My Step Brother Novels & Stories

I snapped, losing my patience with his almost intentional misunderstanding. "Watch it." His low voice warned as his eyebrow lifted at me in amusement. "The difference is that you're going around telling people we were step-siblings before this. That's not something to tell people Jack. I don't want people knowing that." I pushed as I stared up at him. His eyes narrowed at me as he lifted his lips into a slight smirk before speaking. "Why'd you fuck your stepbrother then?" He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed together. I stayed silent not really knowing what to say to that.

“And my son is going to love you. He’s always wanted a brother.” I froze. “I’m sorry… did you say son?” “Yes,” she laughed like it was the most normal thing in the world. “He’s at a frat party at the naval academy tonight, you should go too. I know you’re starting your summer job tomorrow, but you’ll meet some students, maybe bond with your new stepbrother.” I swing toward my dad. “You didn’t mention a stepbrother.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I… figured you’d meet him soon enough.”

I made my point. "Well, let's try this, say this wedding isn't your mom's wedding or his dad's wedding. There's no stepbrother and stepsister and all that stuff. Will you go back and find him?" I had never thought of this before. What if we weren't stepbrother and stepsister? Would I give us a real chance? For the longest time, I didn't say anything, but probably the word 'yes' was written all over my face. "I see," Gabe said, reading my expression.

Those were her exact words and that’s exactly how I’m going to say it. You must be wondering, why would he want to fuck you if you both hate each other? The truth is, I don’t actually hate my step brother. In fact, I’ve moaned his name several times while masturbating on my bed, in the shower and sometimes in the school toilet and I’ve also noticed how he sometimes stares at me but when I turn or look closely to confirm, it’s daggers he’s throwing at me with his eyes instead of the longing look he was directing at me.

“Your sister, I mean. Or is she just quiet around me? Is it awkward for her? Suddenly getting a stepbrother?” “She should be used to it,” his tone was sarcastic and I immediately raised my brows in response. “I mean, it’s not like you’re going to be her first step brother. We’re also step-siblings.” “Oh,” that was news to me. “I didn’t know that.” “Isn’t it obvious?” he chuckled. “We barely get along.” “Why?”

“You made me feel embarrassed and I'm sure your brother felt bad too!” “Stepbrother,” He corrected. “You think I would have that monster as my real brother!”

He gestures vaguely. “What’s happening to you?” I ask, not liking that I’m seeing him this vulnerable. Allister has never been this vulnerable, ever. He always has his shit together. Always a step ahead of everyone, and knows what to expect from situations and what not. So, he’s always emotionally ready to deal. I watch him shake his head. “It’s a lot for me. I could take anything, but not this one.” “What?” “I don’t even know where to start.” He looks at me and chuckles. “I have a fucking stepbrother,” he breathes out, almost like it burns his tongue to say the words.

Both the brothers were staring at him. Their looks were burning holes through my body and I couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me, I want to use the.....”, “We are done with eating, you going to use the one at home”, My mouth dropped open when I turned to the one who cut me off in mid sentence. ALEXANDER! I glared at him with anger fuelling in my body. “There is a washroom at our home, STEP SISTER” , He emphasised the word step sister with a smirk on his face. “Huh”, I became speechless.

Xavier hadn't just come to play, he'd come for revenge, and it wasn't pretty. Xavier. The mere thought of him sent ripples down my spine. Who would have thought that the same man who had me squirming under him and in his bed last night, just to be the same man that has stood in front of me a while ago. To make it all worse, he was the king of the rogue crew, and the stepbrother to Xander. I paled. If someone had told me that things would come crashing down in the span of a couple of hours, then best believe that I would have laughed hysterically to the point of no return. Until, now that is. Now, I had no idea what I would have done.

"Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid," "We can't be together, Derrick. I wish we could. I wish you weren't my stepbrother, but you are. I love you in a way I shouldn't love my stepbrother. I need you to let me go, and I need you to move on. It's for the best. We can't keep going on like this," Emberly quickly took her hand from my chest and looked away. Desperation took over me. "Ember, please, please don't do this. Give me this year, that's all I ask, and then I promise I'll let you go," I tilted her chin to look at me.