Stepsister Caught Me Novels & Stories

The cold air slaps my skin, sending chills down my spine. “Eyes on me,” he says. I lift my gaze, though it feels like lifting a mountain. His stare pins me where I stand. His eyes trail down from my face, resting on my black lacy bra. His lips curved into what resembles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. “Are you wearing the panties too? Let me see.” My stomach flips, finally letting the tiny voice remind me that I'm getting those commands from my stepbrother. Letting the tiny voice remind me that this is wrong.

Why, even after being given a second chance and planning every step so carefully, could I still not escape this ending? I closed my eyes in despair, thinking history was about to repeat itself. Dad’s second whip was already raised high, this time coming straight for my eyes. It was over. At that critical moment, the Ethan who had been unconscious in Mary’s arms suddenly stirred and let out a weak sound. “Don’t… don’t hit Lucy…” Everyone froze. Ethan struggled to open his eyes, using all the strength in his little body to cry out in a soft, childish voice. “It was a man. A man who smelled like perfume pushed me down the stairs!”

“I came over to Camille's place yesterday, looking for you. I wanted to apologise to you Edward but she was on top of you and you loved it” “She drugged me, Stephenie” This was real, Stephanie had caught us. Why would it be the first day it was happening, and I wasn't in my senses that she saw us? I felt frustrated. How do I make her know that I have never had sex with Camille except yesterday? “Are you not tired of those lame excuses? You are sounding like a child” She began to walk away.

I just left her cause my head was hurting and I didn't want to anger my father with noise. What got into Esther? She never had the courage to pull such stunts with me, before, So why now? It seems I am slowly loosing grip of the one whom used to be ultimately under my control and commands. I take out a plaster from my first aid kit, dress my wound and head into the bathroom for a shower. Today is Saturday but I have a lot of work to do. I have got a rape case on my hands and I haven't even gotten half way through it. Good thing I have an assistant who has my back while I'm off goffing around.

I was only trying to avoid my stepbrother to keep my father's happiness, but I almost ended up a victim of rape. My mind went to Mark, and I almost shook my head, trying to get rid of any thoughts about him. Should I do away with him? In my life I've heard stories about girls who found themselves in that kind of situation and ones that escalated, but never did I imagine I would be among the category so soon. I never knew that side of Mark existed. Could it be love or lust that led him to do something like that. I know he lost control, but he came back to his senses and apologized.

The jealousy in his voice was vicious. His lips moved lower. traced the edge of my cleavage with a feral intensity. "I am your stepsister," I reminded him, my voice shaking. Mostly a reminder to myself not to crumble under his touch. Hunter froze. He slowly lifted his head. Those gray eyes locked onto mine with terrifying intensity. “Oh really?” Before I could even gasp, he reached down. His hand yanked my gown upward, and with one swift, brutal movement, he pulled my panties down.

"Oh, you did? You think you have me wrapped around your fingers?" "Think? Oh, honey, I don't think I know where I've got you, and that is the right place," I say, and he lets out a laugh. "She wanted to start immediately, which was strange, and she did not really want to take the money. I don't know who can do a thing like this, but my money is on Melissa," I say, and he looks at me. "Your stepsister? Do you think she would do something like this? I thought it'd be Maljore," he said, and I nodded.

“Hello, Connor Black here.” I hung up the phone and heard noises coming from upstairs. I stepped out of my office and stood next to the staircase as I thought I was hearing things. It sounded like whimpering. At that moment, I realized it was Steph. I ran up the stairs, skipping one step in between, and as I reached the top, I saw Steph lying on the floor, curled up in a ball, and shaking. “Steph, my God, what’s wrong?” I said as I knelt down beside her.

She was taken aback at first, and so was him. He looked at me fiercely, but his gaze turned softer when he realized that it was me. “You are coming with me, now!” I said and started leading her away, not minding if I was hurting her. She screamed and continued hitting my hands away from her wrist, but I didn’t budge. The guy watched us for a while and after a moment of watching the struggle between Kayla and I, he walked over to us and pulled her away from me. “I understand that she is your step-sister. But aren’t you doing too much?” He asked, peering into my eyes with deep dark eyes.

I said. “ Consider it done” I said and kiss her. JASON. I climb to up and walk to the bedroom and I stood at the doorstep of the room, I fold my hands staring at Stephanie as she is trying to untie herself, she has even successfully cut the rope I used tie her, she smile and struggle to stand up . I could hear her said . “ This son of a bitch think I can’t escape” I said.