Kissing The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

The leverage I could use to unravel him but all I wanted was to walk up to her, pull her out of that place, and tell her she didn’t have to wear that mask anymore. I leaned against the wall, one hand gripping the back of my neck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I came to destroy my brother. To take from him the same way he took from me. But when I saw her again, I didn’t feel victorious. I felt lost. The sound of forced laughter and clinking glasses pulled me back. I stepped out into a quieter side of the hall, needing a moment away from the performance. I’m falling in love with her. The thought was violent. Like a slap to my face.

I shivered at his sudden change of behavior, confused by his words and my body’s reaction. "Why not kill Kellan again? Are you scared?" I challenged. "Well, I can't kill my brother. My hands are tied by a deal we made. Only his permission is required," he hissed darkly, making me stagger back. His hand gently caressed my cheek as he lowered his head, his breath on my lips. His lips were so close that even a sigh could press us together. His eyes darkened with desire, and I gulped as his lips pressed against mine. The taste of darkness and sorrow mixed in his kiss, his mouth rough against mine. A startled gasp escaped me, giving him an opening, and his tongue slid in before he pulled away. I

He closes in on me to kiss me, a short kiss. I see what this is. It’s about his brother. “I thought you wanted me to meet your brother?” I ask, my tone as low as a whisper. When he kissed me, I nearly lost my ability to speak. It’s strange how someone can literally take your voice away. “I did.” Killian breath. His mouth envelopes mine again, this time, I feel his body touch mine and his breath hard on my skin. Killian pushes his head back a little. “I still do.” His tongue dives into my slightly ajar mouth, tasting all of me, making me drown at the dominance exerted by his tongue. He takes his mouth off mine for a split second and this gives me time to breathe. “I just would rather,” Killia

I feel like I didn’t hear that correctly. Finn looks triumphant. Convinced. Like he’s cracked some sort of ancient brotherhood spy code to break Delilah’s icy, manipulative heart. “You want to kiss me at the rehearsal dinner?” I ask. “Yes, I do. You have kissed a man before, haven’t you?” I recoil. "Oh, right, you screwed my brother. How could I have forgotten? Unless, of course, you both were too busy doing other things and didn’t have the opportunity to kiss. Then I’d have to show you how, so it looks authentic at the event."

He seemed to come to his senses and stopped, then he brought his hand down to his side. “Me and that man and nothing alike. I love Lucia and I have always been loyal to her except now..” He grabbed the back of my neck and tried to press his lips against mine. I turned my face and it landed on my neck and left crawling shivers there. “Let me go!” I screamed, and in my struggle, the cup of coffee shattered, the shards going everywhere, and the steamy liquid splattering along with it. “Ah!” I winced at the sudden splash of heat. He backed away, taking the pain more easily than I did. He looked between me and the mess that had been made on the floor, his face going slightly red.

After a moment that seemed like an eternity Mark leaned forward, his lips parted to meet mine. I felt my heart start to race but didn't understand why it's not like I hadn't kissed my brother before. Hell we had just made out while we were having sex a few minutes ago. As Mark lowered his head down to mine and his hand slid up behind my hair I turned my head to the side my own lips parted but rather than meet him halfway I closed my eyes and waited. I felt my brother's lips brush softly against mine and rather than lock into a kiss he slid his mouth lightly across mine teasing my lips with his. "Kiss me." I whispered against his lips.

As Matt began to wake up, he mumbled, “What’s going on?” Going up from his neck to his ear, I whispered, “I want you in me again,” and then started to kiss him on the lips. He soon started to kiss me back, and before I knew it our tongues were down each other’s throats. After of minute of passionately making out, I knew he was wide awake as I felt his massive rod at full mast rubbing up against my ass. At this point, I remembered that this was my own brother who I was making out with and was about to fuck. It seemed so wrong and dirty to be doing what I was doing, but there was no way I was going to stop. It all just felt so good.

“Because that resemblance isn’t normal, Elara. It’s not just similar features. It’s… unsettling.” Elara nodded, her hands twisting together. “That’s why I feel so guilty,” she admitted quietly. “Sometimes it feels like I’m kissing my brother.” Nyra’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh,” she said. Then, mock hurt creeping into her voice, “you guys are kissing already? Wow.” Elara groaned, covering her face. “That’s not what I meant.” Nyra smiled despite herself, then softened when she saw Elara’s expression crumple. “Hey. I’m joking. Mostly.”

He sucked hard, pulling the tight bud deep into his mouth, tongue flicking fast and rough over the sensitive tip while his teeth grazed just enough to send a sharp jolt straight down to my cunt. “Ahh!!” A broken sound came out of my throat before I could stop it. “Goddamn, these tits are perfect,” Kylan mumbled against my skin, voice muffled and filthy. “So soft and heavy. Been wanting to get my mouth on them since the second we walked in tonight. Look how hard this nipple gets for me. You like your stepbrother sucking on it, don’t you?” I grabbed at his shoulders, pushing weakly. “Stop it. This is wrong. You’re my stepbrothers. We can’t do this shit. Mom would fucking kill us if she found o

I was standing at the altar about to marry a billionaire, but I was already legally married to his brother. Aleck stepped forward, closing the small distance between us. He locked his sharp eyes onto my pale, trembling face. The church, the crowd, the music, Adrian—everything disappeared into background noise. A familiar smirk deepened on his lips. He leaned in slightly, his dark energy completely wrapping around me, and whispered in a voice that was meant for my ears only. "Hi, sister-in-law.”