Bullied By My Stepbrother: Claimed By His Touch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He kept on licking and nibbling my clit, until he sucked it and that was it for me. "I'm going to... Oh God! I'm going to cum!" I moaned out loud. "Cum for me," he growled, biting the flesh. I saw white as he took me to paradise, and… “ Down to earth young Lady!" A voice whispered into my ears, jolting me awake. My eyes collided with Valeria's smirking one and only then did the realization hit. “ Fuck! How embarrassing!" I cursed inwardly. " Really Mia? Thinking about fucking that asshole of a brother?” Valeria mocked, rolling her eyes at me.

What was even more embarrassing was the fact that he walked in to meet my pillow still in my mouth. Wrong Timing Bro! What does he want anyways?? What is he doing here? Is he here to repeat what he said last night? I could literally just scream out in response and go lock myself in the bathroom. And I seriously don't care how weird it may seem. A girl is allowed to freak out... Especially if her mother's new husband's son just might've said the L word to her. I still think step brother is an easier way to address him but I'm not ready for that discussion yet.

Every inch of her skin felt too aware of him, the cruel stepbrother who had spent years making her life miserable with sharp words and mocking smirks. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Elara's body refused to relax. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother's vacant stare and the blood soaking the sheets. A sob caught in her throat. She bit down hard on her lip to keep it inside, but her shoulders started shaking anyway.

“You made me feel embarrassed and I'm sure your brother felt bad too!” “Stepbrother,” He corrected. “You think I would have that monster as my real brother!”

“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…”

"Brian...please." He started rubbing my clit slowly, torturously slow. My body shoom, I didn't even care that anyone could walk by anyoment and see us. Well, it wouldn't be a big deal on his part, but mine? I was a mess and a "nerd" this would just make the bullying worse because he was my step-brother. "You..." I panted. "Are..." What was this man doing to me? I thought to myself. His rubbing became faster.

He spoke to his sons like they were in the barracks rather than at home and they were his newly recruited men whom he had to drill the codes of the army into. I loved that. That was something I could use to my advantage. I knew from experience that making threats didn't work on the triplets but I hoped I could get them off my back if I threatened to report them to their dad. I had found another weapon asides from the one that I already had, and I was all too happy to use it. I had a smile on my face for the first time since I had found out that the bullies from my past were my step-brothers as I went out for breakfast. I was already salivating on what the breakfast would taste like.

"I go where I want in this house. And right now, I want to look at my stepsister’s body." My pussy clenched hard. I could feel myself getting wet under the towel. This was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. He bullied me every single day, hiding my books, calling me names in front of his friends, making me cry… and yet my body betrayed me every time he was near. "Zane, please…" My voice came out breathy instead of firm. He pushed off the door and stalked toward me slowly, like a predator. I backed up until my back hit the wall. He stopped just inches away, towering over me. The heat of his body made my nipples harden painfully against the towel.

"I'm his sister." She didn't even hear me. The hanger came down across the back of my hand. That one was the worst. I looked down. My fingers were already swelling. I couldn't bend them. When she'd had enough, she still wasn't satisfied. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head into the full-length fitting mirror. The first time, my vision went black. The second, the mirror cracked, glass webbing out from the impact. The third, shards caught my temple and cheek. Blood started running down, hot.

He would say to me every time I came back from school bruised because of the endless bullying. But one time, I retaliated and ended up wounding Maggie. I could still remember the smile he had on me as he ran his palm over my head. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly as tears stung the back of my eyes before drifting apart to look at the space ahead of me. The chilly breeze hit me gently on the face and sent me to gnash my teeth a little. I was hella freezing, but I still wasn’t willing to go in and then come out. That would feel so weird.