Vacation With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

Working at the same company as my stepdad was like living in hell, as he constantly made my life miserable. I could vividly recall how his hatred began. Two years ago, my mom had gone on a vacation with my stepdad, Edward, leaving me all alone at home during my ovulation period. With a strong urge to have sex, I began to pleasure myself. Unfortunately, my stepdad walked in on me. It turned out he had left my mom at the vacation house and come home early because he had business meetings planned.

Arthur chides gently, reaching across the table to pat my hand. "We must take care of her. In fact, I was thinking of taking her to the lake house for a few days. A private honeymoon." The air leaves my lungs. Isolation with Arthur. It might be a prison because I don’t have any feeling for Arthur, but at least the bars wouldn't have Ethan's name on them. "Actually, Father," Ethan’s voice drops an octave, turning thick and dark like motor oil. "I already promised Althea the lake house for her vacation and she is already there. Perhaps it’s best if Mother stays here. I’m sure she has plenty of activities to keep her busy..."

This was a rare family vacation. I excitedly dragged my suitcase outside and prepared to leave. That's when I saw my younger sister, Caroline, sitting in the car with my mate, Kyle. The remaining space in the back seat was crammed full of her luggage. Kyle glanced at my suitcase. He seemed troubled. "There's too much stuff. We don't have enough room." He pointed at the bus stop by the road and made it seem as if he was considering my best interests. "You don't like being cramped anyway, do you? Just get yourself a bus ticket. We'll meet you at the destination." My son, Ethan, immediately cheered. "Awesome! Mom will finally stop nagging!" I felt hurt. "But this was supposed to be our fam

"Aren't you going to school yet, Sol?" I looked up at Roberto who was currently organizing his papers in the living room. He had only visited Freddie, and tomorrow he would be flying to Europe. "In a while, Roberto. I'm just waiting for the driver to return, and then I'll have him drop me off at school," I answered. "And how about you and Henry? How is your relationship as stepmother and stepson?" I looked away. Because Roberto was naturally smart, he simply let out a sigh. Even without me saying a word, he understood my situation inside the mansion.

Then his voice comes back, quieter. “Okay, Dad…” Something in his tone makes my stomach drop. “What’s going on, son?” He exhales. “So today we went out with Cousin Stephanie, Mark, and the kids. Mom came too. We went to the water park and it was fun, but after that… she said she wanted to take us to Disney Springs. Said she was gonna buy us ornaments from that specialty store, go to that restaurant… you know, the one I like.” “Homecomin’?” I ask.

Yes, I should probably call her and apologize for everything and after my mother gets better, we would leave for Malaysia. When my stepmom looked at me, it was like every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs, floating in the air. I was feeling the kind of love I was longing for and I would be incomplete without it. "Raymond, son," My stepmom called, dragging me from my train of thoughts. "Mom, do you need anything?" "No, I should be asking you that, are you okay?" She asked in a concerned tone. "I don't know. I hope Diana is okay. I hurt her so badly, the vacation was a big mess, I kept hurting and disappointing her, I was so rude to her, mom you know I love her, Diana knows I love her ri

I say returning her hug. “Thank you, my actual birthday isn’t till the weekend, you both are coming to The Hamptons for my birthday right?” She ask. “Yes.” Carter says with a groan and she rolls her eyes at him turning to me. “Saw on you two were in Bahamas,” Stephanie says excitedly. “How was it? I deeply need a vacation.” She adds sitting beside me. “It was beautiful and super relaxing.” I say. “You should take a vacation.” I add and she nods.

I said politely. “Me? Yeah I am doing great. I don’t want to chatter with you now. Didn't I tell you to send me money. You didn t even pick up my phone yesterday. What were you thinking? That you can get rid off us easily?” My stepmother’s harsh word is coming from the other side for the phone. “I didn’t. We are on a vacation in Switzerland that’s why. I will speak to you later then.” I said. I want to cut the call as soon as possible.

She says and I nodded, not thinking much of the fact that I should probably inform someone of my outing. I stepped out of the pack house, walking with Darla who was humming a song. In all honesty, the pack was a very beautiful one. I could tell the people around were friendly, judging by how they kept greeting and responding to Darla. In the spilt of a minute, I was reminded of my mother. She had almost the same aura as Darla. She knew almost everyone around the pack, I hated going out with her just because we would always make small stops, greeting and making small talks with people. I used to huff in annoyance whenever she’d start but now, now, I’d give anything to have her back with me.