Love From My Stepbrother Novel Novels & Stories

But never my mother. I learned early that titles mean nothing. A woman may wear a ring, live in your house, and still be a stranger. She didn’t hate me. She just didn’t care. She loved my father. She adored her own son — my stepbrother. But me? I was just a reminder of someone who had left too soon. Still, I loved my little stepbrother. He was innocent. Maybe in trying to love him, I was chasing a piece of the love I lost.

My stepbrother loved me in a platonic way, not romantically, and a word from me might have cost me a brother's love and a lover's caress. I had found out years ago that what I felt for my stepbrother was more than the love siblings shared; it was much more than that. My stepbrother was the one who had raised me, although we were kids, and he was only a year older than me. My parents were always busy travelling around the world, from one business trip to another.

Not even ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Stepbrother: Come to my room. Quiet. Now. My heart raced. I crept down the hallway. His door was cracked open. The second I slipped inside, he shut it, locked it, and pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed into mine in a hungry kiss while his hand shoved down the front of my sweatpants. Two thick fingers plunged straight into my soaked pussy. “Still full of my cum,” he whispered against my lips, pumping his fingers slowly. “Such a dirty girl. Walking around downstairs like a good little sister while your stepbrother’s load is leaking out of you.”

his step sister, while Damien had been Tristan, my stepbrother. In the novel, the events were almost the same. I had loved him first while he wouldn't notice me, until he did, and now I wouldn't let him have me that easily anymore. I had been unapologetically naughty. I imagined Tristan with a ten-inch dick... pinning me down someday and fucking me so hard that I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I said, huffing, and walked inside. The pile of documents on my desk stayed untouched as I kept thinking about what happened earlier. Not a good thing. I shook my head. Williams was going to be my stepson. I shouldn’t still have feelings for the man I was supposed to be a “mother figure” to. Why did that make me laugh? He was six years older. Calling him my stepson sounded ridiculous, but as funny as it was, it was true. I’d have to accept it someday, and so would he.

I don’t look back, I rushed off, heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor, each step echoing run, run, run. Because how the hell do you sit at dinner with your boyfriend...when he's about to become your stepbrother?

“There's the greedy little cunt I knew was in there. Arching back for it. Taking her brother's cock like she was made for it.” The word, brother, should have been a slap back to reality, but it wasn't. Instead of making the heat stop, it seemed like it was a fuel fed to the fire, making the forbidden heat bloom hotter, wetter. I was naked, bound, and being fucked by my stepbrother, and I somehow liked it. He leaned over me, pushing his dick deeper. "You love it,” he whispered. “Tell me you love it, Lylah. Tell your daddy you love his cock in your pussy.”

He was my stepbrother. Agreed. But I could not for the life of me deny the absolute fact that he felt like home—he was my home. When I considered the way he had fought for both of us, it made me proud and guilty at the same time. If I had never gone to that lounge none of this would have happened. But then I would never have known what real love felt like either. The city streets passed in a blur because the tears were now stinging at the corners of my eyes. I wiped my eyes so I could see the road. But the tears kept coming anyway.

8. Alyssa I love my step brother. No. I adore him. I am crazy about him and hiding it has been driving me mad. He's like… everything I would want from a man. From the moment he walked through our door with his mom that first day they came to my our house for dinner during a ur first meeting, I knew that I would bed him. I didn't care that he was my soon to be step brother or that my dad was getting it on with his (Skylar’s) mother, all I knew was that I needed and wanted him.

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.