My Possessive Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I could not stand seeing another woman close to my brother. Call me a birch but I don't care. My brother is only mine. I don't know why I was feeling all too possessive with Damian. Could it be because I have this stupid secret crush on him that others don't Know? Maybe that's the source of all the pain. Stepping inside my room, I slammed the door behind me and slumped on my bed, tears kissing my cheeks. My mind flew back to the words my mom said earlier. Tomorrow is a special day, the day I finally get to meet my wolf but alongside that comes a big turning point for every werewolf since it's the day we get to identify our mates.

he said turning round to the wardrobe checking which outfit to wear,l paused my mind flooding with forgotten memories,stepbrother l now have a brother,l felt a spark of happiness in me but unsure of it,l have been craving to have a brother or sister when l was home but didn't get as my mom only gave birth to me,back then l always felt lonely and sad each time mom and dad goes to work as l had no brother or sister to play withl always wished l would have one someday but never thought that will only be after my mom's death,now here is one standing right in front of me,not just an ordinary one but a handsome one at that, he's every girls dream,l smiled admiring his sexy body as he was busy che

Does he already see it as a way of flirting? Although I have every right to be angry, I refuse to get angry with him. Our parents are getting married in a matter of weeks. My stepbrother and I will officially become stepsiblings, and I don't want to grow resentful at him. I just have to accept that he's very different from his biological siblings, Ryle and Rhian. "She's my property—a girl from my home." I didn’t exactly know what figuratively or literally he meant by saying those words earlier, and those somehow healed my heart. I felt like remembering those words makes me totally okay and I am able to smile once again.

Hearing this fake wolf inside me is giving me all the reasons to confirm my doubt. ‘Probably yes, maybe no, but you are not having any relationship with him—that's not something I can assure you. He is your step-brother and even ready to fuck you. How can you claim he is nothing when that's something I don't feel at all?’ he answered in a calm voice, as if we were having some normal conversation. I would love to kill this piece of shit -fucker!

I love your clothes, you look hot in them. "Is that the kind of stupid compliment, you are supposed to be saying to your stepsister." I frowned and he just laughed at me. "I'm not buying that, you are Scarlet's boyfriend and you are not supposed to be saying such a thing to me. Buzz off." I sarcastically attempted to walk away, when he held my arm. "So, you accept me as your Stepbrother." He chuckled. "It kind of feels weird, saying Stepbrother, just refer to me as your brother, since we are going to be family anyway?'

"Maybe I'm thinking of that other guy, the one who was followed by the camera crew when he was in rehab. It doesn't matter. So you can't stand him. Obviously." "Definitely," I say firmly. I definitely can't stand him. The image of him looking up at me, his face buried between my legs, flashes into my head and I feel warm. "So you hate your new step-brother," she says. "Shut your mouth. He's not my step-brother," I say. "We're not twelve." "Ooh, touchy touchy," she says. "The Dick is marrying his mother. That makes him your step-brother. You know, by definition."

God, his fingers—firm, insistent, like he owned every inch of me. "A tight little virgin you were, clenching around me like you were born for it." Those words echoed in my head, dirty and possessive, making my panties flood with wetness all over again. I pressed my thighs together, hating how my body craved more of that dark dominance, even as dread clawed at my chest from the decadence. He was my stepbrother, for fuck's sake. Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to.

He gestures vaguely. “What’s happening to you?” I ask, not liking that I’m seeing him this vulnerable. Allister has never been this vulnerable, ever. He always has his shit together. Always a step ahead of everyone, and knows what to expect from situations and what not. So, he’s always emotionally ready to deal. I watch him shake his head. “It’s a lot for me. I could take anything, but not this one.” “What?” “I don’t even know where to start.” He looks at me and chuckles. “I have a fucking stepbrother,” he breathes out, almost like it burns his tongue to say the words.

I asked tiredly, especially because he wasn't worth the trouble to me. “Yes! And now that you mention, I should also remind you that he's not on the market,” she flashed her engagement around me boastfully, “and he's even your stepbrother so don't get any disgusting ideas about latching yourself to him out of desperation,” she pointed a finger at me viciously as she issued an unnecessary warning.

I took a deep breath, checking my cherry gloss one last time in the rearview mirror. ​"Stepbrother," I whispered, the word feeling illicit on my tongue. "He’s just my stepbrother." ​But stepbrothers didn't usually look at you like they wanted to take a paddle to your skin, and they certainly didn't haunt your dreams until you woke up breathless.