Fated To My 4 Bully Stepbrothers Novels & Stories

Skylar, despite her unserious outlook on life, would never make a joke like this. She’d been my best friend since we were ten, since the day Mum kicked the bucket and I needed a place to crash after school to avoid Father’s insanity. This was supposed to be good news. The bastard was finally dead. But despite everything he’d done, compared to my stepbrothers—Declan, Adrian, and Ezra—he was the lesser evil. Their mother brought them two weeks after Mum died, once Father remarried. My life had been hell ever since.

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. Okay, before you think I’m a total perv, Randell, Lance and Kingsley, are my step-brothers so it’s not as if I’m fantasizing about bumping uglies with my blood relatives — although I have a few distant cousins who are H-O-T if you know what I mean, and under the right circumstances I might be persuaded to get a taste — but anyway, my stepbrothers have been around since I was like fourteen and when I hit fifteen I started to notice a few things.

My fingers tapped on the desk while I worried about what my *sshole stepbrother was plotting against me this time. This alarming news brought back the memories I had already buried deep within my head. I tasted bile on the back of my tongue. But knowing that Treyton was on the loose, all the anger came back to me, remembering how my wicked stepmother egged Father to put her degenerate son on the throne and framed me so they could banish me away from the pack.

“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.

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.

It seemed like it was my fault that I was his mate and I should be guilty about it because I was his stepsister. “I’m not running away. I don’t have to explain myself to you because we are done.” “You’re throwing away our bond because you have your stepbrother? Sunny. Your pack will talk about you two if you push the bond. You're his step-siblings. They will bash you. I don’t want you to be mocked because of that. If you choose me, no one will say mean things about us. Do not choose your stepbrother,” he said, no longer suggesting, but ordering me.

None of those would have happened " Luke, I know what you feel right now. I know that you think I'm pitying you... No, you are so strong, man, so strong. That you shut up and didn't talk for the mafia's sake, we are all proud of you... But he should know his place. Listen, bullying is so bad thing to experience, I had a brother who suicide due to it... I won't let anyone suffer this in front of my eyes. I have to tell." He explained nicely

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

I press a hand over my face, wetting my palm with my tears. If I allow him today, I’ll allow him again tomorrow, and the days to follow. I can’t do that. He’ll soon become my stepbrother. And although we’re not related by blood, in our culture, a stepbrother is considered a brother, and we’re forbidden for each other. We’ll be shunned if news gets out. I can’t risk the humiliation that would fall on my mom. I can’t allow anyone to point accusing fingers at her, to blame her for not raising me right. That woman has given me more than just her life, and I can’t pay her back with disappointment.

As long as I didn’t fight back, as long as I stayed small enough, they would get bored and move on to their next target. Usually, that worked. And technically, I still had the bet. If I found a date for the ball, they were supposed to leave me alone. But was it really that simple? If before yesterday I might’ve believed they’d lose interest once I stayed dull enough—or once I won the bet—now that their father had become my mother’s mate, now that I had become their stepsister… I knew better than to believe they’d let me go that easily. Before, I’d been prey they toyed with.