Stepsiblings Novels & Stories

I let out another exasperated sigh and leaned my head back against the seat. “Why not give it a try? I’m not trying to meddle in your life, but I think you should fix your relationship with him as soon as possible. Whether you like it or not, there’s nothing you can really do now… especially since your mother is already married to Sir Clyden.” “No fucking way!” I’d rather die than accept being that man’s stepbrother. We’d already seen every part of our bodies and moaned each other’s names, for fuck’s sake. That’s ridiculous.

Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

He scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry, I'll get to share one in soonest promise. I'll just think first where and who," he added. "Oh, I know something naughty," he grinned. "Do you ever feel, like or dream of having sex with your step? Yes, stepbrother or stepsis." I just got frozen from what I heard. WHAT DID HE JUST SAID? "Haha, I'm just joking jeez. I don't have one," he added a moment later.

“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.”

He had a feeling Jake wouldn't hesitate to burn the whole world down if anything was to happen to his special woman. Stephen and Stephanie were orphans. Their late parents had however left them a fortune when they died. Stephen had however been the one to work so hard to make something of the fortune left behind for them by their parents. He had started a company in the hotel industry after graduating from college and this company had rapidly rose to fame, becoming a close competitor with Jake's company. The Anderson twins only had each other. Stephen had always been the one to protect his sister since they were kids. He had to protect her even now, even if it meant protecting her from herse

“Like, you live in the same house, right? Shouldn’t be hard to carpool.” I frowned, pushing away the leftover burn of Stephan’s indifference. “First of all, we are step-siblings,” I corrected. “And anyway, he hardly stays over at the Romano mansion. Has his own places.” “Ugh. Of course he does,” Betty made a face. “Mr. Broody Power Suit probably sleeps on a bed made of spreadsheets.” I laughed weakly. “Let’s hope his fiancée approves of that.” “Oh, he does have a fiancée.” She said it like it just occurred to her. But then, shrugged. “Well, whatever. Let’s settle in. Today’s gonna be nuts.”

Several times she smiled at him and he secretly smiled back. The morning passed quickly. Before Stephanie knew it, it was time to leave. The kids had been sent to Mrs. Williams' art class. The room was finally quiet. As she was straightening up, Stephanie knocked a stack of papers to the floor. She squatted down to pick them up and Kelly came over to help. "I can be such a klutz," Stephanie said as she gathered up the papers. "I'm the same way. When I was a kid, my parents used to say I had two left feet," Kelly laughed.

Steady steps. Not Liv. Not a stranger. Someone much, much worse.

My voice was flat. "Won't you come back with me?" There was a pleading look in his eyes. "I can handle the Council of Elders' investigation. As long as you return and help me, we can get through this." I looked at him and almost laughed. Even now, he was thinking about how to use me and not about the mistakes he had made. "Drew, the moment you decided to make me take the blame for your stepsister, it was over between us." I turned around and walked away.

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”