Best Stepbrother Romance Books Novels & Stories

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, but I was a better actor than I thought. "What do you read?" "Um," I frowned, thinking quickly. "I'm in the mid-dle of a book called Christine right now. I circle different authors, and when I find ones I like, I go through the backlist, but not all at once, and I'm back on Stephen King for now. After that one, I'll read Carrie and The Shining, then find something else to read."

After our parents died three years ago, it was just me and my stepbrother left. He took care of me, and we shared more than what siblings were supposed to share. He always reminded me that we didn’t share the same blood and that I could moan his name while he spanked my ass. I tried to brush off his words, but deep down, I knew I had feelings for him. I mean… who wouldn’t? “I told you, Kiara, if you spread your legs open for me, I won’t bring another girl into our house,” he murmured, his voice low.

To see us as brothers and sisters but the harder in the future they become. All of my good girl moral vanishes when it comes to my stepbrother, Ryder Saint. When it comes to him my thoughts were more than just the girlish fantasies of an inexperienced women were downright sinful. I cannot simply stop myself from wanting to have him. I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

Was this real? Could it be true… that my stepbrother and I were fated mates?

I cursed discarding the thing to the floor and erupting from the couch, then walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle. “Bruh, what crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been absent-minded the entire time you've sat there.” Romeo asked walking to where I was and clamped my shoulder tightly, “Is everything alright? You’ve never been this distracted.” No. Not even a single thing is alright because that damn boy I have been working hard to get off my mind sprung back from wherever he disappeared to and guess what, he is my fuckin’ stepbrother. “I’m fine.” I snapped instead, then walked back to the couch and plopped myself.

It began with: Am I to blame? For years, my stepbrother has been starring in all my fantasies. He has always been caring despite his cold demeanor, and has been my rock through the good and the bad times. We have recently kissed, and now he’s asking me to become his lover. I don’t know what to think and have no one to confide in. Thoughts? Simone soon went to take a shower. And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns.

"Excuse me!" "We don't want to waste any time, trust me…" He grabbed my left leg, placed it around his waist, and wrapped his arm around me. He pulled down his trousers and his underpants. "And what are you doing, dear brother?" I asked, my brows raised. "Don't call me your brother, Alli," he gritted. "Sure," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "You're my stepbrother, blah, blah, blah." He growled, his darkened eyes narrowing. "I want to do dirty and wild things to you, but hearing that from you makes me want to do even more things to you. More dirtier things to you, little sister."

“I know it because I have it too.” The water comes in between our feet and pulls back and we stand there for a moment. “Can I ask you something?” she says. “Okay.” “Is it Cain?” “He’s my stepbrother,” I say, ny heart skipping a bit. Did she notice something? Was my jealousy that obvious? “I know.” Unhurried. Not pushing. “That’s not really what I asked.” “There’s nothing between me and Cain,” I say. The words come out level and practiced. “He’s family.”

ZANE I turned on the showers, dousing myself in cold water, my eyes closed shut, head resting against the tiles, willing my rock-hard dick to get the fucking memo and settle the fuck down. My insides felt like hot lava. I couldn’t get it out of my head—the way she looked at me with those stupidly brown eyes. Her little moans. How she felt around my fucking fingers. Fuck. Would she feel that tight when seated pretty on my dick? I parted my eyes suddenly, a low groan of complaint spilling free from my lips. Seriously? Now I just wanted to fuck her! That vile bitch with a ratty attitude? I wanted my dick in her? She’s my fucking step brother—Christ’s sake!

He slammed into her rapidly, the bedframe banging against the wall. "Fuck, Jeremy...” she moaned, completely breathless. “Right there, don’t stop.” “You love your stepbrother’s cock, don’t you.” “I do.” She groaned, drowning in his cock, and the way her pussy clamped tight around it. “You fucking whore.” He cursed, driving into her faster. "Breathe, baby." He grabbed her thighs, pushing them back until her knees were by her ears, opening her completely. “Look at you, cock-drunk for me,” he snarled. “Creaming all over your stepbrother’s cock.”