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Levi, who wanted to take everything from his brother and had chosen me as his weapon. Nate, who’d claimed my body but wouldn’t give me his heart. Who’d touched me like I was his entire world and then walked away like I was nothing. I’d gone from being overlooked to being an obsession. Be careful what you wish for, my mother used to say. I curled into a ball on Nate’s sheets, surrounded by the smell of sex and cedar and smoke, and cried myself to sleep. Because I was caught between two brothers. And because wanting them both might get me killed.

“Do you want to embarrass me? What if my twin brother shows up with a stunning woman, and I’m alone at the anniversary? Don’t you think people will talk?” Still, I said nothing. And that silence said everything. His brother again. Of course. That unspoken rivalry. That explained the sudden gym obsession, the protein shakes, the late-night workout videos he’d been sending me unsolicited. I’d thought he was trying to better himself for us. Now I saw it differently, he was competing. What I needed was change. What he offered was guilt wrapped in favours I never asked for. “I’ll pick your brother up,” I said at last, “but on one condition, you’re not coming with me.”

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

“That night never should have happened. I was drunk, broken. And—” “You finally let yourself have what you’ve wanted for ten years,” he cut in, voice dropping low. “Except you had the wrong brother.” I froze. Wrong… brother? He took another step closer. “Now, little mate… shall we talk about Sebastian? Or would you rather talk about what happened between us two nights ago? How you moaned my name while you came apart underneath me?” My hands curled into fists and cheeks flushed a deep, mortified red in shame. “Shut up,” I scolded harshly, as I glanced around quickly, noticing the curious stares from passing travelers.

His touch was electric, sending a shiver down her spine. "But I can't stop thinking about you. I tried. Last night, after I left… but I couldn't stay away.” Sophia shook her head, pulling back slightly, her mind spinning with confusion. "You're my Stepbrother, Julian. We can't…" Her voice broke, and she swallowed hard. "This is wrong. So, so wrong." "I know it is." He said, his voice strained with the conflict that raged inside him. "But that doesn't change how I feel."

Wet‚ filthy sounds filled the tiny metal box‚ his fingers pumping in and out of me‚ slick and obscene‚ mixed with my shameless moans bouncing off the steel walls. His free hand squeezed my exposed breast hard‚ his thumb dragging rough circles over my nipple while his mouth brushed my ear. "Does your brother know‚" he murmured‚ his voice low and wrecked‚ "that his worst enemy has his fingers buried inside his little sister's dripping wet pussy right now?" A broken whimper escaped me. My walls clenched so tight around his fingers that he groaned against my neck. "No‚" I gasped‚ grinding down on his hand. "He can never know — oh God — he can never find out—"

“Why would you do that for me? He's your brother ,isn't he?” He didn’t answer immediately. He dragged a thumb over the back of my hand,drawing circles on my skin.“ Correction , he was.” I knew there was more to it. The tension that spewed between them was ancient.“And? What's in it for you?” He phrased.“ I simply want you to rise to the top again. And I want to be the man standing beside you when you do.” My chest throbbed,his words were refusing to make sense in my ears.“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Not even a ‘nice to meet you, big bro?’” “You’re not. My. Brother,” I snarled, and was just about to walk past him when he grabbed my hand, faster than I could even blink, pinning me to the wall and pressing his body against me. “You’re being rude,” he muttered, leaning down and pressing his nose to my neck. He inhaled deeply and then he shivered, groaning deep in his throat. “God, your scent…” I struggled against him, disgusted and—despite myself—turned on. His body was hard. Hot. Hotter than what should’ve been humanly possible. And, unmistakably, a very specific part of him was getting hard.

Forbidden things are so sinful and that makes them sweeter than legitimate ones and that's what I was chasing. “Tell me, my sinful sister in law, how about trying it with me?" He asked and instead of answering, I started undoing the fasteners on his sweatpants and he moved away as he smiled and then bent again and within no time, he started sucking on my clit. One moment, he would suck on it and then another, he would fuck me with his tongue and it was heavenly. I held his head as I guided him and I was getting used to the feeling and I knew that I shouldn't because Roman was my brother in law and this was forbidden.

“I’ll call my brother. He’s out anyway, he can come pick me up.” “Liam, stop, just talk to me—” Carter stood up, taking a step toward me, his hands reaching out. “I’m calling Marcus, Carter,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, deadly serious. I couldn't stay in this room with him. I couldn't look at the bed, or the wall, or his mouth. I couldn’t admit that despite myself I was still checking him out in those gray sweatpants. I dialed my brother's number, pressing the phone to my ear as I turned my back to Carter, pretending to look out the window at the storm.