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

My skin still burned where he had touched me, his fingers leaving an invisible mark, a trail of fire that refused to fade. I forced myself to breathe, to think, and somehow managed to whisper— "We can’t do this." The words felt like splinters on my tongue. Ethan stiffened. His brows furrowed, his hands twitching at his sides as if restraining himself from reaching for me again. He clenched his jaw so hard I swore I heard his teeth grind together "Why?" he growled, his voice was low. Because you're my stepbrother! Because you're a beast!

Yet my cock twitched again at the memory of his mouth, his growl, his cum down my throat. I stood there alone in the kitchen for a minute, staring at the counter where he’d lifted me. The marble still felt cool under my palms. Shame washed over me, mixed with something darker and addictive. This was my stepbrother now. My mom’s husband’s son. And I had just let him, begged him, almost to use my mouth while they walked in the door.

“Feel that? Your cock’s starting to fill out already. Rubbing against my hand like it wants this. Don’t lie to me, little brother. Your body’s responding even while you’re telling me to stop.” “Get your hands off me,” I snapped, but my voice came out breathy and the words didn’t land as strong as I wanted. My nipple throbbed under his fingers and he kept twisting it, rolling it, making little sparks of unwanted heat lick down my spine. His palm kept working my cock over the sweats, and I could feel myself thickening despite every part of my brain screaming that this was fucked up. My stepbrother. My stepbrother’s hand on my dick. The thought made my stomach flip but my cock kept responding,

My breath caught. “Handle it?” I shot back, stepping closer so my tits nearly brushed his arm. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Marching in like you own me too. News flash, stepbrother, I’m not one of your recruits to break. Touch my stuff and I’ll make your life hell right back.” His eyes darkened, jaw clenching. For a second, I thought he might snap and pin me right there against the counter in front of everyone. My nipples tightened even more, begging for his fingers. Instead, he just stared, breathing heavier, his gaze burning down my body.

Henric said to her, "Can't we be separated from the hotel?" The little girl was unhappy and pouted, "My brother hates it." Henric shook his head, as if he had no idea what to do with her. "Mommy, look at my brother bullying me." Stephanie ran to the bathroom, lying on Stacy's back and holding her neck to complain. Stacy rubbed her face and deliberately asked, "Why did he bully you? Did he beat you or pinch you?" Stephanie was speechless. "..." She cocked her head and thought for a long time. "He hit me."

Then, he turned to face the boys, his gaze hardening once more. “Did you truly bully her?” he asked. Randy scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as if the question offended him. “Bullying is a strong word,” he sighed. “We barely even talk to her.” Carl nodded in agreement. “She is clearly not in our league, dad." I felt my stomach twist at their words, and memories of whispered insults, mocking laughter, and humiliating moments in class flashed through my mind. I wanted to scream and list every single thing they had done to me, but before I could speak, Alpha Nicholas did it for me in his own way.

I felt his hands around my waist, breath fanning on my lips and then—he kissed me. Lucas Hale, my bully,my stepbrother kissed me. It was soft at first, slow…intoxicating. I liked it…maybe loved, it was as if my body was on fire, and I needed more. My hands wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss, while he pushed me gently until my ass was strandling again the counter Fuck. Why did this feel so good? His hand reached underneath my tank top, cupping my breasts, when a door cracked open.

I said boldly and the next thing I felt was his punch landing on my face. Did this old man just punch me? “You ruined her life! Do you know that she's even your step sister? Do you know those you're hurting because of your selfish love?” Dad yelled at me and I felt humiliated. “She isn't my step sister anymore! Stop addressing her that way! You and mum aren't even together again!” I replied.

"I was doing LAUNDRY. All my underwear was IN THE WASH." "So you've just been walking around the house with no panties under these little shorts?" His hand traces down my bare ass, following the curve from the small of my back to where my cheeks meet my thighs. "Your bare pussy rubbing against that thin cotton every time you moved? That's slutty, Cleo. Real slutty." "It's not—I wasn't—STOP TOUCHING ME." "Make me." I can't. We both know I can't. I'm stuck, helpless, my bare ass and pussy on display for my stepbrother, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.