Love Affairs with my Stepbrothers

Miya “When I turn 21, I want to get drunk and have a one-night stand with a stranger.” I promised myself this five years ago. It was a silly promise at the time, but I concluded that fulfilling it was not such a bad idea. Today is my twenty-first birthday, and I plan on enjoying every moment. “Miya, are you sure you want to proceed with it?” My best friend Sarah asked as we prepared for the club. “Well, I will be living in my fantasy momentarily. I will face reality tomorrow.” I responded and went back to my makeup. I wore a black short bodycon sleeveless dress that hugged me like a second body. My hair was wavy, and I had smoky makeup on. I look hot! I admit as I stare at myself in the mirror. If I want to act wild tonight, I'd better look the part too. When we arrived at the club, we went straight to the bartender. “Hello birthday. You're looking hot tonight,” Ben, the bartender, smiled at us as we sat. “Thank you, Ben,” we smiled at him, and Ben mixed a mocktail for us. A

When I woke up, the first thing I thought was, Where am I?The sheets were soft. The air smelled like expensive cologne and something warm and masculine. My body ached deliciously, and the soreness between my thighs was a sinful reminder of exactly why I felt like I had been run over, in the best way.Then it all came back.Chase.His mouth. His hands. He moved inside me as if he knew every hidden part of me.I couldn’t help the smug, satisfied smile that tugged at my lips.Mission accomplished.Last night was… incredible. After our first time, I thought I barely survived, but Chase? He wasn’t done. He took me again. And again. And again until my body gave up and all I could do was lie there trembling, begging for a break, even as I didn’t want it to end.I stretched with a groan, wincing at the soreness. Every part of me had been thoroughly claimed.But Chase wasn’t in bed.I sat up and heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. The shower.My heart thudded with sudde

Zara’s POV By morning, the power was still out, the storm was raging, and Caleb, well, was still infuriatingly hot. I padded into the kitchen barefoot, my oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He was already there, leaning against the fridge, shirtless again, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his V line on display for me to lust after. I didn’t say good morning. I didn’t need to. I opened the fridge, leaned in slowly, maybe too slowly, and made sure he got a full view of my barely-covered backside. I could feel his stare burning into me. And when I straightened up with a bottle of water, I felt his eyes on me. Dark! Heavy. Burning. But when I turned, he was already walking away—headphones in, expression unreadable. Still, I caught the flicker in his eyes before he turned. And that flicker said everything. He wanted me. Just as much as I wanted him. Even if he didn’t want to admit it. And I am going to make him admit it. So, I kept pushing.

I adjusted the strap of my backpack nervously as the Uber pulled into the curved driveway of my new home—or rather, the home I was about to share with complete strangers. The house was ridiculous. Huge glass windows, sleek gray walls, and a steel-framed door that screamed modern money. Mom had married some tech exec named Harrison while I was away at college. I hadn’t even met him in person—just a blurry FaceTime call with awkward smiles. And now here I was, standing in front of the door of a stranger’s mansion, about to move in with his three sons. I expected cold greetings and awkward hellos. I didn’t expect him. The door swung open, and I froze. A man—tall, muscular, shirtless—stood there. His dark hair was damp, sticking slightly to his forehead, and sweat still clung to his defined abs like a glistening invitation. A black towel was tossed over his shoulder. He looked like a model fresh off a gym commercial. His eyes, a piercing gray, met mine without flinching. “Uh…

The storm started with a whisper—a low growl of thunder far in the distance that slowly crept closer. I tossed under the sheets, staring at the ceiling as lightning briefly lit my room, casting long shadows over the walls. Then everything went dark. The whirring AC silenced. My bedside clock blinked and died. I sat up, heart skipping. Power outage. Another rumble echoed through the house. I slipped out of bed barefoot, grabbing the oversized hoodie from the foot of the bed—Jace’s, I realized, and tried not to think too hard about why I still had it. The hallway was dim, the air heavy with static and silence. I padded to the living room, thinking I was the only one awake, until I saw the figure curled up on the couch. Eli. His knees were pulled to his chest, a sketchpad clutched in his lap. The flicker of candlelight illuminated his features—soft, vulnerable, lips pressed into a tight line. He looked up the second he saw me. “Leah.” I blinked. “Couldn’t sleep either?” He s