My Step Brother Novels & Stories

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

he moaned against my lips. That sound. That broken, beautiful sound. It shattered me. But just then, a sharp sound from downstairs ruined everything. Fuck! What was I even doing?! A vase shattered downstairs, followed by the voice of my father yelling at my mother. "You always take his side!" Lucas roared. The reality of who we were crashed down on me and it broke me as I saw him like the trash he was. Stepbrothers. I pulled myself away from him immediately, gasping for air.

That’s when I looked up, and when I did, my handbag literally dropped from my hand with shock. "Mr. Stranger," words escaped my mouth. And as if he heard—even though it was just a whisper—he looked toward me. I could see him shocked too, but he covered it and looked away. This makes sense why the groom looked like him. Mr. Stranger is my step-dad’s brother. See, I told you life is such a bitch with me. Yes, Mr. Stranger turned out to be my step-dad’s brother. I could tell it. The man moving right behind my step-dad was Mr. Stranger.

“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

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.

I do hope she does so one day. I have a stepbrother, and his name’s William. We’re both 18 this year and have finished high school. As it is, our dear mother hasn’t been able to raise money to further either of our education, and we decided not to stress her more than she already was. I took on a part-time job as a waitress at a nearby famous restaurant, and my stepbrother, a popular gamer, would often lock himself up in his room, gaming most of the time.

“You have to stay in control. He’s your stepbrother. That’s all he is. That’s all he’ll ever be.” But my reflection didn’t look convinced. And deep inside, neither was I.

But when I saw a post made by Stephen himself, I froze in shock. “Hi, everyone, to clarify the issue on what my stepbrother said, I'm not homosexual or a faggot. But I do like boys and girls. I'm bisexual. I never planned on hiding it anyway. If you think I'm weird, you're not human, you belong to the aliens. Love you.”

He can’t go pushing away everyone good in my life. “Is this friend harmful?” he asks curiously. “No, he’s just a simple guy focusing on his studies. He’s the only friend I’ve ever had,” I mumble, embarrassed, though it doesn’t seem to surprise him. “But why would your stepbrother do that?” Somehow, I feel better sharing it with someone for the first time, even though I barely know this person. I must be extremely angry. “Caden’s my stepbrother, and he’s been cruel to me since our parents met.”

It was as if I was staring at the younger version of Brian, my stepfather and at that point I discovered something. I had indeed fucked my stepbrother who was Damien Black.