My Stepbrother And His Friends Novels & Stories

Older than me by a handful of years, they’d been playing center stage in my deepest, darkest fantasies since the moment I realized I could spark off something amazing by fingering myself beneath the covers at night. Okay, before you think I’m a total perv, Randell, Lance and Kingsley, are my step-brothers so it’s not as if I’m fantasizing about bumping uglies with my blood relatives — although I have a few distant cousins who are H-O-T if you know what I mean, and under the right circumstances I might be persuaded to get a taste — but anyway, my stepbrothers have been around since I was like fourteen and when I hit fifteen I started to notice a few things.

She was so bubbly and sweet—the kind of energy that I loved. “You came in with the twins. Are you dating one of them?” She raised a brow, as if she didn’t just ask a very crazy question. “Are you always this blunt?” I chuckled nervously, sipping on my water. “Sorry, it’s been the whole buzz of this morning.” She giggled, shaking her head. “No…not dating. They’re my stepbrothers.” “Oohh!” She clapped her hand in excitement. “Fun!” I snorted, “Oh, I wish.”

My forehead wrinkled in confusion. “What? How does that affect all of this mess? We would have just had a normal step-sibling relationship and life would have been so much easier.” “That’s where you get it wrong, Rosalie. We could have never had a normal step-sibling relationship. That was never going to happen.” “Why?” “Why? Are you kidding me now, Rosalie? What kind of stepbrother wants to see his stepsister cum? Huh? What kind of stepbrother strokes his dick in the shower imagining his stepsister choke on his cock?”

“Someone, huh? Is this… a friend? Family?” I forced a small laugh, shrugging. “Let’s just say… It's complicated. But it’s about my step-brother.” Zara’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Ohh the step-brother, huh? That’s juicy! I mean, family stuff can get tricky. You need details, like what?”

I smirked, and she brightened up with a smile. Wendy held my hand as we strode over to the guys who seemed to have been waiting for me. Today was only for introducing but I guess Jace ruined my mood faster than I thought. “Let me guess, you had a fight with your stepbrother?" Charles asked. “What are we? Emotional wrecks?" I cussed and the rest of the guys chuckled. “You've gotta tell us why you don't find anything good with your stepbrother someday. I understand about his father leeching off your mum but it isn't his fault, bro."

Others are complete nonsense, and I tell him so. He challenges my preferred build, and I explain why his strategy falls apart during higher-level encounters. By the time we’ve finished arguing, I’ve forgotten that I came out here to avoid him. Which is deeply inconvenient. Because apparently, my obnoxious stepbrother is capable of being interesting when he isn’t busy insulting me.

The words landed like a bomb. Mathilde felt the air leave the room. She looked at James, whose face had gone pale. She looked at Caspian, whose grip on the shotgun had tightened until his knuckles were white. "What did you say?" Caspian whispered. "You heard me." Marchetti's voice was steady, almost gentle. "You're not his sons. None of you are. You're the sons of the man he hated most in the world—his brother, Richard. The brother who was supposed to inherit everything. The brother who died in a car accident when you were three years old." He paused. "The brother your father killed."

“Hot enough for a fling?” “How old is he?” Taylor asks instead. She’s more logical than the two wild urchins I have as my best friends. I shrug. “Is he hot enough for a fling?” There goes the logic. We resume the walk to my class. “I’m not having a fling with my brother.” “Stepbrother,” Rose corrects. “Yeah,” Taylor adds. “You can have a fling with your stepbrother since you’re basically not related. Think of it as two familiar strangers having fun.”

I asked seriously. "Yes, a few of the cops are friends with my stepbrother. I didn't want to mention this earlier because it was too soon, but my stepbrother has his own companies and territory. Many people know him, both in our country and abroad. He is usually referred to by his traditional name and has bodyguards protecting his place. I would like to share more details later, but for now, I want you to stay by Micah's side so that she doesn't freak out when she wakes up," he said, and I nodded while placing my hand on my chest.

Brooke asks, finally tearing her eyes away from Cole's profile. "It's Brody," she replies. "Oh." Brody is Stephanie's older brother who's in college. He's now a sophomore in college. Ever since he left, Stephanie has been bored at home. They were pretty close when he was still around but they haven't communicated for a while now. Brody is busy with college. They're the only children of their parents. Her parents are always out working so she's usually home alone except when Brooke comes over. So to get a text from him now is delightful.