up!” I tore the forms in half, the pieces scattering across the floor. His expression softened unexpectedly. His voice lowered almost tenderly. “Not nonsense. I want to marry you. I want children only with you.” I pressed my lips together. I was shaken by how his voice trembled with longing. "I am your step sister. How can you say about it." I corrected him. "Did I consider you as a step sister when I had sex with you? Have you considered me step brother when you moaned my name when I was inside you?"

“He was just being controlling. And he made it very clear today at lunch that we have strict boundaries. He said at work we're strictly boss and assistant, and around our parents, we're just step siblings.” Susan let out a loud, theatrical laugh, tossing her head back against the couch. “Step siblings? Oh, please! Boss and assistant? Ava, do you hear yourself? A man doesn't look at his step sister or his secretary the way Derick Stone looks at you. The guy is practically obsessed!”

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My step sister Donna is 4 years older than me and we have never been real tight. We were just typical step siblings with an age difference. We would fight all the time over just about anything, but as we got older we managed to become friends. My step sister was a wild child; I caught her more than once having sex with her boyfriends at our parents' house. I never said anything but she knew that I knew.

a young woman's voice huffed, “You saw how he introduced her, right? They looked so close. Something must be going on between them.” I froze. “That’s not something you should say carelessly,” the first man said after a pause, “They’re siblings.” “STEP-siblings, meaning not biological,” the woman said, lowering her voice, “And besides, haven’t you heard the rumors?” “What rumors?” The same question echoed in my mind.