My Step Brother Novels & Stories

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

He asked, making me look at him with a stunned expression. " How did you know?" " You looked sad when you thought of him." Liam replied. " Is that so? " I asked, smiling. " Yes." He nodded and I could swear that his eyes softened momentarily. " I do miss him but I know that things can't go back to how they were in the past." I said with a sad sigh. " Is he your ex boyfriend?" Liam asked and I shook my head. " My brother ." I answered and a surprised expression flashed in his eyes.

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

Book 4 - Sucking her brothers dick The silence in the grand, unfamiliar house was a living thing, vast and echoing. My new parents, so kind and overwhelmingly cheerful in their efforts to make me feel at home, had left abruptly for an emergency business trip, leaving me alone with him. My stepbrother, Liam. We hadn't really talked since I arrived a week ago. He was older, maybe twenty-one, with a quiet intensity that was both intimidating and strangely captivating. His presence just loomed, even when he wasn't around, a constant, heavy weight in the air.

I was in my senior year of high school, so I rarely had time to be at home between classes, cheerleading, debate team, advanced college classes, and hanging out with friends. The same went for the rest of the family. My mother was a surgeon at the hospital, so she spent a lot of time away from home. My father died when I was young, but my mother remarried six years ago. Not only did I get a stepfather, but I also got a stepbrother. My stepfather was a businessman, but I was pretty sure he lied about his job. A few times, I found blood stains on his clothes. My stepbrother, Dominic, was the same way. He was four years older than me and getting ready to graduate from college.

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 tried to stay calm but my hands started shaking. Stefan smiled easily. “Oh that must be the phone I gave her. It’s cool. She’s my stepsister.” I poked him hard in the tummy. “No I am not!” He chuckled. “Scared to have a forbidden relationship with your step bro?” “Eww! You’re a goat!” I said. He smirked. “Greatest of all time.”

“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.