My Brothers Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I’ve lived seven years without answers to the questions I asked. Why did he leave me? How could someone who said he loved me and wanted to marry me abandon me the next day? How could I be so stupid to believe his promises of love when Pedro just wanted to play with me? “It’s not okay, Jack.“ My tone is choked with tears and fear. “He’s back. Pedro came back to town after seven years. I can’t deal with this.“ My brother watches me cautiously and, with light movements, leans towards me to touch my hand above the table. His fingers gently touch my skin, tenderly.

"Okay." Still, I couldn’t help but find it strange—two brothers living under the same roof as the older one’s girlfriend and her best friend. I found it strange indeed and unsettling.

"I'm just... not used to all the attention." “Eliot flew in last night,” she said, completely unaware of the bomb she was dropping. “I wanted him here for this. He’s my best friend and favorite brother.” "How many brothers do you have?” I asked, my throat suddenly felt dry "Two. But he’s the one I trust with everything.” Yeah, I could see that. Eliot put out his hand again, but this time he was more sure of himself. I had no choice. I shook it.

I reply. “Where did you go?” He asks. “Just somewhere” I reply. “Okay, where is that somewhere?” He asks I smile, “I went to spend time with my brother and his wife” I text back. “That’s nice, so when will you be back?” He asks. “Not sure of the exact time, but I’ll be back before 8pm” “Alright, have fun” he replies

mumbling this to herself, she again faced him, “Why did you lie then?” This time he spoke up smilingly, “Well, I didn’t lie. I am Aiden, Aiden Henderson. Cannon's elder brother.” Elaine again mumbled to herself shocked, “Cannon has an elder brother!” But Aiden heard her and replied smilingly, “Yes. So, you love Champ, right? Mom said so.”

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

He was trying to convince himself, not me. “Okay,” I replied, offering a light shrug. He didn't say another word. He turned and walked out, and only when the door slammed shut behind him did I let a smirk break across my face. My brother and I shared more twisted similarities than he’d ever openly admit. This was going to happen again. I didn't just get another taste of Nyxaria… I took it with her mate's blessing. I had no idea what this meant for my relationship with my brother, but one thing was certain:

“He wasn’t there! His secretary said he’d stepped out.” I nodded slowly. “Oh really?” “Yes!” she continued, “So I called him. And do you know what he said?” My palms were sweating, and my heartbeat slammed in my ears. “He said he was on a date.” She dragged out the last word dramatically. “A date Lin! My brother went on a date! Ethan! A date! I’m still surprised.” I forced a smile. “Wow… that’s nice.” I took a long sip of the wine to hide my expression.

Cole was behind me now, pushing into my tightest hole, while Luca’s fingers rubbed my clit and Ryder bit my thigh. They took me. Over. And over. And over again. My body was not mine anymore. It belonged to them. To their touch. Their hunger. Their name. I was the slutty little stepsister they didn’t know they needed until I begged for it. They flipped me onto my knees. Jax underneath me. Ryder in my mouth. Cole behind me again. Hands everywhere. Fingers spreading me wide, holding me open so each brother could have a turn, each one more ruthless than the last.

"Don't act like it’s normal. Nothing about this is normal." "Isn't it?" I finally turned my head, but I didn't look at his face. I looked at his hands, which were gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather was groaning. "Rain. She’s your girlfriend. I’m your brother’s wife. See the difference? The place you picked me up from just now —that is my husband’s house. That is where I belong. I just happened to walk in on you and—" "Debbie, she is not my girlfriend," he interrupted, his voice low. “I have never ever in my life had anything close to a girlfriend. I have never had one. She's not.”