Submitting To My Step Novels & Stories

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.

“But you enjoyed that night” I was having trouble focusing as she continued touching me. What the fuck was wrong with me?. This was fucking wrong. My goal was to expose her but the coldness I felt just a second ago was now gone. I couldn’t feel anything other than the sudden burn that rushed to my heart as my brain felt cold. I was mortified. The palms of my hands became sweaty as my throat became dry. I could hear my heart beat rising each second. When I didn’t reply, she spoke again. “I have feeling that you wanted to come back again but you got shocked to know that am now your step sister”,

Her pussy. My pussy. And her thighs. They're spread open, giving me a tempting view of her cunt. She's dripping on my bed. I raise my hand up and spread it in the air. "Do to mean as you wish. I'm yours, Hazel." I say to her. I never submit or surrender to women. It's not something I do nor like doing. But for her..., for the first time.... I actually want to. Hazel crawls to me. Now she's kneeling directly in front of me and her nipples press hard on my chest. I close my eyes, submitting to her touch.

I murmured, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Jackson leaned forward slightly, his voice soft but firm. “Do you like them?” I nodded slowly. “They’re lovely.” His lips curved into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes either. “It’s just a small token… a gift. A reminder of what I feel for you.” A tightness gripped my chest. I set the bracelet down carefully on the dresser and stepped away from him, as if that tiny bit of space could put a wall between us. “Jackson… we need to stop this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “This thing between us—it can’t happen. I’m supposed to be your stepmother, not…”

I almost stammered, clearing my throat before continuing, “Please meet Samantha, my good friend. Samantha, this is Noah, my stepson.” Samantha’s expression shifted. I recognized that look—the one she gave whenever she found a man attractive. For a brief moment, I felt a flicker of pride that he was handsome, but reality quickly set in, and I almost cringed. “Noah, pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand. Noah offered a nod and shook her hand, his grip firm but cool. Samantha smiled warmly and said, “We were just talking about how good your father has been to you, Dianne. He really seems to have treated his stepmom well.”

— A. I stared at it for what felt like forever. The easy answer was to send it straight back and prove that I couldn’t be swayed, especially after the way he disrespected me. But deep down, I knew it was because I was somewhat terrified that Stephan will carry out his promise. “Stephan doesn’t get a say!” I caught myself, chiding. So, I reached for my phone and texted Ashar. One dinner. That’s all. The reply came instantly, as if he’d been waiting for me.

Wendy wore a long-sleeved shirt and shorts, her feet resting on a chair cushion, loudly crunching the ice cubes in her coffee. As expected, she had suffered from insomnia the night before. This was already her second cup of coffee. She stared intently at the screen, doing a second check of the translated subtitles. Ok! No problems. While the video was uploading, Wendy sent a message to Jessica, letting her know this week's video was also ready. Jessica didn't know any Chinese at all, so she wouldn't check Chinese websites to see if her videos were uploaded. She also didn't have that much time, so Wendy always sent a message upon completing the work to keep her informed.

“It’s... tolerable. If you ignore the crappy classmates, the annoying stepdad and stepbrother, and the complete lack of trees around here to jog in.” He laughed. “This isn’t Pebble Creek, I get it. But your mom insisted you come. What could you do?” “Exactly. What could I do,” I muttered. He cleared his throat and gave me a side-eye. “Also... you still haven’t told me. Who’s the lucky guy? You just got here—couldn’t have met that many people.” I fell silent. I really didn’t want to tell anyone that my stepbrother was my mate. Just like he saw me as a disgrace... my feelings were mutual.

About my stepson technically even though the word made me want to vomit. Briston carried me up the stairs and down the hallway toward my chamber while guards stepped aside to let us pass. None of them said anything but I could see the questions in their eyes. I closed my own eyes and tried to ignore the warmth radiating from his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear. When we reached my room, he pushed the door open with his shoulder and carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently and pulled the blanket over me with careful movements.

"That's normal for step-siblings, right? My cousin hates her stepbrother. Says he's controlling and weird about her dating." Controlling. The word hit too close. "Yeah," I said. "Something like that." My phone buzzed. I checked it, expecting Stephanie's usual barrage of memes. It was Micaiah. Micaiah: We need to talk. Tonight. I stared at the message, my jaw tightening. Me: No. Micaiah: Mali, I'm serious. Me: So am I. I have nothing to say to you. Micaiah: Then listen. Please.