Best Step Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

It makes me cringe on the inside because I don't want to be in love with my brother for goodness sakes. "Um, I'm gonna go down to the lobby." I say, dismissing myself as I begin to reach for the door. "I'll come with." Jack rushes as he slips out the door, following me close behind. "Jack we’re stepbrother and sister, I can't deal with the fact that I'm in love with my stepbrother." I sigh, feeling stressed as we step into the elevator. "We're not going to be step-siblings for long babe." He says nonchalantly, sending a wave of excitement and confusion through me.

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

Step-brother and Step-sister: A drifter gets a call from his father to help him out with a favour. He asks his son to help him babysit his step-sister while he goes on a week-long vacation with his wife. After much consideration, the lonely drifter agrees. What harm can come from watching a kid for a few days? But he soon regrets his decision when he sees his step-sister is a hot sensual teenage girl. Their bodies ignite in a tempting count against the clock.

What we did would NEVER happen again, it will forever be our little, forbidden secret, because let's be honest… I could never tell anyone I spent the best night of my life… in the arms of my brother… -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: This story does NOT contain incest in the storyline. This story is about a forbidden, secret relationship between a STEP brother and STEP sister, however going forward I won’t be putting the word ‘’step’’ infront of brother, sister, mother or father as the family has been together for so long, they consider each other ACTUAL family even though there is NO BIOLOGICAL RELATION except

That I had no idea what was going because I was lost in the sweet sinful memory of my stepbrother and me? That I had let him cup my breast, squeezing my nipples and instead of pushing him away, I wanted more of it? Or that I had run because I knew nothing I was supposed to say because I sat there wanting more kisses from the one lips I was supposed to avoid? No! There was nothing to say. My cheeks burned instantly, Romy wouldn’t believe there was actually nothing to say… I can’t possibly explain I was falling so hard for my stepbrother and I couldn’t control it.

“I’ll call my brother. He’s out anyway, he can come pick me up.” “Liam, stop, just talk to me—” Carter stood up, taking a step toward me, his hands reaching out. “I’m calling Marcus, Carter,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, deadly serious. I couldn't stay in this room with him. I couldn't look at the bed, or the wall, or his mouth. I couldn’t admit that despite myself I was still checking him out in those gray sweatpants. I dialed my brother's number, pressing the phone to my ear as I turned my back to Carter, pretending to look out the window at the storm.

“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…”

(KAIRA'S POV) I didn't see Slade for the rest of the night. I stayed in my room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word he'd said in the car. "Because you're my stepsister." "Stay away from him." "Forget I said anything." I pressed my palms against my eyes. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. He was my stepbrother. He had made it clear I was beneath him. He had kissed me and called it a mistake.

A small, amused smile spread across my lips as I walked toward her, my steps slow and deliberate. “Let me tell you something about this boyfriend of yours,” I murmured, my tone sharp. “He’s nothing more than a dickhead. You’re here today, he’ll bring another girl tomorrow, so don’t be proud of yourself, you’re just here for today,” I added, my gaze locking onto hers as anger flickered across her face. “I thought you left,” my brother’s voice echoed as he stepped into the kitchen, his presence immediately shifting the tension in the room. He wore nothing but a pair of long black trousers, his dark eyes fixed on me, his hair falling slightly across his face.

“Touching yourself in that pretty little bed… thinking of your stepbrother.” A whimper escaped my lips. He pulled his fingers out. Slapped my ass hard. I gasped. “Say it.” “What?” “Say what I am to you.” “My… stepbrother,” I whispered. He smacked me again. “Louder.” “My stepbrother!” “Say what you want.” “I want you,” I moaned. “Please…” “Please what?” “Please use me.” He groaned. Then his hands grabbed my hips. I felt him—hard, hot, thick—pressing at my entrance.