Stepson Novels & Stories

’ My stomach twisted in knots, my eyes spinning with disbelief. George? Thomas's son? The stepson I never met… had licked me, stretched me, filled me until I cried and came hard all over him. No. It couldn't be true. The thought of it alone now made me sick. It was difficult to believe I had just been fucked so hard by my own stepson. I dropped the note like it was poison, and the card fell too. The realization hit me like a slap. I grabbed my dress quickly and slipped into it, letting my hair fall freely down my back.

"Just some sibling rivalry. Nothing to worry about." Victor’s gaze flicked between Luca and Ethan, then settled on me. His eyes softened for a moment, but there was something else there—something possessive. "Ariana," he said softly, "go inside. It’s getting late." I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave them alone, not when the tension between the three of them was so palpable. But I didn’t have a choice. Victor was my stepfather. His authority was absolute, even when it was wrapped in a layer of quiet intensity.

I tried to stay calm but my hands started shaking. Stefan smiled easily. “Oh that must be the phone I gave her. It’s cool. She’s my stepsister.” I poked him hard in the tummy. “No I am not!” He chuckled. “Scared to have a forbidden relationship with your step bro?” “Eww! You’re a goat!” I said. He smirked. “Greatest of all time.”

“I’ve moved into man status.” “Yes, I’m glad to hear that.” “It’s my nephew, Landon. He’s this little football player.” Stephen lowers his voice. “He’s only like ten or eleven months—not quite a year—and he has all these adorable wrinkles on his chubby arms and legs. His dad thinks he’s going to be an offensive lineman. But little Landon and I had a talk.” “Oh no.”

I added, shooting a look at grandma Rose. Christian’s jaw tightened. “I see. So now you’re her advocate?” “I’m her stepson,” I said sharply. “I’m concerned about her well-being and I won’t apologize for that.” Rose cleared her throat. “Christian, Hunter, please. It’s late, everyone needs to calm down.” Christian ignored her, staring at me for a long moment, like he was trying to measure how much of my defiance he could tolerate. Then he scoffed. “I need you to understand your place, Hunter. Family business. Loyalty. Everything. You can’t pick and choose what you involve yourself in.”

“Hope you're enjoying the food, Stephan?” “Definitely.” He smiled at my Mom, and I couldn't help but look at him again. I saw him in the same frame as Declan, and they looked so alike, with Declan just looking older. Stephan could pass as his son, but there was also something remotely old about him, something that sharpened his edges and made him look like what novels describe as sugar daddies. But he was my step-uncle and professor and would remain just that. Getting through dinner was a herculean task, and by the time it was over, I practically flew to my room, locked up, and tried to sleep.

I whispered, more firmly this time. He is not that hot. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling like it had personally offended me. “I’ve seen finer men.” But even as I said it, my chest felt tight, like my body did not quite agree with my words. And that annoyed me more than anything. He’s my stepson, and as suffocating as it is, I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. But he’s also the father of my baby. My hand drifted to my stomach. This baby made everything more real.

I know my husband and these muscles I feel… the strength with which he handles me… this roughness… This cannot be my husband. When I open my eyes, I am gobsmacked to see my stepson staring straight into my eyes, his own blue eyes blazing with intense lust. “Mason?” I shriek, shock rendering me frozen to the spot. “What the hell are you doing in here? Where’s your father?” Mason, my stepson, who’s over six feet and packed with muscles, shakes his head and tilts his hips, the action causing his cock to brush through my folds which are still sensitive from the orgasm I just had.

“It’s nothing. He’s just intense.” Mia pointed a spoon at her. “Intense enough that you’re walking like you just got railed?” Heat flooded Ava’s face so fast she felt dizzy. “Mia—” “I’m not stupid. You hung up on me mid-sentence, you sound wrecked, and that boy looks at you like he’s already had his mouth on every inch of you.” Mia’s voice dropped. “Did you sleep with your stepbrother?” The silence stretched. Ava’s mouth opened. Closed. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears.

and came over, leading my adoptive father. “Right. Gabriel. Come here.” Then she took my hand and placed it somewhere. “Here, your younger brother is here.” “What?” But. That position was… My adoptive father’s lower abdomen? “Here, the baby is being made inside daddy’s belly.” “What? But he’s dad?” “Hm? Because he’s an omega?” “What?” “Omega.” “…Like, the Swiss watch brand?” “What watch?” “…” “…” * * * “Jude Bailey! Are you still saying you won’t give sex education?!”