Are Step-siblings Related Novels & Stories

Sebastian shrugged nonchalantly. “He…” I commenced, only to shut my lips and clear my throat. “He is not my distant cousin,” I revealed, and he didn’t even seem surprised. Not even fazed. It was as though he had expected the exact words to come tumbling down my lips as soon as he asked that question. It was almost unnerving. But, I'll give it another try. “My mom is married to his dad.” Which made us step-brothers. And still, my revelation didn’t seem to rock him. He just chewed on his straw while he waited for me to continue.

a young woman's voice huffed, “You saw how he introduced her, right? They looked so close. Something must be going on between them.” I froze. “That’s not something you should say carelessly,” the first man said after a pause, “They’re siblings.” “STEP-siblings, meaning not biological,” the woman said, lowering her voice, “And besides, haven’t you heard the rumors?” “What rumors?” The same question echoed in my mind.

“And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.” I froze. “I’m sorry… did you say son?” “Yes,” she laughed like it was the most normal thing in the world. “He’s at a frat party at the naval academy tonight, you should go too. I know you’re starting your summer job tomorrow, but you’ll meet some students, maybe bond with your new stepbrother.” I swing toward my dad. “You didn’t mention a stepbrother.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I… figured you’d meet him soon enough.”

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

She stood there, adjusting her coat, her expression as flat as a frozen lake. “Oh my God, Chris…” Lisa rushed toward her next. “Thank God you both are okay.” Chris gave her a small smile. Then she looked straight at me. “Yeah,” she said coolly. Her voice dipped with sarcasm. “Thanks to my stepbrother.” The word hit like a blade sliding between my ribs. Stepbrother. The audacity of it. As if five minutes ago she hadn’t been melting in my arms. As if I hadn’t been breathing her in like a man addicted.

She lets them fall. God, it stings but I don’t let it show. She stares at me for a long time, like she’s trying to recognize me. Trying to find the version of me she knew. But that man is gone now because he has to be. “I was never trying to hurt you,” she say but I say nothing. She takes two slow steps back and then she looks me right in the eyes, her voice barely holding together. “Our relationship was never supposed to be anything anyway,” she says. “We’re nothing more than… stepsiblings.”

I didn’t know why she couldn’t just let me be , she didn’t talk to me and the last thing , I haven’t spoken to my step dad and since my mom and him are always on trips it made it easier for me . “ It's just five months and I know that you are so happy that I am not going to be there , but I don’t want your step brother's complaints about you , please promise me that you are going to be on your best behavior and act like family when you get there . Stepbrothers , the words rang in my head like it was some kind of terror , from what I had gathered they weren’t going so why did they have to attend again , why did they have to .

The night Jeremy took my virginity only to introduce me as his stepsister to Bianca. I wouldn’t allow history to repeat itself. “A friend?” I scoffed softly. “No. Not really.” I turned to the baddie in ripped jeans. “We’re step-siblings.” My eyes narrowed at Jeremy “The kind who violated boundaries a few times. You know…the kind who had confessed they loved each other a lot of times more than I could remember too. Oh, and not to forget- the kind where the brother painted his stepsister naked and told her she had been his fantasy for a long time. So you see, it can’t be called friendship. It’s a really flawed stepsiblings relationship.” My eyes went hard on him. But he didn’t flinch.

“…quench it. Because it can never work.” I took his hand lightly, brushing it with my fingers. “Why, Daniel?” “We're siblings now, get it into your fucking skull!” he snapped, the words echoing in my ears. My lips pushed forward into a sulky pout, “Stepsiblings.” I eased my shoulders, breathing out heavily. “We are not even blood related, we can fight this through.” He squirmed, his face squeezed in disgust. “Jesus Christ, are you insane?” his dark eyes pierced mine, “So what?” squaring his shoulders. “What are we going to tell our parents? That their children they thought should be seen as siblings are helplessly in love?”

He frowned, staring at me as if he could see the entire answers he wanted on my face. “They are not overprotective because they are my brothers. In fact…” I puffed out a breath. “We are lovers. I'm dating them.” “What?!” He gulped, glancing towards the side of the room where my stepbrothers were before he turned to look at me, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out from it. He blinked, rubbing his eyes as he turned once more to look at them. “You are dating your stepbrothers?” “If you look at it a certain way, we are not step-siblings. I just grew up with them. It's pretty normal where we came from. As long as there's a spark and no blood relationship, then you are good to go