Novel & Cerita Four Stepbrothers And I

Reed on my right, Jasper on my left, Cole behind me with his hand on my hip, and Kai’s head resting near my tits. “Oh my god,” I whispered, heart slamming in my chest. This was real. Not a dream. I had sex with all four of them last night. Not Zane. Them. My own stepbrothers. The memories flooded back—mouths on my nipples, cocks in my mouth, Jasper pushing into me, then all of them taking turns, fucking me in every hole while they called me their little slut. I enjoyed it way too much. Even now, thinking about it made my pussy clench and get wet again.

Stephan chuckled. Chugging the whole contents down his throat, he threw it away. Striding towards the bench, he took a seat. Droplets of sweat rolled down his forehead, making his hair cling onto his forehead. “You good, buddy?” Stephan asked, taking a seat next to him. Humming, he wiped the sweat from the towel. “Doesn't seem like it.” He sighed. Elias, gazed at him. His older brother looking at him with concern. Elias and Stephan had a bond. A very special one, to be exact. They both lived for each after their sister died that day. Only they knew along with Ryder, that she was raped and kidnapped in the alley by a gang of hideous older drunk man.

Speeding up I get out and dispose of my clothes while fixing my gloves as well all before making it to my closet where I pull out an old falling apart band t-shirt and slip it on before putting on a pair of underwear and shorts. Just in time, I thought as I heard multiple footsteps come up the stairs and after about thirty minutes of me laying on my bed a big grin stretched across my face a knock came from my door and I slowly walk over to find my four official step-brothers looking at me in worry.

If you asked me, the less the men, the better. I was so nervous, I hadn't even realized when we had walked into a garden in the backyard. And there they were. Three men, half-naked, laying on mats under the sun and looking hella familiar. "Hi boys," mum called and they turned to her with a smile, which vanished when they saw me. "This is my daughter, Hannah. You boys remember I told you about her, yeah?" They stared dumbly and my mom, oblivious to it all, rambled on. "Hannah, these are your new step-brothers. Daniel, Dean, and Damian."

“My stepbrother’s mouth on me. Making me cum even when everything is falling apart.” I came hard, shaking against his face. He stood up, freed himself, and thrust into me on the couch. “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes. Fuck me. Claim me.” He moved deep and steady, eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine. No matter what this blackmailer does. Say it.” “I’m yours. Only yours. My stepbrother owns me.” We came together, holding each other tight.

He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell. "This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters," Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling. "Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby," Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar. My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it wa

Ethan’s Pov I still found it hard to recover after what happened earlier today. How was it possible that my step-sister was my mate? I heard my wolf loud and clear when he said “mate!”. And there was Kayla…my step-sister, staring at us and also wondering what might have happened. I was shocked to my bones as I stared at my brothers who quickly wore a stern gaze, as though nothing happened to them. We all left the scene, but I was so bothered that I could barely relax.

Usually kids lose interest quickly when you don’t pay attention to them, but this one followed along without getting bored. “Brother. You know I can count? One, twoo, three… four! Four years old!” “Oh, I see. I’m twen… six years old.” “Six! Six means, two years older brother! Real brother!” “Yeah, nice to meet you. Little brother.” Somehow I ended up with two younger brothers in two days. I had no idea what kind of conversation to have with a 4-year-old. “Cool brother. Your hair is black.”

From the very beginning, starting with Jaxon's rejection in front of the whole pack and Sarah beating me in the bathroom afterward, all the way through Mom dragging us to Nightshade in the middle of the night and the two step-brothers who made my life hell until they didn't anymore. "They hated me first," I said, staring at the fire because I couldn't look at her while I said this part. "Then they wanted me. And wanting me turned into needing me and needing me turned into a shed with packed bags and a route mapped through three territories." I swallowed hard. "Four months. We had four months of sneaking around and sleeping together and planning a future that felt so real I could taste it."

Just as I was about to step out the school gates, I heard my name. “Hey baby, how have you been?” Marks voice filled my ears, as he cornered me to stand in my way. Oh God, are you sure I didn't make a mistake with this choice? “Uhm I'm okay, just good.” “You know, what you did the other day was unfair. You left me and that your bastard of a stepbrother fighting……” “Don't you dare put a tag to his name.” The words fell out of my mouth before I noticed it.