Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

His eyes searched my face, reading the space between my words, reading what I was not saying. "Is there someone else?" he asked. I held his gaze. "There cannot be." It was the truth, the truth he deserved to hear. There could not be someone else, not because I did not feel it. Not because I did not want it but ecause the someone else was not mine to want, was not mine to have, was my sister's husband and my Alpha and the man who had banished me from everything I had ever known. Marcus looked at me for a long time after I said it. His thumbs moved against my knuckles. His face was tired, sad, but not angry. He had never been angry. That was not who he was.

No wrong when you moan his name while your lips wrap around his cock, sucking him like the filthy little sister you secretly are. Wasn’t that sick and pathetic? To cross the line of familial love into something so depraved? To crave your own brother’s cock more than air itself? To lie here fantasizing about him stretching you open, ruining you, claiming every hole while Mom and Dad thought we were just siblings bonding on a family trip? “Fuck!” I moaned out, pinching both my nipples harder, rolling them between my fingers as Damon went faster with his fingers. He drew out more wetness from my pussy, making me gush like a damn faucet, my juices soaking his hand and the sleeping bag beneath me

“Say, you will do anything that big brother will tell you, right?” He asks the same question that his big brother told him long ago. Just like how his big brother felt back then, his heart is slowly being filled with the sin that he could no longer escape from. “Everything that this big brother of yours wanted.” More than the pure glee of basking in the light and goodness. He is having the dread and thrill to satisfy himself and his wants. Twisted and slowly drowning in his twisted insanity, he reaches his hand inviting the unknown prey. “I will and always, forever will be, big brother.”

I have three step brothers and I want all of them to fuck me! It’s bad, I know. Dirty and shameful. But what can I say? My brothers could melt chocolate on their tightly muscled abs and I’d developed a raging sweet tooth. Older than me by a handful of years, they’d been playing center stage in my deepest, darkest fantasies since the moment I realized I could spark off something amazing by fingering myself beneath the covers at night.

“I have noticed this little connection no not connection but I’ve seen the weirdness between you both, my brother watches you the way he does his prey and it doesn’t sit right with me. I’ve also seen you stealing glances at him and-” “No.” She protests. “Look I just want to warn you about my brother, Adrian is damaged Camilla not the good kind.” “We’re all damaged some more than others.” I shake my head at her, I guess I have to go all the way with this. “Adrian is the definition of damage. You look it up on G****e. It will bring you to him. He’s my brother and I love him but I have to be honest with you, Adrian is the devil not just because they call him that he really is. He is not like ot

The warriors throw out encouragement as I try to calm the raging sickness in my stomach. Flashes of my baby brother's life play in my mind as we begin to circle on another. Him learning to walk. Him following Hilda and I around everywhere. Him crying when we pushed him down or excluded him just to be mean. The first time father backhanded him and called him a runt. My baby brother. My sick, twisted, emotionally stunted brother. Was how he turned out somewhat on us??????? Oh Kraven. His lunge breaks me out of my trance and we engage. This is for Silver Tail. "Sacrifices must be made," is the last thought I have before I let my animal take over.

Oh wow… In the hundreds of years since I’d been born, since Absinthe and I had decided nothing would come between us, as brothers… something had come between us… and that something was human, with a delicious ass and fire in her veins. “Wow… she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn’t she?” “Tell me you’re not the same.” Came my brother’s quick reply and I frowned, lifting my head and stared out into the desert. He was right… Marley had us both under her spell. She was intoxicating and we would both do anything to make her happy, even if that meant turning against each other. “Please Rhayden. Brother. Come back, and let her do what she needs to do, or we’re both going to lose her.

"You think that placing images of my brother fucking you would stop images of me fucking you from entering my mind." A rush of air moved across my neck as she sucked in a breath, and I inched forward. "That's right, little pet. My mind is filled with images of me fucking you right now. And let me assure you, knowing that my brother fucked you does not stop my cock from getting hard when I look at you bound by chains with your tits hanging out. But let me ask you this, lila. Did he fuck you like you wanted to be fucked? Did my brother feed your deepest...darkest...most forbidden desires?" The only sound was that of her heavy breathing, her hot breath coating my skin. With a quick sideway glan

“How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?” He scoffed– “Yes he is my brother– but I do not condone disrespect and—” “Is this what you are doing now, trying to taint my husband all black so I can fall back into your arms?” I blurted. “I never said such– But if that's the case, A man never snitches. But I guess you do see the signs– so why fight it?” I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression still. “Do you really think everything revolves around your ego?”

IVANA'S POV This was so wrong. Very wrong in all aspects, but why did I want more? Why did I crave for more? Why did I want Ruslan to pin me against the wall and fuck me senselessly? We don't share the same blood, but still, we are siblings by marriage. Me, Ruslan and Lara. We are siblings by marriage, but why do I want my step-brother to fuck me like a whore? Like a slut who after being fucked, would be paid for her service?