5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed Novels & Stories

I stopped halfway, hoping they’d get the gist and leave. “Oh, I’m sorry. We’ll let you be now.” Lucas stood and tried to usher his brothers out. “What if I don’t want to go?” The one Lucas had called Zach winked at me. Oh my goodness! Could this guy be any more perverted? Alpha David never told me anything about having four boys. Four stepbrothers! I used to think being an only child was a lonely way to live but I was beginning to realize it was a blessing I never appreciated.

I'll go for another medical checkup here in this Avelon Pack, taking my medical records with me. My six Alphas after taking their turns to fuck me all dropped on the bed and the floor, groaning so hard, some holding their cocks. My heart returns back to Dustin. His brothers have done all they can to me, making me so satisfied but without him, I don't think I'm really satisfied. I want to rise from the bed but Austin and Aaron, the two oldest among their identical brothers, pull their hands over my tummy. Aaron raises his hand to my boob and then my nipples.

Stephanie's Opinion: I plopped down at a nearby coffee shop, giving my dad, brothers, and Brock the golden opportunity to break into my apartment. As I sat there giggling like a maniac, I couldn't help but imagine those Alphas stuck in my house, trying to navigate the ridiculous security system. I could practically hear their puzzled shouts echoing through the halls as they realized they were in for a wild ride. The thought of them all chanting my name in frustration just sent me into another fit of laughter. It must have looked like I'd lost my marbles to the other coffee shop patrons!

It’s not comfortable, but I think my meds are still working because I can only feel a slight twinge. Second, and this should have been my first thought and question, why is my stepbrother leaning over me and straddling my waist? My brain, for the first time, is suddenly empty and unsure of what the fuck I’m witnessing. Am I dreaming? This would be one hell of a dream. I might be bi, but I’m not dumb enough to envision the straighter-than-straight, hates to breathe the same air as me, Percival on top of me unless the vision involves him beating my face in. I don’t... I don’t even know what to say. My lips feel tingly, so I ask the only question at the forefront of my thoughts.

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

We remained tightly locked together, panting hard, the sweat cooling rapidly on our skin. I stared blankly at the ceiling, his heavy weight still pinning me down, his cock still fully buried inside me, and felt the entire world crack open wide. I just slept with my stepbrother. The future Alpha. The one person I had planned to kill. And the absolute worst part? I wasn’t certain I truly regretted it.

BLAIR’S POV I could still feel the pounding of my heart as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push the memory away. Kade and I had almost fucked instead of talking. How did everything spiral out of control like that? I couldn’t even stop myself. I was literally enjoying making out with my own stepbrother. What’s worse? His psycho girlfriend had walked in on us.

The view was breathtaking. I dropped onto the bed, exhaling shakily. This was my life now. “Hey, James,” I heard, I peeked outside moments later. Three cars pulled in. Three guys stepped out. All tall. All confident. All radiating pack energy. One of them stood out immediately. My stepbrother. He spoke briefly to the others before climbing into his car. The engines roared as they drove off together. I swallowed. Ugh. I was already calling him my stepbrother.

I never thought the night my mother remarried would end with me locked in a guest room, soaked between my thighs and fighting the urge to open the door. The wedding had been perfect. White flowers, soft music, my new stepfather smiling like he’d finally found something good. I smiled through it too, even when the four of them watched me. My stepbrothers. Lucian. Kade. Rhys. Vance. Four alphas. Same blood, same pack, same cold silver eyes that had followed me from the moment I stepped into their house three months ago. They never touched me. Never spoke more than necessary. Just watched. Like they were waiting for something.

“Talk to me while I fuck you. Tell me how scared you are about the weekend.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. “Very scared. What if they walk in on us like this? What if Brady comes over while they’re here?” Alexander thrust harder, the bed creaking. “Then they’ll see how good I make you feel.” He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, angling deeper. “Whose pussy is this?” “Yours,” I gasped, nails raking down his back. “My stepbrother’s. Ahh… fuck… Harder, Alexander. Please.”