Falling For My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

my stepmother said in a voice that sounded more like a whisper to her eldest son, Brody. I didn’t understand what they were saying, but the next thing I knew, I had successfully jumped over a trap, when my eldest stepbrother turned around and pushed me in the chest, making me fall back and get caught. I was hurled into the net trap which rose and hung in the air. I shook the net vigorously as tears welled up in my eyes. “Why are you doing this? Let me go!” I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks. They pretended as if they couldn’t hear me and hurried ahead of me.

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

He helped me fix my clothes just in time before our parents came downstairs. As I left for college on shaky legs, feeling his cum shift inside me with every step, one thing was clear: I was completely addicted to pushing my stepbrother. And he was getting closer and closer to snapping.

That guy", she said teasingly....your step brother. Kate !, you don't get it She leaned closer , eyes sparkling with mischief." Try me ". I took in a deep breath, I....I can't stop thinking about him, I know it is wrong , he's my stepbrother . But every time he looks at me , or even just stand there, I feel things I shouldn't . forbidden things, and I can't get them out of my head. Kate tilted her head and grinned, " well maybe the easiest way to get it out of your system is to just ......do it.

He was the first boy I fell for, the first boy who taught me how to ride a scooter and the first boy who protected me from bullies . When I was sick he made sure I was taken care of. My first love as I watched him go, a part of me died. I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for him in the first place. He is my step brother and something like that could never work but I was too stupid to let it go. The noise of the waterfall just by the garden of the gala was the only thing that caught my attention as I stood there watching it. I felt the hand slide down my shoulder as it massaged it.

Dear Ida, My mother recently got remarried. Her new husband, Bill, has a nineteen-year-old son named Alec, who I hadn’t met until about three weeks ago. He’d been away at college but came home to stay with us for the summer. Here’s the problem: I’m finding myself overwhelmingly attracted to Alec. And from the way things feel between us—the kind of electric, suffocating tension that’s impossible to ignore—I think it’s mutual. But is it wrong to be drawn to my stepbrother like this?

I moaned at the pleasure he was giving me. I sensed freedom being with him like this, away from our parents. It was dangerous yet thrilling and addicting. I don’t think I could stay away from him anymore. I was irrevocably and madly falling for Luke. Everything would never be the same without him in my life, but for now, I just had to enjoy the moment as he would never, ever be a stepbrother. *** Luke’s arms were still draped on my waist when I woke up. Everything was real. He was really next to me, and we were in his bed. I just had sex with my stepbrother, and I wanted him again.

Someone was sitting on the couch! My body reacted faster than my mind; I stumbled back, taking two quick steps away. In the moonlight, I saw it was my stepbrother—Marco. I clutched my chest, trying to make my voice sound calm. "Goodnight." With that, I went to the kitchen. I needed that glass of water more than ever to calm my nerves. Oh God, please let him not do anything else.

“The guy i well- had a one night stand with.” Her brows furrowed in confusion at first, then understanding dawned on her face. She didn’t say anything, just waited, knowing that I needed to say the words myself. “Well, he turned out to be the son of my mum’s new husband. My stepbrother.” “What?!” “And I fell for him,” I quickly added before i could hesitate once again, the words feeling heavy as they rolled off my tongue. “I fell for my stepbrother, Jane.” She didn’t gasp or react in shock like I had expected. Instead, she sunk in a deep breath then nodded slowly as she reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently.

Crying, I came for him, and he returned the favor, rocking up into me one more time before the warmth of his release hit my walls. “Damn…” He pumped inside of me until he was limp, and the mess of our arousal ran down my thigh. “You did so well, baby.” His mouth traveled to my temple as he pulled me closer, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. I should have been thinking about everything that could go wrong. Instead, I was thinking about him. Yeah… I had gone too deep. There was no way back now. Because somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with my stepbrother.