روايات وقصص ضمن My Online Boyfriend Is My Stepbrother

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

-A Year Later- “Hurry, Teyana! Your brother is here and wants to meet his stepsister!” I groaned into my pillow and ended the FaceTime call with Sean, my boyfriend—though even that label felt... loose lately. I knew better than to wait for the third shout. My mother would storm in if I didn’t move fast. I checked the time. 8:40 a.m. It was a Saturday. A freaking weekend that made two weeks since I moved into this house. And instead of sleeping in or pretending I didn’t exist, I had to meet my new stepbrother. A stepbrother I hadn’t asked for. A family I hadn’t agreed to join.

"I was starting to think you'd forgotten everything about me." "We need to pretend nothing happened." "Nothing happened?" One more step. "Nothing? Because I can still feel you on my fingers three days later and you want to call that nothing?" "Your dad is dating my mom." "I'm aware." "You're going to be my stepbrother."

would finally have each other, how we’d get along so well, how this blended family was going to be perfect. I barely tasted the food. My mind was spinning. The guy I’d crushed on for months—the one I’d stalked on social media, jerking my cock raw to his shirtless gym pics and those low-hanging basketball shorts—was now my fucking stepbrother. The same guy who had caught me on my knees with my best friend's dick down my throat just hours ago was going to be living under the same roof.

OBSESSED WITH MY STEPBROTHER Chapter 2: I Sneak Into My Stepbrother’s Room and Beg Him to Ruin Me I stand outside Kai’s door for what feels like forever, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. This is insane. He’s my stepbrother. The same boy whose house I grew up in before they shipped me away. We share parents now — technically. This is sick. Forbidden. The kind of thing that destroys families.

She raised one eyebrow, waiting. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward. “Enzo is my stepbrother. My mom married his dad a few weeks ago. It all happened really fast. One night I met this guy at a club, we… hooked up, and the next morning I found out he was going to be my new stepbrother. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. It felt too messy.” Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, but she stayed quiet, letting me continue.

Why care so much about my identity? Well, this was because Jane Doe, who goes by the name Teresa Sawyer, was not an ordinary individual. She was previously married to Thomas Wilder, a man I hated and who happens to be my step-brother. We hadn't spoken for years so he was kind of dead to me, at least until I found out that the Surrogate mother was previously engaged to him. And it was already late to call it quits because a delayed treatment would endanger the life of my Mrs Williams. So, I decided to conceal my identity and I had done a good job, at least I like to think so.

I said, gripping a handful of my hair, trying to breathe steady. “You mean you've met him somewhere before? Do I know him?” Melissa asked. “It's Sky,” I said. “What? You're kidding me, right?” she laughed lightly and added, “What are the odds?” I remained silent. I don't know why she finds it funny, but to me, it's not. “Wait… you're not kidding?” “It's true. Sky is my stepbrother,” I said flatly. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing, is it?” she said.

Others are complete nonsense, and I tell him so. He challenges my preferred build, and I explain why his strategy falls apart during higher-level encounters. By the time we’ve finished arguing, I’ve forgotten that I came out here to avoid him. Which is deeply inconvenient. Because apparently, my obnoxious stepbrother is capable of being interesting when he isn’t busy insulting me.

We… he…. We slept together??!! Oh my God! This isn't possible. It can't be. He flashes me a smirk, handing my mother the plates. “ Hi, I'm Joshua. Your Stepbrother.” Jesus Christ! I slept with my Stepbrother.