My Step Brother Novels & Stories

Sebastian’s POV “So boys, I've got some news,” I smiled with mischief as I stared at them. They cracked their fists and got ready as it was of course, a thing of joy whenever I had news, there was definitely going to be some bones to destroy. “Well, remember that brat I told you guys about when I went to get back my car?” They all nodded. “Surprise, he's my step brother,” I said in a slow tone, my face folding softly into a scary scowl.

I love your clothes, you look hot in them. "Is that the kind of stupid compliment, you are supposed to be saying to your stepsister." I frowned and he just laughed at me. "I'm not buying that, you are Scarlet's boyfriend and you are not supposed to be saying such a thing to me. Buzz off." I sarcastically attempted to walk away, when he held my arm. "So, you accept me as your Stepbrother." He chuckled. "It kind of feels weird, saying Stepbrother, just refer to me as your brother, since we are going to be family anyway?'

Like I was swimming in the ocean itself. “Today. Interesting. Tell me little one, what is the story between you and that arrogant man?” “Well, um. He… Is… Kind of my…” I looked down, unable to look him in his eyes, and whispered, “Step-brother.” “Your what?” “Step-brother.” My voice got a little bit more audible. “And he fucking tears you like that? Like fucking trash? How dare you stand for that?”

One second Two Three And then it registered. James Saint has a son and will become my stepbrother soon. Mom has mentioned him once or twice but I never did pay attention. She said he's about my age. Why do I keep forgetting details like this? I have a Stepbrother. It's weird for me to take in at first. As an only child I've always fantasized what it'll be like to have siblings. I've never been more nervous in my life than I am currently. First, Mom and James are finally engaged and I'll be meeting him. Am I ready for a new stepdad? Maybe. A new stepbrother? Nope.

"Come on in, kiddo. Lucas is out back setting up the grill." Lucas. My stepbrother. The word still feels weird in my head, like borrowed clothes that don't quite fit. I met him once at the wedding, quick handshake across a crowded room, but he was gone the next day for some work thing. Now he's here for the long weekend, apparently.

I left out the specifics about who Dante was, sticking to generalities about a guy I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about—a guy who also happened to infuriate me at every turn. “Sounds like he’s in your head,” Sofia said when I finished. “You think?” I muttered, glaring at the ceiling. “So, what’s the problem?” I hesitated again, the words catching in my throat. Finally, I blurted out, “He’s my stepbrother.” There was a long pause. “Wait,” she said slowly. “Stepbrother?” “Yes.” “Like… related by marriage stepbrother?” “Yes,” I said again, my voice quieter now.

It was my stepbrother who had made sure I was fed; he had bathed me and helped me with my assignments when necessary. He was my rock in sinking sand, my solid foundation and my all in all. "Don't worry, baby boy. Even if you don't get your stepbrother as you've always wanted, you will undoubtedly find another person. A person who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated, and one who doesn't see and regard you as a kid stepbrother. Your brother is a dumb fool if he doesn't see what he's missing."

OBSESSED WITH MY STEPBROTHER Chapter 2: I Sneak Into My Stepbrother’s Room and Beg Him to Ruin Me I stand outside Kai’s door for what feels like forever, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit. This is insane. He’s my stepbrother. The same boy whose house I grew up in before they shipped me away. We share parents now — technically. This is sick. Forbidden. The kind of thing that destroys families.

(KAIRA'S POV) I didn't see Slade for the rest of the night. I stayed in my room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word he'd said in the car. "Because you're my stepsister." "Stay away from him." "Forget I said anything." I pressed my palms against my eyes. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter. He was my stepbrother. He had made it clear I was beneath him. He had kissed me and called it a mistake.

With a lot more people, I didn’t feel like I was being watched by anyone, and I felt okay to have a conversation while we still moved together. “Let’s say I have had twenty-four years of experience at being one,” he said with a wink, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, it was settled now. I had two stepbrothers. One Angel and one Devil.