Romans & histoires Bullied By My Stepbrother: Claimed By His Touch

I haven’t seen my stepbrother since I walked out on him yesterday. It felt good to use his exact words against him, to watch his face pale and his hands fall. Everyone thinks they are tough till they are at the receiving end. Stepbrother dearest didn’t look as pleased as he did when he told me to keep my hands to myself. I can do that. I will do that for as long as he wants. Two can play this game he started. Who wants to touch his handsome face or soft lips or firm arms anyway? Definitely not me.

I finally protested, struggling to fight the urges rising inside me. "You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. What will our parents say if they find out that you had sex with your own stepsister?" "That's if they find out," He said with seriousness buried in his eyes, finally grabbing my boob. I moaned embarrassingly at his grip, feeling his hand squeezing and playing with my nipple. My body began trembling at the way he played with my nipple. His touch was something out of this world. I could feel my nipples getting hard.

He comes closer until his breath is fanning my face and whispers, "you are now ours to watch. Don't forget that, little, little bird." Normally, I am used to people bullying me right from childhood, but I fight back. That is why I have so many scars, as a result of being beaten by the bigger wolves back in my pack, especially, Vanessa and her bunch of stupid friends. But for the first time, as my step-brothers threaten me, my tongue is tied, and to my greatest shame, I feel hot. Inside my body is growing too warm and down my legs, my virgin pussy becomes wet.

“Yeah. I remember. Still feels surreal hearing you say it.” “Why? Because I used to call you an overbearing asshole stepbrother?” He smirked. “Exactly that. Now you’re screaming my name every night.” I felt that in a flush of heat up my neck. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it back to the motel.”

Turning my head slightly, I flicked my middle finger at her. **************************************** As I walked back home, my mind raced with thoughts on how I could avoid this mess. Having a probe was too much of a big deal for a scholarship student. If I wasn't careful, I could be expelled. “They just had to rope me into their stupid pranks!” Pain shot up my legs, making me double over as I dashed my feet against a stone. “Fuck!” I gritted my teeth, and limped the rest of the way home. The area was eerily quiet.

Clara I never thought my biggest humiliation would happen twice in one day first from my high school bully then the guy I hated so much on campus. “You should have kicked his ass. I just hate his gut” I voiced out to my 6 foot 4 inch step brother who towered over me and he did that which I hate so much. It makes me feel five and smaller but I don't mind anything to make him touch me. That is the least I could get at least for now.

My laptop is now closed. I scream and remove my fingers inside my pussy as my step brother comes into view. The fuck! How is he in my room?! He's supposed to be in Canada, far away. This isn't real, it can't be real. I squeeze my eyes tight, thinking but not hoping he will disappear. My eyes open, and I still see him. He's real. I almost slapped myself from being excited and not feeling embarrassed that he saw me touching myself. My step brother — Aaron, starts rubbing his cock through his jeans, and I suck air between my teeth as my body gets more excited. My pussy gets more wet on seeing the bulge in his jeans growing.

Stepping out of my closet like bedroom I pray that my family has already gone to the alpha's house to help with the preparations, I really don't want to meet any of them. "Just where do you think you're going bitch". an angry annoying voice shouts, I look up to see my stepbrother looking at me with disdain. "um..... I just wanted to get so-so-me work done". hating my stutter, no matter what I'm still terrified of them. he laughs at my stutter and pulls my hair, dragging so hard that I have to reach out and grab his hands so he doesn't pull out my hair. tears stinging my eyes I hate that I'm so weak .

I think I just pissed him off. My new stepbrother seems to be the one with the bad temper. He reaches out and snatches my hair in his hands and jerks me again his body, he brings his face close to my neck and sticks out his tongue slowly licking down the side of my neck making my body shiver with disgust.

“No bra. No panties. Just like I told you.” My breathing ragged. He gave my nipple one last firm squeeze before pulling his hand out. I turned sharply, eyes wide at what he just did. He was my stepbrother and I let him touch me in places no one had ever touched me. My brain caught up and my hands impulsively swept across his face. What was I thinking letting him touch me like that? He touched his cheek, that wicked smirk forming on his lips, he was barely moved by my slap. “Look at you.” he said, his voice low and mocking.