Bullied By My Stepbrother: Claimed By His Touch Mga Nobela at Kwento

Muize, my step-brother, cut in sharply. Of course. What did I expect from birds of a feather? They were best friends, after all. My chest heaved as I turned to face my step-brother instead, fighting the urge to smash their heads together. "I dare him to touch me one more time," I said through my teeth. "He will definitely lose an ear." I turned and walked back toward my room. "Not like you even have a wolf or a mate. Unattractive yet full of pride." He yelled after me.

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

He dared to laugh after saying a lewd monstrosity. “That’s incest.” I pointed out the obvious knowing damn well he wasn’t going to have it. “And?” “The boy is my stepbrother.” “Uh-huh. Stepbrother. Meaning you have all the right to hump him to your heart’s content.” He said and all I wanted at that moment was to give him a good smack. Before I could come up with words to answer him, a faint knock came from the door, and for some reason, I froze in my posture. One, it wasn’t my mom because the knock was rather too forceful than hers.

my stepmother said in a voice that sounded more like a whisper to her eldest son, Brody. I didn’t understand what they were saying, but the next thing I knew, I had successfully jumped over a trap, when my eldest stepbrother turned around and pushed me in the chest, making me fall back and get caught. I was hurled into the net trap which rose and hung in the air. I shook the net vigorously as tears welled up in my eyes. “Why are you doing this? Let me go!” I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks. They pretended as if they couldn’t hear me and hurried ahead of me.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

“It’s not that simple. This showcase could open doors for me after graduation. I can’t just blow it off because my stepbrother gets jealous.” The word *stepbrother* hung between us, filthy and sharp. He leaned in closer, breath warm against my ear. “Jealous? Princess, I’m way past jealous. I’m territorial as hell over what’s mine. And you’ve been mine since the second I walked through that door and saw you in those tiny sleep shorts.” I shivered despite the heat. His hand slid higher, under the hem of my shorts, teasing the edge of my panties. “Damien… we’re outside. The neighbors—”

I imagined his big hand wrapping around my neck again, forcing me to look at him while I played with myself. I took the head of it and pushed it inside my hole. I was so wet it slid in. I gasped, my eyes rolling back. I felt so full, so stretched. I started pumping it in and out, the vibration rattling my bones. I wanted him to be the one filling me. I wanted his actual body crushing the air out of my lungs just like he did on the desk. But then, a cold splash of reality hit me. He was my stepbrother.

"That’s bullshit." "It’s not! Our parents are married! You’re my stepbrother! Not just my best friend. I shouldn’t have kissed you to begin with!" I yell, my breathing heavy and my heart trembling from the words that leave my mouth. To my surprise, he chuckles. And he takes a step forward. This time, I don’t move back. I let him close the space between us and his harsh breath blows on my face as he speaks in a low, challenging voice. "Stepbrother? Is that who I am to you? Swear to me that’s who you see me as and I’ll take what you say. I won’t ever touch you again."

Like he was promising me everything would be okay even though we both knew it might not be. I cried until there were no tears left. Until my throat was raw and my eyes burned. When I finally pulled back I felt embarrassed. Exposed. I had just broken down completely in front of Nate Henderson. The boy who tormented me for weeks. The boy who was now my stepbrother. The boy who made my entire body come alive with just a look. "Sorry," I whispered. Tried to wipe my face. "I did not mean to fall apart like that." Nate reached up and tilted my chin. Forced me to look at him. His green eyes were intense. Burning with something that made my breath catch. "Do not apologize. You are allowed to feel ev

I had unintentionally created a mess for myself, and it didn’t feel like one that I was going to easily get out from. I was pregnant for my step brother! And just as I was about falling to the bed to digest everything that I had just discovered, another strong feeling hit me which got me running back to the bathroom. I was pregnant and it was not what I could deny anymore.