Novel & Cerita Choosing Between My Hot Stepbrother Or His Rival My Bestfriend

Should prepare myself for this new reality. Instead, I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Jules. SOS. Send help. Send wine. Send an escape plan. Her response was immediate: That bad? Worse. I'm living with Satan in a Suit. The hot stepbrother? I groaned. Don't call him that. You said he was hot. I said he was objectively attractive. There's a difference. I hate him. Sure you do. Send pics of the mansion. I want to see how the other half lives.

“Of you? No.” “Good.” “I just think it would be weird.” “Why?” I shrugged. “You’re Daniel’s brother.” He smiled at that. Slow. Thoughtful. Teasing. “So that makes me what to you?” I hesitated. “A brother,” I said. The word felt strange in my mouth. He hummed, eyes glinting. “Then it shouldn’t matter.” I opened my mouth to respond and instead muttered, “A brother that hot?” The silence that followed was loud.

When my mom remarried and I got a new stepbrother, I thought I would hate him but instead he became my best friend and everything I ever wanted. But things started going the wrong way when I walked in on him, watching gay p**n and jerking off. My brother was gay? And worse, my cock jerked at the sight of him. ******

Six months since she'd looked at me and said, "This is Julian. He's going to be your new father." Not stepfather. Father. Like I was supposed to forget the man who'd actually raised me. But I hadn't thought about my real dad in weeks. Instead, I thought about him. Julian. His hands. The way he'd brush past me in the hallway and leave heat on my skin like a brand. And I thought about Oliver. His son. My new stepbrother. The one who'd looked at me at the wedding reception like he wanted to devour me whole. The car disappeared over the hill. I was alone.

I found myself replaying what I saw in Levi's room over and over again, before I knew what I was doing I was already using my fingers while pretending it was his cock inside me. Maybe I should have asked to join, our parents aren't married yet so it wouldn't have been anything. I imagined myself in that girl's position, his hands palming my breast, the belt around my neck. I pressed my face on my pillow crying out as I reached my orgasm, sweat coated my skin with my chest heaving as I panted catching my breath. This is insane, why did my stepbrother have to be a hot bad boy? He isn't even making it easy for me, I would have preferred he hates me. I don't want him to be a pervert with a dirty

“Hot enough for a fling?” “How old is he?” Taylor asks instead. She’s more logical than the two wild urchins I have as my best friends. I shrug. “Is he hot enough for a fling?” There goes the logic. We resume the walk to my class. “I’m not having a fling with my brother.” “Stepbrother,” Rose corrects. “Yeah,” Taylor adds. “You can have a fling with your stepbrother since you’re basically not related. Think of it as two familiar strangers having fun.”

She choked out this piece of information with a shaky voice. I shook my head, refusing to accept this stale news. Brayson was my step brother and for as long as I could remember, we had been in a heated competition on who would take over Bel Air Companies. Not only was he conniving, he was also a sly brat who knew how to utilize situations to his advantage. As far as I was concerned, Brayson was not a competition and once I had a one on one conversation with my father, I knew I would get my position back on a platter.

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.

she paused, pointing towards Aldrich before she continued “...... someone that is supposed to be your step brother!” I took my gaze to the floor, unable to answer. I'm as much as she was angry and hurt, she was right. Aldrich is supposed to be my stepbrother and I shouldn't have gotten involved with him. But his touches and the way my body responds effortlessly to his. If I was alone, I would have slapped myself for the thoughts that were running through my head in this situation. Aldrich have messed up with not only my head, bug my entire body system.

Of course, I was eating, pretending to bury my entire attention on the rush before me, but my mind was with her, it yearned for her and I was checking her out from the corner of my eyes. “Him,” I heard her voice, and lifted my gaze then caught with her, and Jac alongside my dad who were staring in my direction. “I usually saw him in my dreams and not you,” she said, and an inexplicable glee overwhelmed me. Goddess! I’m tempted to flash my boisterous look at Jac, but bite on my lower lip. “Who is he?” “Him?” I could hear Jac repeating his words, stammering. “He’s your stepbrother and Jac is your,” my father paused, searching for words to say. “Best friend.”