My Online Boyfriend Is My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“Then, if our parents weren’t married, you’d want to be with me? Be honest.” “Of course I would.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I hated how true they were. Silas was perfect in so many ways, and I knew he truly cared about me. If we had been anything but step-siblings, I would have wanted to pursue a relationship with him. But unfortunately, we were family. I wasn’t exactly a huge fan of incest, despite… well, despite the fact that I had just let my stepbrother eat me out.

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

If it wasn't for him, I would still be a virgin. I'm not trying to blame him for anything but the fact that I had sex with a stranger and found out he's gonna be my stepbrother but I fell in love with him. Yes, I said it. I'm in love with my stepbrother. I'm not sure I'll be able to resist him because I'm starting to get addicted to his sex. I don't think I'll be able to reject him anymore. But he wants me to be his sister, not his girl.

"This is going to sound so wrong, so weird... I... I have feelings for someone I really shouldn’t." I bit my lip hard, watching her expression twist in anticipation. She almost burst out laughing but held herself back. "Girl! What is it? BDSM? Poly? Tell me!" I swallowed. "My stepbrother." "Holy flipping balls. Your what!?" "I know! It’s insane!" "Yeah, it is—but hey, you only live once. So... is he hot?" "Hot? He is sin. Like, walking temptation. Honestly, it’s exhausting... How do I stop myself from getting turned on just thinking about him?"

And she’s also very innocent, but a little cuter than you. I felt my cheeks turning red, and as I lifted my head, I noticed Easton talking with Nikon, but he did sneak a glance at me. So, I decided to give him more hints about how me, his online friend, thinks of him. Livi: Really? Huh, so now someone is cuter than me? We have been chatting more frequently now. I had forgotten about all the taboos and what would happen if others found out that I was fooling around with my stepbrother without telling him who I was. Maybe it isn’t something he would consent to.

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”

Name of ex-fiancé: Grayson Thorne. The name hit like a blow. His eyes tracked it twice, three times, before reality locked into place. Grayson. That bastard. Of all the men in the world… it had to be that arrogant, two-faced, shit-head of a stepbrother. The paper burned in his grip. His skin felt too tight for his body, the air around him pressing in until he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh, rage, or punch his fist through the wall. “How the fuck did this happen?” he growled, throwing the file over the railing; the papers scattered like petals in the wind.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

"Your girlfriend comes first. As she should. I'm just the stepsister you're living with. Nothing more." "That's not—" "Isn't it?" I sat down, focusing on my cereal. "We live together. You're my stepbrother. Everything else is just... extra. Temporary." "Stop calling me that." "Calling you what?" "Stepbrother. You know exactly what we are." "Do I?" I looked up at him. "Because from where I'm sitting, you have a girlfriend you run to when she calls. And I'm the girl you sleep with when it's convenient. Those are the facts."

"You do not get to talk right now! You dragged me through the school like I was your property. You yelled at me in front of everyone. You grabbed me and hurt me. And for what? Because I have a boyfriend?" Ryan's face went pale. "You are not my father, Ryan," I continued, my voice getting stronger with each word. "You are not my boyfriend. You are not my owner. You are my stepbrother. That is it. And last time I checked, stepbrothers do not get to control who their sisters date." "Lila, I was just trying to protect you," Ryan said weakly. "Protect me?" I laughed bitterly. "From what? From being happy? From having someone who actually pays attention to me?"