My Possessive Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I said bluntly, letting the words hang in the air. Her eyebrows shot up, a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What do you mean… you don’t like him?” Her voice lowered, almost intimate, leaning in closer without realizing it. I glanced at her, catching the subtle flush on her cheeks. “It’s complicated, you won't understand. I don't really hate him, l just despise his character.” “I want to understand.” She pouted her mouth. “He’s not really my brother,” I said finally, and I saw her blink, confused. “Step-brother. We don’t share a mother. I’ve never really been part of their life the way… normal brothers are.”

“I’m only trying to get to know my stepbrother! Cal!” Calum spins to face me. An angry storm gathers in his eyes. “Don’t call me that.” I’m a step above him but he manages to radiate this intimidating aura. My hands clamp around the straps of my bag. I’m putting up a brave front but freaking out on the inside. “I’m not sure what you think this is but get it into your head, sis. I’m your stepbrother. Stop playing games.”

I couldn’t move a limb even if I tried. “I won the bet,” he announces, not a trace of sarcasm or the usual smugness I’d expected in his eyes. “You’re mine now, little sister.” Shit. That sounds so fucking hot. I don’t realize I’ve said the words out loud until Caleb lifts both brows, raking his fingers through his hair. “Yeah? You like the idea of being owned by your brother?” “Stepbrother,” I correct him, even as my stomach flutters at the wrongness of it. It’s a reminder that we shouldn’t be this. That we shouldn’t be feeling anything for each other, much less acting on it.

Now I’m very sure it was him. My stepbrother has a dirty, dirty secret that I know.

Now, here I was, kneeling and crying at his mercy to save the one I truly loved. But what did he want from me? What would he have me do to prove all he just said? I wasn't his. I'd never been his. I didn't want to be his. I want to be Jake's. Whatever delusions or fantasies he harbored about us in that dark, possessive mind of his, none of them were real. Kester remains my stepbrother, and no matter what he says or thinks, calling me MINE doesn't make me HIS.

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

My father had bequeathed more than half of his properties and establishments to my name, while the residue was shared between my sister and stepbrother. It's a lot to handle but I'm sure my father trusts me enough to give me a lot and I don't plan to disappoint him. I struggle out of my bed to get the door as the bell to my penthouse rings. Standing before me was my stepbrother dressed in a black hoodie and black jeans. It was funny cause it wasn't his taste but I couldn't find the vehemence to laugh. "I haven't seen you since the news. Are you okay?" I ask as he walks in and I shut the door.

“What? Why so soon? I haven’t even packed yet.” “Well all the necessities have been moved to Max’s home and if it’s about your clothes and shoes,you can always get new ones.” It’s mom’s turn to speak. No this can’t work. Not when this handsome freak is my stepbrother. I can’t live with him,I’ll definitely do things that I’m not supposed to. No..he’s my stepbrother,I’ll draw the line and plus,I’m sure he’s not feeling what I’m feeling,I’m the only crazy one here.

It only made me wetter. “Someone has to shut you up,” I shot back, tilting my chin defiantly even as my voice trembled. “You think you own me just because you’re my stepbrother? Prove it. Let them use me while you watch. I bet you’ll be hard as fuck the whole time.”

“My stepbrother’s mouth on me. Making me cum even when everything is falling apart.” I came hard, shaking against his face. He stood up, freed himself, and thrust into me on the couch. “Take me,” he growled. “All of me.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yes. Fuck me. Claim me.” He moved deep and steady, eyes locked on mine. “You’re mine. No matter what this blackmailer does. Say it.” “I’m yours. Only yours. My stepbrother owns me.” We came together, holding each other tight.