Romans & histoires Craving The Wrong Brother

It’s hurtful finally realizing how much I have endured over the years because I wanted him to love me like he did with Isabella and respect me too but he didn’t and I’m once again the little sister who had a crush on her older brother. I shuddered as it felt so forbidden and enthralling at the same time.

I take a sip of wine. “You’re very arrogant.” “I’m very observant.” Dinner arrives. Delicate seafood. Perfectly prepared dishes. But I barely notice the food. Because Ethan’s attention never leaves me. Finally I sigh. “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re trying to figure me out.” “I am.” “Well stop.” He laughs quietly. “That’s not going to happen.” For a moment we sit in silence again. Then Ethan says something unexpected. “My brother likes you.”

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.

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Mikhail never called to check up on him after he left, that night, even when he knew that Nathan was terrified of his older brother. It was the cruelest reality check. Elena now came first. Soon, they would get married, have kids and he'd be a reject. A bitter smile crossed his lips, as resentment crept into his emotions. The Ivanov brothers both rejected him. It wasn't like he had an ounce of affection for Valentino, but it still hurt to be neither the first or second choice, but never considered. He flipped to his side, eyes darting around the little homemade photocards of Mikhail he had kept over the years.

The kind of fire that consumes. Craving the man I never should. Max, my supposed brother. Max's parents adopted me as a child and ever since I've been a part of their family. He practically calls me little sister but all I ever want to do is fuck him silly. Fuck him till I'm unable to move. I've secretly had a crush on Max since I was 12 and now, I'm 18 and he's 20. Can't recall the number of times I fell asleep thinking what it'll be like to have him fuck me so raw and hard till I cry for help out of pleasure. Is it right to want to fuck him? He's supposed to be my brother. Our parents (his parents) picked me up from the dump side as a child and taken care of me as theirs. I've always had a

“God, Frankie, I want you so badly. Do it… please. Suck my pussy until I come.” And he gave me exactly what I wanted. He licked my clit once before sucking it into his mouth. “You taste so good. Sweet and all mine.” I moaned, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. There was no confusion about what I was doing. I didn’t care what anyone thought, didn’t care what society or our family would say about me fucking my brother. We were both twisted, and it was perfect. “Tell your big brother's best friend what I want to hear, Saffa baby. If you’re my good girl, I’ll give you anything you want.”

My brother kept silent for another minute before piping up in a much calmer tone, "You might not remember this, but I used to have a crush on a friend of mine when I was barely eight years old. She was a member of our former pack. We played together almost every day. And after we left the pack, I lost contact with her. But I never stopped thinking about her. I found her years later, but she already had a boyfriend." "Wait a damn minute!" I sputtered, flipping my hand. "Don't tell me the girl you had a crush on is Winter?" Alaric turned to me and gave a slight nod. Oh, great! Just great! It turned out that both my brother and the guy that I wanted were obsessed with the same girl. Fucking hel

~Ace~ “Really, Ace. You've barely started with the hockey team and look at you, a suspension already?” My father barks through the phone, his voice tight with that familiar mix of anger and disappointment. “He deserved it,” I scoff, the memory flashing back instantly. ‘Maybe you can take this to your dead brother, Blackwood.’ That bastard's words rang in my head as I made my drink order. Fuck him. Fuck Kingsford. Fuck my father and his constant lectures. I've known Kade Salvatore was a prick long before I joined the team. I make it a point to read the profiles of all my potential teammates; it’s a habit. I like to know who I’m dealing with.

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: