Stepson Novels & Stories

Jake. My stepson had come home from university just two days ago for the summer break. Twenty-one now, tall and broad-shouldered, with the same sharp jaw as his father but none of the softness that middle age had added to David. His dark hair was still damp from a shower, and he wore nothing but loose grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The deep V of muscle at his pelvis was impossible not to notice. I forced my eyes up to his face. “Dad’s gone?” he asked, voice low and a little rough, like he’d just woken up even though it was barely nine o’clock.

“Oh, hello ma'am. My name is Leo, and I'm his stepson, but he calls me son. I hope you don't mind?” “No, sweet thing. If he calls you son, then you're my nephew. Nice meeting you, Leo.” Things were actually beginning to piece themselves together. His mate had a son, and not just a son but the son of an abuser from everything I could see. I loved it immediately when I got to his place; it was so lovely and lively. All my fears and worries had been for nothing because he had so much love around him here, and he got the perfect mate.

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

"Karen White, you are forty-five years old and unemployed. That boy who went through surgery just now is not your son. He's your stepson. You've never liked him and repeatedly stated that you wish for him to be dead. You seem pretty involved with his car accident preceding this. When the crash didn't kill him, you wanted the doctor to perform surgery on him so he would die on the operating table. This way, you could make this hated stepson disappear and claim tons of money from the hospital. Am I wrong, Karen?"

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

Stephen was squirming as she rub his sensitive cap. "I love your dick." Kelly confessed. "You can't love my dick. I'm your step brother." "Yeah, but not same father or mother. We are not blood related." Kelly said as she continued to stroke him. "But it's still wrong. Please stop." "Stop acting as if you don't want this. I know this one of your naughty fantasies." She said as she increased the pace. "You are hurting me." Stephen said. "Ohhh sorry. My bad. I forget to make it wet. Maybe it will be better this way." She said and leaned over.

"Brat, you’re still a kid! What do you know about boyfriends? And who do you think is worthy of your ‘best mom’?" Joxan lifted his chin confidently. "My father." Mini’s smile faltered. "Your father?" Joxan nodded firmly. "My father is the most powerful man in the world! And he’s very kind to me and Mommy. He said that as long as Mom agrees, he can be my stepfather anytime!" Mini’s heart pounded. "Who is your father?" Joxan grinned proudly. "His name is Austin. He’s the kindest person to Mommy, my sister, and me."

Zephyr for what feels like a second before he turns to me his brownish hazel eyes locking with my wide ones. “Hey….” He starts extending his hands for a handshake. I reach for it and our palms meet. “I’m Ryan… Ryan Zephyr,” He says. What? I can’t help but scoff a bit. This man, who is way taller, bigger, larger, and most likely older than me, is my stepson??!! “Haha, he’s a very well-mannered young man, which might be a weakness.” Zephyr says, attempting to jab him again but, Ryan leans to the side dogjing the contact.

“You're not here for grandfather's memorial service, are you?” He laughed, changing his demeanor into a playful one. “It was just a simple question, bro. Don't take it that far. Of course I'm here for my grandfather's memorial service.” He walked towards the door. “I'll be staying here in the villa until I return. Is that okay with you?” “Of course it is. You are my brother after all.” I replied. My gaze did not leave him till he exited. “Sly fox!” I cursed. Stephen has changed a lot. He is my younger cousin, but is regarded as an illegitimate son of the family. His mother, who is my dad's younger sister, had him out of wedlock.

Chris, Karen's hung stepson of age, was still returning from school while Karen perused his secret journal she found under his bed while waiting for her secret boy toy to return for another episode of hard 'family fluid bonding' in the practice of an idea called skinship. Chris still lived at home while he was in high school even though he was eighteen. For unknown reasons Chris didn't get enrolled into the school system until he was two years older than the other kids. Technically her new step child was still a sophomore in high school as Karen's expression became amused, aroused, and almost angry at finding such graphic evidence of their taboo family secret