My Step Brother Novels & Stories

“He’s such a goddamn asshole.” “I know he’s always cold,” Austin chimed in from behind his monitor. “But with you? It’s different. Feels like… I dunno… personal. It’s almost like y’all aren’t siblings,” I gave a short, bitter laugh. “Well, maybe that’s because we aren’t,” I stated. “People keep forgetting he’s just my step brother. No blood. No obligation to play nice, especially here. If he showed me the smallest ounce of kindness, people would just say he was playing favorites.”

Because now I was confused. Now I was trying to remember if he even looked like me. Or if we shared any kind of resemblance. Or maybe this was some mafia coded metaphor. “Brother” in that loyal and blood oath way. But no. He clarified still calm and still watching me like he was bracing himself for me to explode. “I’m your stepbrother. Your dad I mean your real dad, he’s my father. We share him but we have different mothers.” He added like that softened it.

'Mom said she will be over at 6:30 to pick you up for school, be ready. It was Addy of course. 'I'll be ready, promise... Oh hey, so my new STEP brother just showed up tonight to check out the room he will be getting. He legit showed up right after you left, just came right in like he owned the place to have me show him his new bedroom' 'Holy shit, for real?! What does he look like? Is he hot? Was he nice? Tell me everything!' I should have waited to tell her as I shook my head laughing at her.

“His name’s Richard. Haven’t met him yet. And no, I don’t care.” Zara laughed. “You don’t care? Your mom’s getting a husband. That makes him your—” “Stepdad. I know.” Zara smirked. “And that means…” “He has a son too,” Amaya muttered. Zara gasped, eyes sparkling. “No. Way. You’re getting a stepbrother?” “Apparently.” “Girl, your life is turning into a freaking K-drama,” Zara laughed. “Just wait until he’s tall, dark, and brooding with emotional trauma and a mysterious tattoo on his back.”

I have tried all possible ways to get him off my mind . “I’m not thinking about him Stellar “ I said even though I know she can’t buy my lie . I haven’t spoken to anyone about Bruno except stellar since she’s the only friend I currently have . But I didn’t drop the details of how he is actually my stepbrother. “Yeah yeah and I’m a turtle “ she said with sarcasm. Admitting defeats I said “You are right, stellar. I just can’t seem to get him off my mind . When I close my eyes to sleep, all I see . Thank goodness he’s not affecting my studies . I still manage to keep very good and impressive grades .

She stood there, adjusting her coat, her expression as flat as a frozen lake. “Oh my God, Chris…” Lisa rushed toward her next. “Thank God you both are okay.” Chris gave her a small smile. Then she looked straight at me. “Yeah,” she said coolly. Her voice dipped with sarcasm. “Thanks to my stepbrother.” The word hit like a blade sliding between my ribs. Stepbrother. The audacity of it. As if five minutes ago she hadn’t been melting in my arms. As if I hadn’t been breathing her in like a man addicted.

an unknown voice whispered in the midst making my body jolt up in a sitting position. There he stood in shock but was soon replaced with a huge snarl. “None of your business, Stephan.” I hissed and backed away until my back collided with the wall. “You’re not welcomed here, little sister." He hissed calmly whilst entering the gym with a bag in his hands. “Uh uh. Didn't ask you.” I shrugged and leaned back, loving the coldness that my body emitted. “Brat.” He mumbled and stood on one of the treadmill.

“Then stop teasing and make me come already.” He dropped to his knees right there on the gym floor, yanking my shorts down. His mouth was on me in seconds. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, trying not to cry out as he took me deep, throat working around me. The sight of my serious, bad-boy stepbrother on his knees for me was almost enough to finish me off. “Fuck, Liam… I’m close…”

"That still doesn't stop me from worrying about you. The ball is in a couple of weeks. It's been pushed back." "She's planning something big." Stephan is my half brother. That's fucking crazy.

For as long as I could remember, my step brother had been trying to prove he was the better son even when my father wasn't his father. He had always tried to prove that he was the most responsible one. The one who deserved to inherit everything. And I wasn’t stupid—I knew he wanted me out of the picture. So I typed again: — You don’t need to worry about me. Go kiss Dad’s ass and leave me the fuck alone. It seemed like he had paused and then, another message popped up. — I could talk to him for you. Make him see that this isn’t a big deal. I rolled my eyes at his audacity, who does this punk think he is.