My Step Brother And His Friends Novels & Stories

The dining room doors flung open and a voice echoed across the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. A voice I recognized. "Some idiot jumped in front of my car." My heart froze immediately. I slowly turned my head and boom! It was him. The guy from the road. He froze when he saw me. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a dangerous stare. "You?" he whispered, his jaw clenched. Mom smiled nervously. "Cole, this is Liam. Your new stepbrother. I've told you about him, now you finally meet him.” She smiled warmly.

Someone picked up on the other end. “Yo.” “Get the guys,” my step-brother said, voice still rough from using me. “Party’s on. Bring beer if you want. She’s already wet and full of my cum.” There was a short pause, then a low laugh. “No shit?” “Come see for yourself. Door’s unlocked. We’re in her room.” He hung up without waiting and looked down at me, still buried to the hilt. “You heard that. Three of them. They’re coming over to use this pussy too.”

Pathetic, right? He was pulling his black sweatpants back on, the ones that hung low on his hips, showing the sharp V-line and the edge of that tattoo that hid below his waistband. Twenty-two years old, three years older than me, and built like he spent half his life in the gym or behind the wheel of those illegal street cars he raced. He was my step brother… and my dirty little secret. “Fuck, that was close,” Liam muttered, running a hand through his messy dark hair. His gray eyes flicked toward the door like he expected his dad to bust in any second. “William was still up when I snuck out. Had to wait forever.”

“I don't need your cheap change anymore. The man I’m moving in with has more wealth in his pinky finger than you could earn in three lifetimes. I’m getting married, Joan. Which means you are finally moving out of this dump and into his estate with me.” My heart stopped. “Married? To whom?” Rita straightened her crisp collar, a venomous smirk spreading across her face. “Don’t question me. You should be grateful I found a solution. On Monday, you’ll be introducing yourself to your new stepbrothers.” As Rita packed the last of her things, I stood frozen in the hallway, my fingers gripping the lapels of the stranger's suit jacket. I breathed in the fading scent of woodsmoke and rain, wondering h

“We still have hours left to play with my favorite stepbrother.” Kyle collapsed back, breathing hard, knowing he was completely addicted to his stepsister and her best friend.

“Mate. My mate. Stop running from what we are.” My wolf surged forward, howling in agreement as the fated bond flared white-hot. I gasped, arching into his touch even as fear spiked through me. Anyone could walk in….; the staff, his fiancée Brielle, my own mother. We were step-siblings now. Forbidden. But none of that mattered when his lips hovered a breath from mine. I wanted him to ruin me all over again— “Mommy?” The dream shattered. I jolted upright, elbow sending fabric swatches flying. My heart hammered, skin damp with sweat. The dim studio lamp cast long shadows over mood boards and sketches. Kade Blackwood stared back from the open business magazine…. sharp jaw, cold commanding prese

the guy called out, forcing a friendly, easygoing smile while the girl offered a tight, nervous nod, muttering a quick greeting under her breath. I heaved out a slow breath, taking a few deliberate steps forward. My eyes barely swept the coffee table, taking note of the expensive bottle of wine they had opened without my permission, surrounded by a messy scatter of leftover chips. “I see you’re learning how to have fun, Jace...” I murmured, dragging my eyes back to my stepbrother. “Huh... I—I should have informed you about having them over...” He stammered, trying desperately not to stutter, putting on a front so his friends wouldn't see just how completely mismatched we were as brothers.

The two men in their group stared back and forth between me and Ryle, and when they looked back at me, they chuckled. "Ryn!" Ryle gave me a friendly wave. I smiled and waved back to my eldest stepbrother. "Whoa! Do you know her? ,Ryle, you really know how to get girls to like you," said the amused man in their group. Zack, on the other hand, turned to face me alongside his girls. His eyes had darkened as usual. Ryle was tickled by his friend's claim. "She's not mychick, you a$$hole! She's my stepsister!"

But he made me feel comfortable Like I was allowed to be myself around him. “Yeah. I am Poseidon’s step-brother.” And I was banging him.

The two arose and were about to walk away, but Stephen recognized Fabe and called her name. Fabe was left with no choice but to respond to her brother. Stephen approached their table with a wide smile and looked at her friends. "I didn't know you liked to hang out here. Are they your friends?" "Yeah…just recently," Fabe glared at Cali, who turned his seat around and pretended to pay attention to the next performer. "Care to introduce your brother?" Stephen stared at them and started to shake their hands. "Guys, my brother Stephen and yeah…they are performers here."