Black Step Siblings Novels & Stories

There was something endearing about his scattered focus, something genuine in a way I wasn’t used to. “I was just a kid when you were taken away from here,” he continued, his fingers still moving through the carpet fibers. “Our parents went together to hide you. Your mother and my father. They ended up getting together.” He paused, his amber eyes meeting mine. “My mother and your father were killed. I guess that makes us step-siblings.” The words hit me like a physical blow. Step-siblings. I had family, or close enough to it. Not that Anton wasn’t my brother in every sense, but this was different. And Mary … well, she ceased being my sister with her betrayal.

Adrian said and I widened my eyes dumbstruck. Nate chuckled "You are such a crazy motherfucker, Adrian, I'm insane but not to your level," Nate said and the others just shrugged " Besides I don't even know why they are taking this as seriously as they are, not that we are related by anyway," Adrian said. " Brother, even though they can ignore a stepbrother loving his stepsister, and even though they chose to sacrifice theirs as you said earlier, our case is different, it's 'Two' stepbrothers not one," Nate said and groaned as if wondering why people couldn't just understand.

Some also pointed at their father, Samuel Augustine Macaulay who is always seen is his woodshop, not caring about what his kids are doing is also to be blamed for their immoral act. Many parents are left wondering of what will become of their future and that of the innocent little one who is still on the way, what trauma will he be put in when he discovers that his parents are two siblings who shares the same blood? How will his age mate treat him in school? What kind of scornful future will he have? A lot of parents says that their hearts are already aching for the innocent one yet unborn who will have to suffer for his parents sin. What a tragedy."

, My Dad said. "Your credit card ", I asked sweetly. Usually my Dad would never give me but he knew I'd gotten him in a tight spot, he couldn't decline. He gave it to my and spoke death threats with his eyes and left. Then I turned to Jack. "I think I like you, a whole lot, but I don't know if I can keep this up when my Dad's in love with your mom, I mean what if they fall in love and decide to get married, I can't have thoughts of you fucking me to tears in my head if you're my step brother ".

“Yes. You two will have fun. Bond, okay? Love you.” Click. I stand there, heart in my throat. My stepbrother, Oh God. Fast forward. The frat house is chaos. Music thumps through the walls, the smell of beer and sweat clings to everything. Lights flashed red and gold, catching on crisp uniforms and rowdy laughter. I stand in the corner, muttering under my breath. “How the hell am I supposed to find my stepbrother? Everyone’s in uniform. I don’t even know what he looks like.”

The room I found them in was darker than the rest of the house, thicker with the smell of sex. That night, I found three bodies on the bed. One girl, moaning, and my stepbrothers—Val, Cassian, Xavier—fucking her in all her holes. I stood there with my mouth open. I couldn’t believe sex like that was…possible, until a hand shoved me the rest of the way in. Val’s eyes found me first, his cold and dominant eyes looking over me. He had this way of making you feel like nothing, while looking at you like you’re everything he’ll ever want.

Steven barked, his voice raising at me. I looked at him sternly, not believing we were born off the same mother, and Steven said, "You knew it all along that Thelma is my sister, Yet you still stept with her. Didn't you considered the fact that we are brothers?' Just get out of here, Mavin White, You are not welcomed here, So leave!"

"You'll call the pack council? Oh wait, they don't care about trash like you." She shoved my books from my arms. Papers scattered across the hallway floor as students stepped around them, around me. No one helped. No one ever helped. I knelt to gather my things, but Brittany's foot came down on my history essay. "Oops," she laughed. "Leave her alone." The voice was deep, commanding. Alpha voice. I looked up to see Stephen Blackwood standing at the end of the hallway, his three brothers flanked behind him like a wall of muscle and authority. The quintuplets, the future of our pack.

"...He looks dashing! Brother, he is a lot more handsome than that dirtbag of a dad!" "He's a dirtbag too," Hayden replied half-heartedly. "Otherwise, why would Mommy divorce such a man?" Layla snapped, "Brother, we are such unfortunate siblings! Our biological father was a dirtbag, and now the ex-stepfather is one too! The Fosters are all vicious!" Hayden shut his computer, held his sister's hand, climbed into bed, and said, "Time to sleep now." Avery sat by the Shea till five in the morning now.

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.