My Stepbrother And His Friends Novels & Stories

I'm sitting beside Emilio on his right, taking no pleasure in knowing that the empty seat beside me is soon to be occupied by my wanton of a stepbrother. The last word tastes like ashes on my tongue. Emilio, Oscar and my mum are talking and laughing, about business? I wouldn't know, because I'm furiously texting Bianca who is more than excited to know how my "hot-as-fuck" stepbrother was doing. BeeMiles: Does your stepbrother still have his piercings? Me: Don't call him that. And I don't know. Not yet. BeeMiles: Oh my God, what if he grew more handsome than the last time we saw him? Lord knows how big he is down there and if he's pierced too.

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.

And all my brain can properly align is the word 'Step Brother' "That's because it wasn't required." Dad's voice rings out, slipping me out of my anxious thoughts. "Fucking hell!" "I got married to his mother three months ago. He has four other siblings." "Oh my God, I can't believe I have five step siblings." My words are followed by a long awkward pause as I stare down at the cup of coffee that I have my hands bind around. What was streaming hot earlier when it was served, had turned cold because I had refused to drink out of it.

I said honestly and patted them both. They looked at me in surprise. “Would you date us if we did those things,” Nathan inquired, catching me completely off guard. I exhaled deeply and side-eyed them. I asked Nova what she thought and winced when she yelped, “Go for it!” Rolling my eyes at her response, I told her no as I addressed the brothers. “You are my stepbrothers and there are two of you,” I muttered in concern. When they both looked at each other grinning like Cheshire cats my eyes widened as they shook hands and turned to me.

Maybe I could be closer to him first. As I continued looking at my three identical stepbrothers, I didn’t know why it really feels like I’m familiar with them. The way they looked at me seemed like they were playing at me. Their scrutinizing gaze made me feel so weird, like I have seen those gaze before. “I am Sharlene Stevens, your Mom now!” Mom giggled. “And oh, I remembered something!” “What is it, Mom?” I asked, curious. She turned her attention to me and then smiled. “Do you know that your stepbrothers are your high school classmates?”

Her friend tapped her shoulder because she was just standing there staring at Caspian. Callista immediately shook her head. She didn't want people to know about their relationship. It would be very troublesome, especially since he had become the center of attention on his first day at work. “Really? I heard you call him your brother. Are you sure you don't know him? Then why do you two look like sworn enemies?” Another friend asked. Callista smiled slightly. “I think you're mistaken. If we had a relationship, he wouldn't be so indifferent to me. We also have different last names.” Callista tried to find an excuse.

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.

"I saw you with two other guys at the bus stop. I wanted to call you, say hi, but the tension there was too much, so I just withdrew myself." I sighed softly in relief and of course, tried to downplay the situation. "Oh, about that... It's just a little fight. The boys will be fine." "Okay, then," he chuckled. "But can I ask, who is that guy?" "He's my stepbrother," I replied, trying to sound unconcerned. Gideon's response caught me off guard. "You don't have to tell me, I know he's your step brother. I mean, the other one."

I didn’t know why she couldn’t just let me be , she didn’t talk to me and the last thing , I haven’t spoken to my step dad and since my mom and him are always on trips it made it easier for me . “ It's just five months and I know that you are so happy that I am not going to be there , but I don’t want your step brother's complaints about you , please promise me that you are going to be on your best behavior and act like family when you get there . Stepbrothers , the words rang in my head like it was some kind of terror , from what I had gathered they weren’t going so why did they have to attend again , why did they have to .

The alcohol buzzed warm through my veins, loosening every inhibition I’d spent years building up around him. Ethan. My step-brother. Twenty-one, home from college, and still the only guy who could make my pussy throb just by walking into a room. We weren’t blood-related, our parents had married when we were teenagers, but that didn’t make this any less wrong.