My Step Brother Novels & Stories

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.

It began with: Am I to blame? For years, my stepbrother has been starring in all my fantasies. He has always been caring despite his cold demeanor, and has been my rock through the good and the bad times. We have recently kissed, and now he’s asking me to become his lover. I don’t know what to think and have no one to confide in. Thoughts? Simone soon went to take a shower. And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns.

Callista tried to warn him. “Really? It can’t be that bad. You just don’t want me to pursue him, right? Could it be that you like him too, but are being held back because you’re step-siblings?” The woman stared at him inquisitively. “Whatever you say. At least I’ve given you a warning, and then you can do whatever you want.” Callista didn’t want to argue any longer; she didn’t want to waste her energy on such a trivial matter.

He said sternly. At this point, I couldn't speak. What could I say? I don't want to admit or deny it as he was right in a way. " Speak up, Idiot! " My stepbrother, Stephen who had been silent for all this while spoke. I did nothing but stare at them all. They are all on one side trying to deal with me. But why am I not that Suprised? They have always been like this from the start! It's just that I didn't think much of it.

However, since the moment he mentioned that I'd a stepbrother, I couldn't seem to get it off my mind. Just a few days back, I was told that I'd a father, one who I'd never seen my whole life. And now? I have a stepbrother, it just didn't make any sense. “Why don't you get some rest?” I suggested, with a shrug of my shoulder. “If you continue like this, there's every chance that you might break down. And I don't think you want to start nursing any sickness. Well, considering your age.” “You really don't have to get concerned about me.” he said, his nose in his drink.

Like he didn't ruin my day, cost me my job, make me feel like I was worth nothing. He's going to be my stepbrother. Will I really be able to live with someone whose behavior is still this disgusting? Will I ever be able to look at him without feeling that same hot rage rise up inside me?