Novel & Cerita Kissing The Wrong Brother

She clearly saw us kissing yet she wasn’t interested in knowing why it happened but was more interested in believing it was just some sort of misunderstanding. “Travis is not my brother.” “He is your brother!” She suddenly raised her voice at me. “He is your brother. I’m married to Jack and he is Jack’s son. So that makes him-“ “My step brother,” I cut her off, an unusual confidence suddenly creeping towards me. “That makes me him my step brother not my actual brother. We aren’t related by blood.” “Okay, so?” She folded her arms. “So what if you aren’t related by blood? What next? It’s an automatic pass for you to kiss him? You kissed your stepbrother?”

A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. But I wanted this, didn’t I? He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction-Stepbrother." "But-"

he claimed stepping closer to whisper into my ear opposite of Stella "Because I could see the wonderful lace bra underneath the shirt and let's not forget how hard your-" he says in a seductive low voice but doesn't get to finish before Stella is pulling me more into her side as she glares at her twin "Stop seducing my best friend you man whore" Stella says glaring at her brother, but he paid no attention He just stared me deep in my eyes with a load of emotions that I couldn't figure out, then I thought back to what he was saying before Stella interrupted him and started to blush furiously causing him to smile and turn towards his sister

I nodded. “You must not linger any lustful feelings between each other. I know you are still too young to understand what I’m saying, but you both remain siblings forever which means you cannot kiss each other or embrace each other too tight as mates do - am I clear?” I held my ear, staring at them, they looked confused. “Mummy, does that mean I can’t kiss my brother? But people do kiss their brothers…” Ashley disagreed and I smirked. “You can peg your brother, I’m not against that.” I said.

I pulled her to me using her hand and I kissed her. Her lips taste amazing, but the kiss feels wrong. She pulls away and laughs. “Was that as awkward for you as it was for me?” She asks. Crap, did I do it wrong? “You’re great Caren, but that, that was just weird. I think I will go back to the brother zone.” We both laughed. “Yeah, let’s get back to that sibling zone.” She says as she pulls her hand from mine. “At least there is one positive about what just happened. I can’t say someone has not kissed me before. But let’s keep that information between us.”

His other hand came up to cradle my face, fingers brushing against my skin with this careful, aching tenderness that didn’t match the way his lips moved against mine. God, he knew how to kiss. Slow and sweet one second, deep and hungry the next. My lips parted instinctively and then, I felt it. His tongue, brushing past mine, teasing, coaxing me into something I didn’t even know I could want this much. My body shivered and it was so crazy. It was messy, hot, almost overwhelming, but this… was wrong. That was my first real kiss. My first real kiss—and it was with Hayden. Not some stranger. Not some confused mistake at a party. Him. My stepbrother. And that made it all the more dangerous.

“I—uh—” But he was already smiling, that easy, confident smile that must’ve won my sister over in seconds. “You look beautiful,” he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. My breath hitched. The way he looked at me, the way his lips brushed against my skin, it felt wrong, and yet, I didn’t pull away. Dinner was… awkward, to say the least. Kurtis kept talking to me like I was Angela, about places they’d gone together, inside jokes I didn’t understand. I was drowning in confusion. How could he not realize I wasn’t my sister?

“I gave you your dream wedding night.” “You don't know that,” I blurted. “I know, Sophie… I know how much you had waited for it to happen with him.” “With him, yes. With you, no. Damn it. You're the wrong brother.” “Well, look who just became the wrong brother’s obsession. With that pussy of yours, you're not going anywhere.” Asshole. The car came to a stop. I still need answers. What are we doing here? “Do they know?” I asked him just as my right leg touched the floor.

This was a whole new level of insanity. How could I even kiss him? He was Leo’s brother. Leo’s. The guy I was actually in love with. The same guy Landon was supposedly helping me get to notice me. Would Leo still want me if he knew his brother had taken my first kiss? No. God, no. He’d hate me. He’d never look at me the same again. There was no way I could kiss Landon. "I just need to see what you already know, Trouble," he said quietly, like he could hear every frantic thought running through my head. His tone was calm, almost coaxing. "Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to force you to do anything. This is strictly about learning."

He tasted like coffee and pancakes. His tongue massaged mine then he focused on sucking on my tongue. It felt exactly like I imagined it would. Perfect. When he finally pulled away, we both struggled to catch our breaths, and in that moment, it dawned on me what I had just done. I kissed Desmond. I kissed my ex–husband’s brother. My eyes slowly widened in panic and I pulled away. “That shouldn't have happened.” “What? Isabel?” My hands loosely placed on my thighs balled into fists.