My Step Brother Novels & Stories

She raised one eyebrow, waiting. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward. “Enzo is my stepbrother. My mom married his dad a few weeks ago. It all happened really fast. One night I met this guy at a club, we… hooked up, and the next morning I found out he was going to be my new stepbrother. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. It felt too messy.” Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, but she stayed quiet, letting me continue.

Celeste’s POV “I-” “Meet Cassian and Lucien; your step-brothers,” Theo said, introducing us to one another. Oh, but I knew them. I knew them all too well. This was like a disaster waiting to happen. I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on the backpack as I stared at both men. “Cassian, Lucien. Meet Celeste, your step-sister.” Step-sister. The word sent an unnerving chill down my spine.

"Late night at the mansion? Or did the 'Step-Sister' role turn out to be more work than you expected?" "I'm not in the mood, Sienna," I said, my voice flat. I jammed my English Lit textbook into my bag. "Oh, I bet you aren't. It’s hard work, isn’t it? Trying to fit into a world where you don’t have a receipt." She stepped closer, her voice dropping so only I could hear. "I saw the way you looked at Roman this morning. It was pathetic. You looked like a stray dog waiting for a scrap." I gripped the edge of my locker door until the metal bit into my palms. "He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him."

I didn’t know why she couldn’t just let me be , she didn’t talk to me and the last thing , I haven’t spoken to my step dad and since my mom and him are always on trips it made it easier for me . “ It's just five months and I know that you are so happy that I am not going to be there , but I don’t want your step brother's complaints about you , please promise me that you are going to be on your best behavior and act like family when you get there . Stepbrothers , the words rang in my head like it was some kind of terror , from what I had gathered they weren’t going so why did they have to attend again , why did they have to .

The man I had just spent the night with. The same freaking Lorenzo who had fuck me senselessly I could still feel him is my mom's step son…. My stepbrother? A smirk on his face as he offered me a handshake. “I'm sure we will get along just fine, if not more than fine”.

The alcohol buzzed warm through my veins, loosening every inhibition I’d spent years building up around him. Ethan. My step-brother. Twenty-one, home from college, and still the only guy who could make my pussy throb just by walking into a room. We weren’t blood-related, our parents had married when we were teenagers, but that didn’t make this any less wrong.

He's my step brother for goodness sake. Yet the problem is beyond the fact that he is here. It’s that he isn't really reacting. Yet… If it had been my mother that had burst in like this at least she would have screamed at me and talked about how much of a disgrace I am to her, like the way I came into her life wasn't bad enough– out of wedlock. I could deal with that. My stepfather? He would pretend he didn't see anything and ask my mother to handle it which would lead us back to Scenario One. But a stepbrother you've been crushing on since the first time you saw him though… I expect him to just ahem his way out of this one– avert his gaze, tell me why he's he

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

I whispered. “Then what is it?” “I don’t know,” I said, voice shaking. “It just happened.” Kendra stepped closer, her expression soft but serious. “Sienna, he’s your stepbrother.” “I know,” I whispered. “You think I don’t know how messed up it sounds?” She just stared at me, like she was trying to find the right thing to say but couldn’t. “Since when?” I shook my head. “It’s not about time. It’s just… us.”

“I will be here as short as possible. I have a job lined up, I start on Monday, and I will be out of here as soon as I have my feet back on the ground.” “Take as much time as you need, darling.” My stepmother said. My father got married a couple of years ago. With this marriage, brought a stepbrother, Damian. He was older, in his late thirties. We had met a couple of times; we got along fine. I guess it’s strange to have a new stepbrother when you are 24 and he is 37.