Bullied By My Stepbrother: Claimed By His Touch Novels & Stories

Not even ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Stepbrother: Come to my room. Quiet. Now. My heart raced. I crept down the hallway. His door was cracked open. The second I slipped inside, he shut it, locked it, and pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed into mine in a hungry kiss while his hand shoved down the front of my sweatpants. Two thick fingers plunged straight into my soaked pussy. “Still full of my cum,” he whispered against my lips, pumping his fingers slowly. “Such a dirty girl. Walking around downstairs like a good little sister while your stepbrother’s load is leaking out of you.”

I would not let him see me break. Every day we crossed paths, this annoying stepbrother of mine always found a way to slice me apart. I'd tried so many times to walk away, to dodge the fight but he always pushed, always prodded until I snapped. He was a bully. He had been ordering the maids to ignore me, to be cruel to me. He made me feel like a ghost in this house, like I only belonged here because his father had married my Mom. Like this luxurious life was a handout I didn't earn. Well, to hell with their wealth. Fuck their money. I could make it on my own, pay for my own studies without a single cent from his Dad.

Then their hand brushed my hair away from my neck to the other side before planting a deep kiss on my open skin, causing electric jolts to run through my body. “You like that, don’t you?” He teased and before I could recover, his mouth swallowed the whole of the lower part of my ear, which he knew was my weak point. I couldn’t help but moan his name, “Noah…” Noah, my stepbrother, was always teasing me like this around the house without our parents knowing. Noah and I used to attend the same school back before our parents got married, and as you would have guessed, I was constantly getting bullied by everyone in school.

Three seconds later, Zakari’s words banish my fantasies into the deepest pit of hell. “I knew you were a whore just like your mother. We’re practically step-siblings, but you’re so eager to let me have a taste.” His voice is no longer soft… or buttery. It’s harsh. And cold, and laced with so much hate. My eyes snap open. Bile rises in my throat. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.” I snarl, teeth clenched. I push away, but he doesn’t let me go far. He grabs my left hand, imprisoning it against his chest.

“Good girl. You heard her. Escalate. Make my little sister scream for her big brother.” The next wave hit harder. The tattooed man from earlier returned with a paddle. “Time to warm that ass properly.” The first crack landed on my exposed cheek—loud, stinging, sending fire across my skin. He didn’t stop. Harder. Faster. Alternating sides until my ass burned bright red and I was sobbing with need. Each impact jolted my clit, making more slick gush out. Fuck, everyone can see how wet my stepbrother makes me. I’m leaking like a desperate cunt in front of strangers because he owns me.

My eyes widened as I moved quickly, dodging from his attack then I pushed him backwards, landing a solid punch on his face. At this point, I don't fucking care if he was my father, he has no right to threaten me or my mate, his own fucking step-daughter! My Dad grunted, then he placed his fingers on his nose, feeling the red liquid coming out his nostrils. “HOW DARE YOU!” He yelled as his fingers grew into sharp claws. The same claws he used on my mate. Determination to break it off his fucking finger coursed through my veins. The same pain he made my mate go through, I make sure he feels it too.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

she said in a motherly way and offered me a smile. Nodding my head I told her that I would. “I did something that I'm not proud of,” I stated bluntly and she laughed. “You had sex with both of your step-brothers?!” Shaking my head I told her it was much worse. Her eyes narrowed as she told me to spill it. “I um, I killed a guy that was trying to force himself onto me and it's tormenting my soul. I liked him but he turned out to be a major douche,” I said in hesitation.

I could see the fear in those eyes. "Just leave me alone." "Why?" I challenged, walking closer. My voice was low and deadly. "Are you scared, stepbrother?" "I'm not scared of you," he lied. I could see his hands shaking already, he was such a bad liar. "Is that so?" I sneered, raising an eyebrow. I trapped him against the sink, my eyes locked on him and placing my hands on his side. The air was thick with tension as I smelled him. The scent was just too sweet and drove me crazy.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"