Kissing The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

"You can't go up to the attic. Please don't leave me in here alone. Please." The perfect stepbrother act completely shattered. Jace let out a ragged, desperate sound that was a half sob and a half growl. He dropped his hands to my waist, grabbed me, and slammed me back against the door. His mouth crashed down onto mine. It wasn't gentle. It was messy, frantic, and entirely fueled by the last four days of absolute misery. My hands instantly tangled into his messy hair, pulling him closer as he pressed his entire body weight against mine, pinning me flush against the solid wood of the door. The kiss tasted like salt and tears and sheer, desperate relief. He kissed me like he was literally star

He was my brother, she was his wife, and whatever happened inside their marriage wasn't supposed to be mine to touch. That was the story, anyway. The truth was uglier. It wasn't respect. It was cowardice, and every year I stayed silent, Natalie paid for it. I pressed a hand over my mouth. Because I wasn't only thinking about my brother's betrayal. I was thinking about her. I had loved Natalie before Daniel ever asked her to dinner. I had never said it, not to her, not to him, not even to myself in so many words. I had watched her fall for someone else and told myself the silence was the honorable thing.

Oh, sweet, sweet universe, I swore in my head, stumbling along beside my massive stepbrother as the heavy bass vibrated through my chest. If he doesn't have an insanely good reason for doing all of this shit right now, I swear on my life I will murder Zephyr Knox. I don't care how long it takes. He will wind up dead and sent straight back to you, his creator!! I promised myself that, totally confused, completely humiliated, and fuming as Zephyr pulled me into the middle of the dancing crowd.

There's a point past which looking at someone sleep stops being love and becomes something closer to surveillance, and I had crossed that line somewhere around night five without noticing until I was well past it. I had been flawless for eight days. Present. Kind. Endlessly available, every offer made softly, every hard word swallowed before it reached her. And in the drawer three feet from where I sat, folded along its own creases, sat a decree with my brother's signature on it, and a question I had still not asked her. I told myself the kindness was real. And it really was. That was the part nobody warned me about, that a man could be really sincere in one hand and really watchful in the o

She snorted with a grin. I grimaced in horror. "Nooo!" I wailed. Leave it to Ruthie to make things even weirder. "Besides, we aren't really cousins. And for the record, I didn't kiss him. He kissed me." "Oh, now it's all about who kissed who, is it?" Her eyes twinkled with merriment. "Who kissed whom," I corrected absently. "But Ruthie, that's not the point. The point is that Mr. Efoti's brother is usemi, which may mean ..." Wait for it, wait for it, I thought.

Millimeters and hundredths separate us from that kiss and as she opens her eyes to welcome that kiss, I close to mine before the force of feeling that they tease me as I touch her soft lips and feed that monster to her sweetness. The kiss is gentle, almost unreal, more innocent and respectful, it means so to me again, more than any in my life. She doesn't move, I don't move, but her brother's voice comes from the ground floor overwhelms us, and makes us step back and stop doing this, s with this madness, with this wonderful madness. "I will not, I said mine and accept it! We have the same conversation on the fifth time!" My brother sees us from the top of the stairs, as we stand at a distanc

So I walked, quietly and slowly until I got there where I met another shock of my life. Something I never expected, something that had me blown away. My heart squeezed with fury and disappointment. My brother along with his friend that I could recognize were... Kissing! So passionately that I saw the desires that shoot out from them. I held back Surely, that meant one thing. My brother's gay.

I held her waist and concentrated on the kiss while she held my face. This wasn't supposed to be right, but I enjoyed it. Solomon liked Hope, and I was about to make out with her. The kiss was getting more savage, and I had to stop before it got more intense. I broke off from the kiss and sighed. Her eyes were still closed, her lips still parted. She hadn't realized I had broken off from the kiss. I chuckled, and she opened her eyes abruptly. When she realized what had happened, she leaned back against the counter and blushed. I, on the other hand, felt guilty. I had kissed my brother's girl. I had to leave quickly before the guilt consumed me.

she roared. “Really? If I know, you like the kiss,” she teased and started to carry the boxes. “What—No! never in my dreams and that was my fucking first kiss!” she shouted. She stopped and looked at her. “Nope. You kissed a guy inside the bar when my brother caught us because we ditched him. That was your first kiss with Apollo, to be specific not just your first—” “Why do you have to recall everything? I am pissed right now and we need to have a drink. Fuck that brother of yours. I’ll punch him straight in his face when I see him,” she said and gritted her teeth,

Liam. Aurora sighed softly, closing her eyes. Every thought inevitably circled back to him. She knew better than to let herself get involved—especially with someone who was supposed to be her brother. But there was something undeniable between them, something forbidden and dangerous that she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried. She glanced at her reflection, pale and hollow-eyed. How did she end up here? Caught between longing and hate, between family and betrayal. She didn’t know herself anymore.