Ugly Step Sister Novels & Stories

"I bet Mum and Dad would be thrilled to know what their innocent little Katricia’s dirty secret is. Imagine their face when they see you twerking that ass, and fingering yourself for the world to see." "Don't tell them please... I’ll do anything… just don’t tell them. I’m begging you." A dark, hungry smile spread across my face. I pretended to think for a long moment, staring at her flushed, pleading expression while my cock throbbed. I can't believe my own stepsister is really Lunar Katt. "You want me to keep my mouth shut? Then get on your knees, sis." "What?" Her eyes widened. "Y... You're my step brother, I can't do that."

“She’s never worried about me.” Still, I took his hand and pulled myself up. Dust clung to my skirt, and I brushed the dirt off the front and back with quick irritated movements. “Sure?” Wanting to change the subject, I asked, “Why do you even care?” We walked toward the car. “Because you’re my step-sister now.” He opened the driver’s door before glancing at me. “And you still owe me.” He slid into the driver’s seat. “I’m not letting you get hurt before you get the chance to finish our deal.”

I approached him, my blood fuming. “You fucking ba—” “Sapphire!”My mother rushed in, Jonathan close behind her. “Oh,” Jonathan said cheerfully. “I see you’ve met Lucian.” Lucian. My stomach dropped. “Remember I told you Jonathan had a son?” my mother said gently. Jonathan smiled. “Lucian, this is Sapphire. Your stepsister.” The word hit like a slap. Lucian’s gaze sharpened. “Stepsister,” he repeated slowly. Oh hell no. “I’m not doing this,” I muttered, turning away.

I never thought the day would come when I would stand face-to-face with the woman who destroyed me, not with trembling knees or a broken heart, but with fire burning steady under my skin. Leila. My step-sister. The one who had smiled sweetly in front of others, pretending to love me while throwing me into the dirt behind closed doors. The one who mated with Kyle, my so-called mate, and locked me in a dungeon as punishment for existing. The one who laughed when my screams echoed through stone walls, and who never told me I had been carrying a child when she ripped it away from me with her cruelty.

Callista tried to warn him. “Really? It can’t be that bad. You just don’t want me to pursue him, right? Could it be that you like him too, but are being held back because you’re step-siblings?” The woman stared at him inquisitively. “Whatever you say. At least I’ve given you a warning, and then you can do whatever you want.” Callista didn’t want to argue any longer; she didn’t want to waste her energy on such a trivial matter.

The smile on her face vanished, and then she said: “If I am evil, what are you? You hated your own sister because she didn’t want to marry an heir? Tell me. Have you ever thought about what your sister’s life would have been if she had married as a betrothed? Did you think Merikh would have loved her this way if she were raised as his betrothed? All you thought of was why she didn’t marry to save your father and mother. Before you think of calling me evil, you should ask your dead parents why they borrowed money they couldn’t pay. Then ask your fucking self if you were human for hating on her. Only then can you justly call me evil.” Her words landed like knives, each sentence a blade carving

Rich into rich huh? I opened the doors almost immediately after the call. I can feel my hungry stomach growling. Mom is out of town with her husband so I guess I'm really stuck with my rude step brother. I was beginning to think my attraction to him was my punishment. This was karma. While he had touched me, I’d wished for someone else, and that someone came in the form of him being my step brother. I heard my step brother in the foyer talking with some associate. I understood my attraction to the man. His hands were rough, his voice deep, his presence commanding . . . he checked all the boxes I needed but didn’t want.

She added. I closed my eyes in frustration as I listened to her speak. She wasn't giving me the chance to talk as she kept on ranting about how rude Mason was to me, she hadn’t listened to the shocking part and I knew it would blow her mind. “HE’S MY STEP BROTHER!” I yelled and she stopped talking at once. “What?” She asked in disbelief. “That same asshole back there is my mum’s new husband’s son and in other words, my step brother.”

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

I mean for an elderly person, she didn't look half bad. "Well, I guess, it probably isn't that bad so why not." I answered with a shrug. I really like granny, she's like my personal fairy godmother, unlike Steve. I'd say he's one of the step-sisters, the ugly one to be precise. And maybe Carlos can be the second ugly one, what a fine pair they'd make.