روايات وقصص ضمن My Online Boyfriend Is My Stepbrother

He needed a girlfriend who wasn't his stepsister. Even if I was the one crushing on him. Not that it was forbidden. He's just my stepbrother—different parents, different blood. So technically, it wasn't wrong to feel what I was feeling. Except it was. Except I also hated him. Except sometimes I couldn't stop staring at him when he wasn't looking.

Tristan asked. “My...” I paused, wondering how I should tell him who Aiden was in relation to me. My stepbrother? My boyfriend? “That was Aiden. He’s coming to pick me up.” Logan asked, “Who’s Aiden?” I stared at the man. Well, he wanted to know. I said, “My stepbrother and boyfriend.” They looked a little shocked at hearing this, naturally. Well, of course. Whoever had a stepbrother for a boyfriend?

He inquired. "Brother, which brother??" "Yeah, Parker, he's my junior brother," he explained, "Stepbrother to be precise. Every family I have now are all 'steps.'" "He just gave me a ride, that's all. Nothing much," "Is he your boyfriend…" he let out another misconception. "Nooo, no one likes me," I concluded. "Is that true, no one likes you? Someone really loves you. Let him discover you and he'll be…" Matt proposed and rested well in his seat.

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

Dear Ida, My mother recently got remarried. Her new husband, Bill, has a nineteen-year-old son named Alec, who I hadn’t met until about three weeks ago. He’d been away at college but came home to stay with us for the summer. Here’s the problem: I’m finding myself overwhelmingly attracted to Alec. And from the way things feel between us—the kind of electric, suffocating tension that’s impossible to ignore—I think it’s mutual. But is it wrong to be drawn to my stepbrother like this?

“Get in. Now.” Alicia’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, you’re dating Hot Face Alonzo?” “No!” I blurted. “I can’t. He’s my stepbrother.” “Stepbrother?” Her grin widened. “Oh, this is better than N*****x.” I groaned. “See you later,” I muttered, before dragging myself into the car.

“I don't think we've met. I'm Myron, the Alpha’s brother.” Brother? “I wasn't aware Stephan had a brother.” I answered. He looked to be around the same age with Stephan but I was sure that they couldn’t be twins. Stephan seemed like the kind to eat his brother in the womb so he didn't have any competition. “I'm adopted. And you are? You seem familiar but I can't place your face.” Okay so how was I going to introduce myself? Mistress or Luna? Might as well go for the one I like.

A man soon approached and leaned against the counter beside me. “Hey beautiful… Long time no see.” I creased my brows and tried to recall his face. “Victor,” he said with a sleazy grin. Lisa’s brother. “Oh… hello,” I replied politely, forcing a small nod. “Your stepbrother and my sister are getting married. Now we’re becoming family too,” he said, his smile turning strangely intimate and unsettling. “I must say… it’s going to be interesting.” “Yeah… That’s so,” I replied quietly, keeping my voice low and uninterested.

Sometimes, she forgets I'm her twenty-two year old child. “When do I meet this bag of goodies?” I tease her like I've been doing since she tells me about my soon-to-be stepdad. She giggles like a teenager in love. “He’s away for a business trip. But he’ll be back by dinner. He wants to meet you and also, it will be a family dinner.” That makes my stomach flutter. My mom already told me that her fiance has a son. I've always wanted a sibling but the thought of having a stepbrother gives me mixed feelings.

“I guess we can all agree that he is not the man he portrays himself to be. He’s a sissy, a man who can’t climb the ranks on his own, a man who is nothing but a worthless little thug who still needs validation from his brother.” Benito grabbed my hand roughly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he whispered, his eyes red, the veins on his neck pulsating. “What do you think I’m doing?” I asked, leveling my gaze at him. “My stepbrother will be here any moment now. Stop acting like a fool and let’s get married,” he said. “Do I look like I care? I don’t care about your brother, and I don’t care about the reputation you’re trying to keep in front of him. This wedding is off!” I yelled the