Four Stepbrothers And I Novels & Stories

Mom was sure to let me know that tomorrow was going to be a little hectic since I was going for the school registration yadah-yadah, but school was the last thing on my mind. After settling in my new bed, I fished out my phone and shot a quick text: The boy from my mom's wedding, he is my stepbrother!

Curtis’s soft soothing voice comes through the closed door. “Umm, sure.” I say not really sure what the hell I am supposed to do. I mean my three step brothers, his sons are all on my bed. I am sandwiched between two of them for God’s sake. Hard telling what is going to go through his mind when he sees us like this.

“Don’t let them hear how good your stepbrother is fucking you.” The risk made everything hotter. I moaned against his palm, my nails digging into his back as he railed me deeper. Jax changed the angle, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. “Gonna fill this pussy up,” he growled quietly against my ear. “Breed my little sis while our parents sleep down the hall. You want that? Want your stepbrother to pump you full of cum?” The dirty words sent me spiraling. I came hard again, my walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick cock as I sobbed into his hand.

Like wolves scenting a storm. He stepped out first. Older now than the photograph I'd seen buried in my mother's drawer. Graying temples. Cold black eyes. Tailored charcoal suit and the aura of a man who didn't walk—he claimed space. Vincenzo Romano. And behind him, they followed. Three shadows made flesh. The Romanos. My stepbrothers. Luca. Nico. Matteo.

“And I'm sorry.” Trevor moved forward, his eyes hard. “Why didn't it work out?” “What?” I frowned. “You know, I was patient with you. Even when you have me a bunch of cock and bulk stories…” “What?...I don't know what you're talking about.” “Oh,no need to hoe anymore. I know you're fucking your stepbrother.* My eyes widend. “What? Are you insane?” “You didn't deny it.” he cocked his head to the side.

My tears soak his shirt, and my shoulders tremble with each sob. “I’m sorry I shouted at you,” I say into his chest. His body shakes with his laughter. I smile only a little but it’s gone as fast as it comes. “I’m such a brat sometimes and you tolerate me. When I met him at the pub, I didn’t know he would be my stepbrother. I kissed him. Then you said he would be my brother—stepbrother. We tried to fight the attraction, Dad. I promise we did.”

She spent years believing she was too big to love. Her husband forced her on the scale every morning, controlled every meal, and made her feel disgusting in her own skin. Until the night she caught him buried deep inside another woman, laughing about how he could barely stand to touch her. Heartbroken and drunk, Liza walked into a motorcycle club looking for somewhere to disappear, Instead she found a man who looked at her soft body like it was something to worship. One reckless night left her feeling wanted for the first time in years. She thought that would be the end of it. Then she met the four powerful Carter brothers — cold, charming, dominant, and dangerous without knowing they

He had this way of making you feel like nothing, while looking at you like you’re everything he’ll ever want. He commanded everyone to leave the room, save for his brothers and I, and took one look at me before smiling, “take your clothes off, sweet cheeks.” I should have run. I was marrying Brandon the next day. Instead, I was so curious and blinded by the lust I could no longer hide while looking at their massive cocks and naked bodies, that I pulled the nightshirt over my head and let them look. I let my stepbrothers see every inch of the body I was supposed to hate them for wanting.

“Yes, Skylar, it will be fucking impossible. We have been separated for just two months, and that might not seem like a lot of time, but a lot has changed since then. I have changed since then.” His jaw clenched. “Oh, I can tell, alright. You’re fucking three men? Three brothers?” He scoffed, shaking his head, his eyes fixed on the road. “I never saw you as that kind of person. Is it because of the money, or were you just desperate for a good fuck?” I rested my back on the seat, glancing back out at the window. “Exactly, Skylar. You never really saw me.”

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.