Choosing Between My Hot Stepbrother Or His Rival My Bestfriend Novels & Stories

Which means Whatever I've been trying to convince myself about - that I'm just annoyed by him, that he's just an inconvenience, that my reactions are normal stepbrother rivalry - it's all complete bullshit. I'm attracted to my stepbrother. Not just physically, though that's definitely a major part of it. But I'm attracted to everything about him - his determination on the ice, his fierce loyalty to his mom, the way he refuses to back down even when I'm being a complete asshole to him. Everything. And that's a problem I have absolutely no idea how to solve.

’’ At first she just stared at me, and I thought she was judging me. ‘’Honestly, I’m not judging you. I’m… I kind of went through something similar with my best friend, first it was an innocent kiss then we did something, and we liked it. Her parents found out and they sent her away, now she is married with a child on the way.’’ I was speechless at that. ‘’So, this stepbrother, is he and the girl married?’’ ‘’No, just his girlfriend.’’ ‘’Do they plan on getting married?’’

“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…”

“I was cruel.” The Liam who stood in front of me was a different person from whom I was familiar with. And it was surprising to me. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, holding my plate tightly. “Because I don't want us fighting. We are step-siblings now, so we have no other option than to cooperate and be at peace with each other.” His words sounded awkward in my ears. And from the way his body language came off, I knew his words didn't also seem usual to him.

“Oh, don't tell me you're mad that Ella chose me—” “Ella is my girlfriend. You have no right to steal her from me. She's mine.” He interrupted me and I could see the painful look in his eyes as he clenched his jaw. “Was,” I muttered with a sarcastic smile. “She was your girlfriend. But now she's mine. She chose me over your stupid ass. Too bad, so sad, stepbrother.” “You fucker…” Stephen spat as he approached me again, but I suddenly held a hand out, stopping him from coming any closer, and he looked at me in confusion.

Lucius asked, arms crossed, his dark eyes boring into me with an intensity I would have welcomed anytime if he wasn’t asking me about another guy. “Oh, um, it’s kind of weird but It’s Adrian actually,” I admit, hating myself for having to admit my own step-brother is my mate. “Adrian?” Lucius asked, surprised. Clearly he didn’t see that coming either. “Yeah, and I am so against it,” I admitted, I can’t help but just spill everything because for the first time in days I have someone I can talk to about this mess. “I don’t want to be mates with him, he’s my step brother for god sakes,” I said, letting everything out, “I just wanted us all to get along and, you know, be a family.”

I couldn’t move a limb even if I tried. “I won the bet,” he announces, not a trace of sarcasm or the usual smugness I’d expected in his eyes. “You’re mine now, little sister.” Shit. That sounds so fucking hot. I don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud until Caleb lifts both brows, raking his fingers through his hair. “Yeah? You like the idea of being owned by your brother?” “Stepbrother,” I correct him, even as my stomach flutters at the wrongness of it. It’s a reminder that we shouldn’t be this. That we shouldn’t be feeling anything for each other, much less acting on it.

“What?” “And what if you don’t?” “I will do anything,” I replied sharply. A satisfying smirk appeared on his lips yet again, and I scoffed. I went back to my room to pack things up. Of course, what was I expecting? Achilles was a good person—but the worst step brother anyone could ask for. He was so devilishly handsome and his features were perfect. And having him as my stepbrother? Not good. Things were worse because now that we were ‘siblings’, there was a competition. A competition I couldn’t and didn’t want to win.

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

Their eyes moved to me. “What?” They all laughed. “Can’t you see it,” Artie said. “You’re perfect to get Theo.” I shook my head. Theo the Portuguese didn’t cut it for me. “I’ll pass.” I said. Thea snorted. “You always say that. Are you on a nun thingy we don’t know about?” “It’s not that. I just. I don’t know.” I said feeling conflicted. I knew. I was waiting for my super hot stepbrother to find me so we could have hot passionate forbidden sex.