Best Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

“You can't drink just because you're jealous of a phone,” I bolt up but end up losing my balance and falling on his chest; he catches me. Hiccups. “Why should I be jealous? You're my stepbrother, you can marry the damn phone if you want,” I place my hands on his strong chest and inhale. He smells nice, too nice! I can almost taste his cologne on my tongue. With my mind stuck in a haze, I lean in and brush my nose at the line between his neck and shoulder, drinking in more of his scent. “You smell so nice. Why do you smell so nice!” I clench his shirt, pull him close, and hold him tight. “You are my stepbrother, you shouldn't smell so nice.”

I folded my arms. “No I wasn't.” “Do you want to argue then?” “Tch, fine. So about the favor. I want us to do it one last time. “What do you mean?” “I never knew I liked being watched or watching people do it until the day when I saw you and your stepbrother.” “He's my husband now!” I pouted. “Plus what is wrong with all the boys around me these days. Do you want a threesome too?” I groaned and he looked at me shocked.

“Why are you looking at me like that.” “Sorry, I just...” He was nervous, thinking something in his head. That pulled my interest towards whatever he was going to say. “Uh, I can't... So, one of your step brothers, Leo, found my I*******m and texted me and we've been texting since the night I dropped you off.” “What?!” I turned my chair so that I was facing him. The scrapping of the metal on the floor caused some of the students to turn their heads towards us; ignoring them, I urged him to continue. “Go on, tell me what you guys talked about.”

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”

A kind of pleasant frown while he breathed in and out with his mouth. Don had never looked scarier. I closed my eyes again and pictured his mother. His sexier, more sensual stepbrother. Jay on the other had had his deep-set green eyes on me, monitoring my preferences, asking what I liked. His hands on my boobs were not rough and needy. They were rejuvenating, yet firm. I liked the way Jay owned me.

"I've been thinking about you all day. About what I'm going to do to you at the Summit." "At the Summit?" His grin was wicked as he kissed his way down my stomach and hooked his fingers in my shorts, dragging them down along with my underwear in one smooth pull. "All those powerful Alphas in one place and none of them will know that their future Beta's brother is fucking his step-sister in a storage room three doors down from the grand hall." Heat flooded between my legs and he saw it, saw the way my thighs pressed together, and he spread them apart with both hands and settled his face between them.

In fact, I was in love with how he held me down, making me kiss and lick his rod, until it came slipping into my mouth completely and my stepbrother gave out the perfect groan, gripping tighter to me. His voice... Fuck, it sounds so good. Enticed, I slurped and sucked his cock passionately, while he ran his hand right into my top, reaching for my breast, squeezing and feeling my hard nipple. "Is this why he came back?" That question roamed in my head, as I lifted my eyes to look at my stepbrother while sucking down on him, watching how he stared back at me with a smirk of satisfaction across his face. "Was he missing me that bad? Is that the reason behind his mood? He was missing me?" My hea

Ever since marrying my mom, my stepfather had been very protective of us, like today—insisting I be driven to school even if I was in a hurry. Being cared for like this wasn't so bad, I thought. Except for one person… That young face came to my mind again. A handsome yet intense face, with sharp features, dark eyes, and lips always set in a tight line. His gaze made me feel cold and breathless. That face belonged to Marco, my stepbrother—my stepfather’s successor, the next mafia boss. When I first arrived in New York with my mom a year ago, she told me my stepfather was easy to get along with. She didn’t know much about her stepson Marco, only that he was reliable and would protect us.

Admit it, you never feel more free and alive when you're around him, even though he's a narcissistic man-slut. Whoa, okay, slow down. Sure, I’d admit that I found Ryder intriguing and attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was going to be my stepbrother. I wanted to confront him about these letters only so I could tell him that we needed to squash whatever feeling that was going on between us right to the ground. We need to figure out a way to exist like a normal family. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Even after they destroyed you, this cunt still grips me like it was made for your big brother’s cock.” He’s inside me. My stepbrother is fucking me raw in public. Everyone can see him breeding his own sister. The thought sent me spiraling. Each thrust was savage. Deep. Claiming. His balls slapped against my ass as he drove into me over and over. The crowd watched in rapt silence, some stroking themselves openly. Marcus leaned down, biting my neck, my tits, leaving fresh marks over the dried wax. “Mine,” he snarled against my skin. “This body. This pussy. This womb. All fucking mine.” He reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. “Come on my cock, Lena. Show them how har