Stepsister Caught Me Novels & Stories

he said as she walked past him and tried to grab her arms. "I'm working, Peter, not now," she muttered and tried to pull away but his grip became firm and he looked at her in the eyes lustfully, sticking out his tongue and tasting his own upper lips. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me into the store room?" He asked with a husky voice. "No, let go of my arms, Peter, I have work to do!" She snapped and tried to move away from him, flinging her arms away. That was a terrible mistake because right at that instance, the director was walking right in and the coffee spilled on her shoes.

He absolutely refused to think of how her words riled his wolf up and set his insides on fire. " Did you hit your head or something stepsister?" The words seemed to pull Ana back from whatever Dreamland she was in. Why was the sexy angel calling her stepsister? Wait! As the situation registered in Ana's head, she jerked out of the bed covering her eyes with her palms. What the...! " You jerk! Would you put some fucking clothes on?"she yelled.

His grip was tight, almost painful like a vice that just wouldn't let go. "Wait, my money," I protested, trying to break free from his grip. "Forget the money!" he yelled, dragging me off the stage. He pulled me out into the cold night air and shoved me toward his car. The rain was falling again, soaking us instantly. "Get in," he commanded and deep down, I wanted to get in, but I hated commands, especially from fags like him. "No!" I snapped and yanked my arm away. "I didn't ask for your help! Why were you even there?"

“What the hell are you doing here, you bitch?” “I-I…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering in my chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t mean to what?” Stephanie snapped, cutting me off as she stormed toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. “Spy on us? Are you some kind of freak?” She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Of course, you are. Always hanging around these guys, thinking you're so special. You’re pathetic.”

Who is this? For a second, I hesitate because something about it feels… off. But then I tap it anyway, and the world stops. Everything inside me goes still. My breath catches so suddenly it hurts. The phone slips slightly in my hand, and I have to grip it tighter to keep it from falling. “No…” It comes out as a whisper, a broken one…as I stare at the picture of Stephanie tied roughly to a chair. Her wrists are pulled tight behind her, rope digging harshly into her skin. Her ankles are bound too, forced together in a way that makes her look completely trapped… completely helpless.

Who is this? For a second, I hesitate because something about it feels… off. But then I tap it anyway, and the world stops. Everything inside me goes still. My breath catches so suddenly it hurts. The phone slips slightly in my hand, and I have to grip it tighter to keep it from falling. “No…” It comes out as a whisper, a broken one…as I stare at the picture of Stephanie tied roughly to a chair. Her wrists are pulled tight behind her, rope digging harshly into her skin. Her ankles are bound too, forced together in a way that makes her look completely trapped… completely helpless.

I had to resist the strong impulse to kiss her lips, which were just inches from my mouth. In situations like these, if I was stuck here in such a tempting weather with a regular girl, I'd shift her panties. I wasn't called the Iron bad boy for nothing. But with Ronnie, it was different. She is my step sister. I can't take advantage of her. Suddenly, I spoke up. "Umm... Ronnie, about today. I'm sorry for spying on you while you were stepping out of the shower." I noticed Ronnie's stiffened as she moved her face away from mine in embarrassment.

I would be that girl that got kidnapped and raped by her step brother and boyfriend's cousin. I would be no one. How would people look at me now? How would my parents look at me? How would Ollie look at me? HoW would everyone look at me? I was just a filthy excuse of a human. No one would ever want to even spare me a glance, my scars were hideous. Steve was still trying to shout and get out of the chair but I knew he wouldn't, I've been in his place for a long time. There was no escaping.

What makes you think I didn’t control one of you to lead you here? The realization hit me like a physical blow. Stephanie... she was under his control. A rush of irritation washed over me, and I cursed under my breath. How could I have been so careless? I should have seen this coming and I should have taken precautious. I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling beneath me as I tried to grab her, to pull her back. But Stephanie was faster. Before I could reach her, she sprinted forward, her movements fluid and unhesitating.

BACK TO PRESENT Stella sighed. "How lustful my father is to even go after such an elderly woman whose as old his mother. How crazy my stepmother is of my father. How overprotective she is of him, yet she can't even caught him cheating on her. Fucking hell. The drama. Man, these people are sick! Cruel, wicked, sinful, and lustful.” She tilted her head into the door.