Watching My Step Comics Novels & Stories

Someone opened the door and dragged me out again. My legs barely held my weight. We entered a building. The air smelled dusty. Old. Like a warehouse. They shoved me into a chair and tied my hands behind it. Then the footsteps moved away. Silence. My head slowly cleared. I lifted my eyes. And saw a figure standing in the shadows. Tall. Still. Watching me. My chest tightened. “You always make things dramatic,” I muttered hoarsely. The figure stepped forward slowly. Light fell across his face.

She scanned the area before directing her eyes right back on me. “Who? Names perhaps? Age?” “Theo and Atlas. In a coma. Hurry the fuck up, I’m losing my shit,” I warned, knowing I wouldn’t get violent with a woman. Never. But I hated when my patience was tested. “Are you family? Only those are allowed to—” “What room, for fuck’s sake! Both are as close to me as anything else! Atlas is my family, and I’m Theo’s stepbrother. Stop beating around the fucking bush, miss,” I snarled, irritation evident in my words.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

Now they’re both screaming at each other, trying to rip each other’s hair out. This is hilarious to watch. I wish I could just sit down and enjoy the show. “Valeria, get your head in the game,” Stephan says. “Here—stand like this.” He shifts into a fighting stance. I do my best to copy him, and Grimm mirrors me. “Good, but widen your legs.” Stephan steps behind me, his hand guiding my thigh until my stance opens a little further. “Perfect,” he whispers in my ear. My body gets chills. That felt good.

She smirked nodding toward the nearby tables that was still talking about me "The attention, the gossip and the rumors. It’s all part of the fun, isn’t it?" I exhaled glancing around a few sensible people quickly averted their eyes, pretending they hadn’t been looking while the bold ones stared right at me. "Yeah," I muttered rolling my eyes as I laved each syllable with sarcasm"A real dream come true." Rachel picked up her coffee, taking a sip before speaking again. "And it would only get worse when they find out he's also your step brother." I glared at her not knowing what to say, she just gave me a very innocent look as if she wasn't piercing my heart with the truth, I guess truth hurts

“What the hell are you doing here, you bitch?” “I-I…” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper as I took a shaky step back, my heart hammering in my chest. “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t mean to what?” Stephanie snapped, cutting me off as she stormed toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the tiled floor. “Spy on us? Are you some kind of freak?” She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Of course, you are. Always hanging around these guys, thinking you're so special. You’re pathetic.”

Not even a single word if not just the tears that I could not pull back and the sound of their laughter filling the space around me. "Or…" Steph tilted her head, a smile still sitting easily on her face. I think she was nowhere near done and she was never done until she decided she was. "Is your late dad homo like you? And burning in hell for all we care?" The laughter spiked again behind her. I watched her fingers move around the photo slowly and deliberately. The specific kind of slowness meant she wanted me to see exactly what was coming with enough time to feel it fully before it happened.

I replied, confused and aroused. With that, Steph walked off back towards the couch, her ass cheeks enveloping her thin panties. I sat down next to her as she began to watch TV, she folded her legs as she leaned into the couch, her thighs were visible from the corner of my vision, my eyes followed her legs up to her crotch, and then to her belly. Before I knew it my full attention was on inspecting every inch of her visible body, Steph ignored my stares, she acted as if blissfully unaware that anything was different. This was going to be a most interesting month.

Montgomery states, causing Justin to quickly get up off his knees. "My office, the six of you. Now," Mr. Everhart says in a stern voice as he and Mr. Montgomery turn and leave. I'm fucked and screwed. ... I was the third to the last one on standby in the office, which made me highly uncomfortable. Steph was in tears, which made me feel bad to some extent, but then the side of me that was a bitch really didn't care. "Can you stop fucking staring at me, Via?" She brushes her straight blond hair behind her shoulder and away from her face. "Drop the critical gaze. You're going to burn holes through me," Steph says as she gets another tissue and blows her nose.

“What are you doing to yourself? You were perfectly fine two days ago.” “Why?” I spun, glaring at him. “Because you suddenly care? Because you finally remembered I exist?” His eyes narrowed. “Don’t start, Naida. You had Luca watching you and he's done a terrible job at that.” “Don’t start?” My laugh was bitter. “And leave Luca out of it. I spent days drowning in those stupid ethics classes, while my crazy stepfather was released from prison.”